Boyle began changing clothes, preparing to leave, when at different locations, both Queen and Hunter received a ssage on their phones.
Only one sentence - The target is about to appear.
"The boss said the target is coming out."
White Bear, looking at his phone, quickly alerted his wife.
Queen's eyes were already close to the scope, entering shooting mode.
"Got it."
On Hunter's side, after Disaster Star relayed the ssage, he too aid his reticle at the exit.
Song Heping had already set up his L115A3 sniper rifle, which had no issues with accuracy or range.
700 ters was a piece of cake.
After about ten minutes, the revolving door of the private club moved.
Song Heping adjusted his breathing, lowering his frequency once again.
The oscillation of the reticle began to decrease.
Wind, light.
All environntal factors had been adjusted.
When Boyle appeared in the lens, he was walking towards the bulletproof car parked outside the main door.
The distance between him and the vehicle was less than five ters.
There was only one chance.
Song Heping seized the opportunity and gently pulled the trigger.
The sound from the L115A3 sniper rifle with a silencer was still quite loud.
But it didn't matter.
After all, at 700 ters, they couldn't hear it.
Pop—
A .338 caliber sniper-specific warhead shot out, rushing towards Boyle at over eight hundred ters per second.
After firing the first shot, Song Heping quickly cycled the action to eject the casing and reload.
His action was very stable, and the reticle didn't deviate much.
Boyle had just stepped out of the main door when a sharp whooshing sound suddenly ca through the air.
The surrounding bodyguards had no ti to react, as the bullet grazed the cheek of the foremost bodyguard and burrowed into Boyle's forehead a ter behind.
Pop—
Boyle's head burst open, blood and brain matter spraying backward, splattering on the glass door.
The warhead, after penetrating the skull, shattered the glass behind it.
As Boyle fell shot, the second bullet arrived.
This ti, Song Heping aid for the torso.
The bodyguard in front blocked most of the body, and as Boyle began to fall backward, Song Heping couldn't actually see him in the scope anymore and roughly estimated where to fire the next shot.
The warhead directly broke the arm of the bodyguard in front, penetrated, and entered Boyle's abdon.
The warhead, having gone through the arm, had slightly less force, but this reduction made its stopping power better.
After burrowing into Boyle's abdon, it churned all the intestines and viscera into a ss, eventually exiting through the lower back.
Boyle collapsed on the ground like a broken sack, instantly lifeless.
The bodyguards were in chaos, pulling out handguns and submachine guns trying to find the sniper, but they had no idea where Song Heping was.
A bodyguard stepped forward to check on Boyle's condition, glanced once, and turned pale.
"The boss is dead..."
Far away, Song Heping had already packed up his rifle, and together with the ready Jiang Feng, walked towards the staircase.
Jiang Feng asked, "Are you sure he's down?"
Song Heping replied, "Didn't you see?"
Jiang Feng said, "Saw him fall, his head exploded."
Song Heping laughed, "Then how could he still be alive?"
The two talked and laughed as they relaxed down the stairs, got to their car, then sped away and disappeared into the night of this city.
At another location in Victoria City, Queen had set her sniper position on a nearby hill.
This was in the suburbs, 600 ters away from the golf club.
Jean played golf here during the day and was dining in the evening, yet to co out.
After receiving Song Heping's ssage, she had been waiting for almost ten minutes.
Outside the club's main entrance was a parking lot, the people would definitely pass here if they ca out, as there was only one road.
"How is the boss so sure Jean will co out?"
"Don't ask..."
Queen was completely focused on the scale marks in the scope, watching the bottommost arrow.
The rifle in her hand was obtained by Song Heping in Mosul and given to her; it was an SVD, though it had been modified beyond recognition.
At a distance of 600 ters, she was absolutely confident.
"It seems soone is coming out..."
Several figures appeared behind the glass of the front door, clearly illuminated by the lights in the lobby.
More and more people gathered.
White Bear, through the Observation Mirror, could see clearly; they were gang mbers carrying guns.
After assembling about a dozen people in the lobby, the crowd parted to create a path for one person, who walked towards the front door surrounded by others.
Despite being a woman, the Queen was just as capable as n, as the Russians advocate gender equality and their female soldiers undergo the sa training as male soldiers, thus historically, there have been many famous female snipers.
In terms of skills, the Queen was never inferior to any man.
"It's Jean, see that?! The short one in the middle of the crowd!"
White Bear, on observation duty, clenched the Observation Mirror and alerted.
"Got it."
The Queen quickly locked onto the target.
At this ti Jean was over three ters away from the door, his entire body visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Since he had not yet stepped outside, the bodyguards were rely on the sides, not blocking the front.
The Queen decided to shoot.
Just as a bodyguard ran up to open the door, the Queen pulled the trigger.
Bang—
A 7.62 mm warhead fired.
Since this gun was modified and the bullets custom-made, its initial speed was actually higher than that of the L115A3 sniper rifle.
The original SVD with 7N1 special ammunition had an initial speed of 830 ters per second; the Queen's custom bullets could reach 930 ters per second.
Crack—
A bullet hole appeared in the glass door.
Next, Jean's head exploded, splattering blood all over the nearby bodyguards.
Sniping through glass and hitting the target is extrely difficult.
Glass has a refractive quality, so only very experienced snipers know how to adjust for the correct height and angle based on the distance and type of glass.
Choosing to shoot before Jean stepped out increased the difficulty, but it avoided potential risks, such as the bodyguards being too protective, leaving no angle for the sniper.
This proved to be a very wise choice.
"Done, wrap it up!"
The Queen disassembled the gun, emptied the chamber, locked the safety, folded the tripod, and packed everything swiftly.
White Bear hurriedly assisted his partner, collecting all the equipnt from the scene.
The two couldn't bother to verify the effect.
Both had clearly seen Jean's head missing a significant part.
If he survived that, it would be science fiction.
After descending the small hill, they jumped into the SUV parked in the forest and quickly disappeared on the trail.
Hunter, although unsure why Song Heping was certain the target would appear soon, was proven right as it indeed happened.
Within less than ten minutes after receiving the information, the lights on the first floor of Dick's house lit up.
Soon, he appeared at the door, making a phone call, while his bodyguards were busy opening the gates and car doors.
Even over a few hundred ters, Hunter could still see in his scope Dick gesturing wildly as if trying to tear sothing apart; his body language alone showed the guy was furious, explosively so...
"Little darling, I'm here to extinguish your fire..."
He gently pressed the trigger.
Bang—
Around one second later, Dick's body swayed, he fell backwards, hitting the partially closed door and his corpse crashed inside the house.
He indeed cald down...
Completely, and forever.
Not long afterwards, on an SUV driving out of the city, Song Heping successively received ssages from both the Queen and Hunter.
The content was the sa—
"Done."
Song Heping nodded slightly, swiftly dialed Rubio's number.
"Boyle, Jean, and Dick are dead.. Now you tell Spencer, if he can't be the boss, I don't mind sending him off too."
Rubio took almost five seconds to comprehend.
"What? Dead?"
Song Heping said, "You'll receive the news soon, do what you need to do."
"Certainly..."
Rubio suddenly felt a chill coming from deep within, and couldn't help but shiver.
After hanging up the phone.
He was stunned for a long ti before he suddenly rembered to inform Spencer.
While dialing, he realized his fingers were trembling...
"Freak..."
He cursed.
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