Hunter was the first to notice things weren't as simple as imagined.
"Target's inside his own building, we have a sniper positioned near the exit, but can't see inside the building, unable to spot the target."
"Boss, I think we're rushing into this. Sniper assassination isn't that simple. I'm also encountering problems over here. Jean is now enjoying himself in a private club; it's a private place, we can't get in, and it's too big. We can't locate the target from the periter."
Queen started to complain as well.
"Find their necessary exits or highways, set up your sniper positions and then inform . I will tell you when to act. Pay attention to the ssages, and as soon as you get the go-ahead, imdiately set up your rifle and be ready to shoot. Rember, you only get one chance, there won't be a second shot!"
Song Heping's reply was the sa to both of them.
Actually, Queen wasn't wrong.
A sniper setting out to assassinate soone would definitely go through a long ti scoping out the area, observing to pin down the person's route and frequented spots, and then scouting out each location before deciding the point of action.
Song Heping skipped the whole scoping phase from the decision to assassinate to departure to approach, going straight to final preparations.
This was almost certain to fail.
And to achieve synchronized sniper shots under such conditions?
Even tougher!
Everyone followed Song Heping's orders out of respect, but once at the scene, they were taken aback.
Playing the ga of sniper assassination was never like this; this wasn't just nightmare difficulty, it was hellish.
"Alright, I got it."
On the rooftop of a building in Victoria City, Song Heping put away his binoculars and sat back down next to the concrete barrier.
700 ters away was an upscale private club with only three floors.
Boyle was spending his ti there right now; he's been there since the afternoon and has yet to co out.
There was so bad news: according to intel from Rubio's insider, Boyle liked to hang out here, coming three tis a week.
He usually cos in at three in the afternoon, goes for a swim followed by an aromatic spa treatnt in his room, then goes upstairs to dine, and eventually ends up boozing and drugging with his brothers in a private room till dawn before sleeping in and leaving only in the afternoon of the next day.
Waiting for this guy to co out would an at least until dusk tomorrow.
But disregarding any external influences, just the prospect of waiting here for a solid dozen hours or more was implausible.
Because even if you wait for Boyle to co out, what kind of changes would occur with the other two targets?
Have they moved?
Have they changed locations?
Any changes from Lascano's side?
All unknowns.
"Old squad leader, they're right; I don't understand your plan either. How can we achieve synchronized sniping across three different locations? It's simply impossible!"
While packing the L115A3 sniper rifle, Song Heping said, "You'll find out soon enough."
After getting the sniper rifle ready, Song Heping set it up.
The sniper rifles were all calibrated; usually stored in a gun case, they'd be taken out, assembled with accessories, and imdiately ready for shooting when needed.
After checking the view and seeing no issues, he finally took out his phone.
"Rubio, you can do now what I asked you to do before. Tell Spencer that if he wants to take over the boss's position, now is his chance. Have him call a eting with the group's top managent now, announce that he is officially taking over as the boss of the group, and if anyone disagrees, they can leave the Gulf Group."
Hearing this, Rubio on the other end couldn't help but ask, "Song, are you sure you want to go this big? If this fails, Spencer will never beco the boss of the Gulf Group; he will be seen as a traitor, and the people of the Sanchez family won't let him off."
"To thrive amidst danger. If you trust , then do as I say. Neither you nor Spencer need to act; I can wait. Let the chaotic firefight continue for a year or two, once you're all beaten down, I'll co to collect the bodies."
Song Heping sneered, "I can wait, but can you? Don't forget, there's Mad Dog Lascano. Don't you want to see him dead sooner? Otherwise, can you guarantee your survival over these one or two years?"
Rubio visibly began to struggle internally, taking three seconds to make a decision: "Fine, I'll pass on the ssage right away!"
"Make it fast, now's the ti."
The two hung up the phone, and Song Heping looked up at the sky.
At this mont, evening had just set in, a crescent moon rose in the distance, stars faintly visible, and the city lights illuminated the beginning of a bustling night.
About fifteen minutes later.
Boyle, who had just left the SPA room in a bathrobe, walked out. He was heading to the changing room to get dressed and then proceed to the second-floor restaurant for a lavish dinner with his subordinates and confidants.
Lately, he'd been exceptionally good to his n, wining and dining them, and splurging on them frequently, promising all sorts of perks when he took over as boss.
To have people willing to risk their lives for him, of course, he needed to both entice and reward.
Occasionally, he was reminded of the significant threat posed by Lascano.
Theoretically, the Gulf Group should be united against the Los Zetas Organization, but the fight for the boss's position was irresistible – postpone it, and the opportunity might never co again.
Which is the priority, becoming boss or the threat?
What good is the group if you can't beco the boss?
Boyle decided to vie for the boss's position and address the throne first.
He had strong forces and family backing; what was Spencer, to even dream of laying hands on the Santos family's assets?!
Just then, a young brother rushed over with a mobile phone: "Boss, Mr. Nora is on the line."
"Nora?"
Boyle was displeased.
Since Nora was one of the elders of the Sanchez Family, with a high seniority, though no longer involved in the group's operations, he had a substantial standing in the family. During this struggle for the boss position, he supported Boyle.
He had just been enjoying himself in the SPA room and was in good spirits; was it going to be another eting called by those old ghosts in the group?
The re thought irritated him.
However, considering Nora's temporary usefulness, he still took the phone with patience and pressed the call button.
"Uncle Nora, what's up? If it's a eting, forget it, let's talk tomorrow. I'm having a blast at the club!"
Nora was cursing anxiously on the other side: "You brat! Are you still in the mood for the club? Spencer has rebelled! He's corralled the group's executives in the villa at Ramos Village, claiming he's holding an election eting. If they don't agree to make him boss, he'll declare his departure from the group!"
"What?!"
Boyle's smile vanished.
His anger flared.
"He's lost his mind! What right does he have to call a eting of the executives!? And dare to leave the group?! That's treason!"
Boyle was no longer in the mood to continue partying; he angrily quickened his stride toward the changing room.
"Uncle Nora, head to the villa in Ramos Village first; I'm in Victoria City, I'll get there in forty minutes! Before I arrive, you have to stop him!"
"Alright, I'll do my best, hurry!"
Entering the changing room, Boyle angrily ordered his n: "Tell everyone, tonight's plans are off, et at Kamos Village imdiately! Also, have them summon all their brothers to Ramos as fast as possible!"
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