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Chapter 94 When the Killer is Mistakenly Presumed to be Still at the Scene

After staying in a luxury suite for two days for free using a fake card, Feng Xue finally completed his assassination plan and left the Orchard Hotel with a detailed map of Jingbin City.

According to the schedule, today should be the weekly summary meeting. Except for the commanders who are currently fighting, all senior officials will attend. Even if they cannot make it back, they will participate in the meeting via video. After that, there will be the usual banquet.

Feng Xue's location at this time was the city banquet hall which served as the banquet venue... on the rooftop of an office building one kilometer away.

This is an office building with only seven floors. It seemed to have originally belonged to an Internet company. However, it is easy to imagine that after it became an enemy-occupied area, it naturally became deserted.

Feng Xue lay on the dusty rooftop, observing the banquet hall in the distance through a scope.

Although the other party was not brave enough to hold a banquet outdoors in the middle of winter, Feng Xue didn't care.

After all, he didn't think that Mr. Yun Zao would really attend the banquet so blatantly - every week.

But what he was going to do didn't matter whether the target was actually there.

After adjusting the sight according to the wind direction, Feng Xue tried to pull the trigger. With a crisp hammer sound, a slight sound was heard from the gun chamber which was not loaded with a bullet. About two seconds later, a small hole suddenly appeared on the weather vane of a villa in the distance.

"very good!"

Looking at the result of his gun test, Feng Xue's mouth curled up slightly. This was a bolt-action sniper rifle produced in Qingyun. As far as the model was concerned, it could be called an "antique". Apart from its good accuracy, it had no advantages at all. However, Feng Xue chose this gun and gave up the high-end one he got at the last node because of its mediocre power.

After test firing an air bullet, Feng Xue pointed the gun in the direction of the guesthouse, then took out a .45 caliber pistol bullet that he had prepared long ago from his pocket.

Yes, pistol bullets.

Then, without hesitation, he stuffed it into the barrel of the sniper rifle through the ejection port.

Pull the bolt and load the gun. Under normal circumstances, the bullet might slip out of the barrel.

But Feng Xue has a collection in his hand - a rubber band gun - that can be used as ammunition as long as the object is smaller than the normal caliber, mass and length of the gun's ammunition.

Although Feng Xue had always used it as a plug-in that could fire blanks with unlimited bullets, sometimes this thing could produce a strategic effect that far exceeded its tactical value.

The bullet, whose caliber was smaller than the diameter of the barrel, was suspended in the barrel by an unknown force. With Feng Xue's constant fine-tuning, it was aimed at the window of the banquet hall.

Of course, in order to avoid assassination, this window is actually located at the last seat in the banquet hall. Even if the host needs to come out to toast during the banquet, he will not pass by this window.

It is for this reason that the orchard's service staff provides him with the service of opening the window three fingers wide at specific times.

At this moment, the window at the end of Feng Xue's field of vision had been opened a little, but through the gap, Feng Xue could not see even a single figure, because looking directly from the roof of the seventh floor one kilometer away, all he could see was only half of the table and a piece of ground between the table and the window.

"It's about the same as expected... Let me see..."

Feng Xue glanced at the structural diagram of the banquet hall unfolded beside him. The material and splicing method of the floor, the placement of nearby tables, and even the cleaning habits of the cleaners all turned into pieces of information at this moment, forming a three-dimensional composition in his mind.

The trajectories intertwined and overlapped in his mind, and finally formed the one he needed.

"right here!"

boom!
The sound of a gunshot, which was much quieter than that of a normal rifle, rang out quietly. The bullet, which was designed to have an effective range of no more than 200 meters, crossed a distance of one kilometer and hit a window gap no larger than three centimeters...

At the same time, in the Jingbin City Banquet Hall, Yun Zaoning, who was sitting in the main seat, was raising his glass and delivering a pre-dinner speech as usual.

"Gentlemen, let us raise our glasses to celebrate the great victory that is about to come..."

At this moment, a barely perceptible sound suddenly spread throughout the banquet hall.

No one realized where the sound came from. If Yun Zaoning did not like absolute silence when he spoke, he probably would not have been able to catch even this slight sound.

It was with this slight sound that a "metal particle" that had passed through the gap in the window and landed in the cracks in the floor suddenly bounced up, passed through the guests who were raising their glasses, and flew towards its target!

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking, and Yun Zaoning, who was speaking with a glass in his hand, suddenly shook. The wine in his hand spilled, and he took two steps back.

"There's a killer!"

Following a scream, the conference hall suddenly became chaotic, but the chaos did not last for a few breaths before order was restored.

Soldiers armed with live ammunition rushed out from every corner and took control of everyone in the banquet hall in an instant. At this time, Yun Zaoning was unbuttoning his dress with lingering fear, enduring the dull pain from his sternum, and showing the bulletproof vest with a bullet in it to the guards who had rushed over.

"It's a pistol! The prisoner is nearby, everyone is on martial law, from now on, no one is allowed to leave!"

……

Looking at the banquet hall that was wrapped tightly in two minutes, Feng Xue's mouth curled up. He put away his weapons slowly and methodically, like a social animal reminiscing about his past job, and left the office building with his briefcase. He even went to a roadside vending machine to buy a bottle of carbonated drink that was about to expire in half a month. Only after working for half an hour did he reluctantly throw away the plastic bottle in his hand and focus his attention on the dice.

"put all one's eggs in one basket."

The will was conveyed, and the dice in the lower left corner of the interface immediately began to spin. Feng Xue, who had experienced it once before, quickly organized his words and said:

"I want to strengthen my intuition about Yun Zaoning's real body location!"

"Gululu..."

The sound of dice rang in my ears. The twenty-sided dice was spinning madly. As if the whole world was slowing down, the dice suddenly stopped.

"8".

A slightly lower number appeared in front of him. Feng Xue frowned slightly and found that he could only roughly sense the direction. However, he was not the same as last time. Without any combat pressure, he casually took out the map of Jingbin City, holding a pencil in his hand, and began to locate the opponent's hiding place based on his intuition.

But at this moment, he suddenly raised his head in a strange way, the blood-stained pencil in his hand deflected on the map, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter -

"You actually moved! I was right to wait for you for half an hour!"

(End of this chapter)