American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 130 Revenge
The tranquility of the villa was shattered in the early morning by Matilda's hysterical screams.

"What do you want?! I give up, okay?!" Matilda shouted in despair at Katalia, whose left arm was in a sling, clutching her head. Then she slammed her feet down the stairs.

Awakened by the noise, Beta pushed open the door and saw Matilda running downstairs.

He turned to look at Katalia, who was standing in the corridor looking radiant. Although her left arm was still in a sling, she looked much better than yesterday, with a smug smile on her face.

“What did you do to her?” Beta asked.

Katalia chuckled and said, "Trying to fight me? She's too green. I just used a few tricks and provoked her a bit, and she completely broke down."

Beta sighed: "Anyone would find it unbearable to be tormented by an enhanced adult version of themselves when they were teenagers."

Katalia clicked her tongue dismissively. "She still has a lot to learn. But..."

She gave Beta a meaningful look: "If she had to deal with bastards like you since she was a child, like me, her fighting power would be at least 30% higher now."

Beta raised an eyebrow: "Seriously?"

Katalia raised her chin: "What else?"

A knowing glint flashed in Beta's eyes. He suddenly reached out and lifted Katalia's left arm, which was in a sling.

"Fuck! Salong!" Katalia cursed in pain, curling up against the wall and pressing her wound on her shoulder.

Beta uttered a short, monosyllabic sound without any expression: "Ha!"

Turn around and go downstairs.

"I'll fucking kill you!" Katalia's roar echoed down the corridor.

Beta's shoulders trembled slightly as he suppressed a smile and shuffled down the stairs in his slippers.
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Beta led Katalia into the underground planning room, both of them bearing the marks of "battle damage".

Beta has a bright red handprint on the back of his neck, which is Katalia's "return gift"; while Katalia, because of her left shoulder injury, was forced to drink a whole tube of wasabi by Beta in the kitchen, and is still choking and tears are streaming down her face.

At this moment, a delicate balance was reached between the two, and with a tacit understanding that both sides would suffer losses, they walked side by side in peace.

Beta pressed the light switch on the wall. The light flickered a few times before turning on, filling the entire basement space with a cold white light. This long-sealed planning room had been locked up ever since it was used before the last operation in Paris.

On the huge drafting table, the 3D miniature city model that Beta printed and assembled by hand still stands still in its original place, with the taut thin nylon ropes used to simulate the trajectory of bullets still crisscrossing and fixed on the model.

In the corner, a planning drawing slipped halfway off the shelf, its corner dangling limply.

Katalia wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a tissue, taking in the spacious underground space with great interest. A huge drafting instrument, various tools neatly hung on the walls, and wooden bookshelves crammed with books.

Her fingertips lightly traced the spine of the book, stopping in front of it. Katalia pulled out the slightly worn volume, raised an eyebrow, and read aloud the gilded title: "An Actor Prepares?"

Beta pressed the power button on the computer and replied without looking up, "Hmm, a required course in disguise."

Catalia chuckled softly and casually tucked the book back onto the shelf. She strolled to the miniature model, her fingers gently tracing the crisscrossing red lines: "This is Paris? The one you used when you completed that order in Paris last time?"

He tapped a model of a building with his fingertip: "This is truly amazing. So this is how you completed your initial planning."

Beta asked, "Where's your USB drive?" Kataria pulled a USB drive from her pocket and tossed it to him. Beta plugged the USB drive into the port, the screen flashed, the system was overwritten, and a black chat interface popped up.

Beta scrolled quickly through her contact list, frowning. "What is all this? Buying clothes through this kind of channel?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

Katalia shrugged her still-functioning right shoulder indifferently: "The dirty money earned from orders has to be spent eventually, and you have to launder it before you can spend it outside."

"You actually hired someone to whitewash your name?" Beta looked up: "Seriously?"

“Of course.” Katalia said matter-of-factly, “The fees are outrageously high these days.”

Beta rubbed his forehead and shook his head: "My reward can circulate around the world in eight seconds and turn into clean US dollars, and you're still using such a primitive method." There was a hint of pity in his tone.
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Beta pasted the printed documents one by one on the wall, took two steps back and examined the information: "The person you're looking for, all the information is here."

He pointed to the photo in the center: "Don Louis, the mastermind behind your parents' murder. He's now in the FBI's witness protection program, hiding in a private estate in California."

Beta turned to face Katalia: "20 professional bodyguards and 4 FBI agents on duty around the clock."

He shook his head. "Killing him is not easy, let alone the fact that you are injured."

Katalia narrowed her eyes: "Can you snipe him from a distance?"

Beta stared at the documents on the wall, tapping the photos lightly with his fingertips: "Almost impossible. This guy is like a rat in a burrow. He stays in the manor 24 hours a day, never even going to the garden or near the windows. You killed too many people before, which alerted him."

"What's even more troublesome is that there's a reinforced fortification system underground in the manor. If that bastard hides in that turtle shell, we can blow up the entire manor without hurting him."

Beta changed the subject: "However."

"But what?" Katalia pressed.

Beta smiled and said, "If you can get me a 75mm mountain gun, I guarantee I can take him out with one shot from several kilometers away."

Catalia rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Why don't you just ask me to get you a tank? I'll equip you with a fighter jet and blow up the whole of California."

Beta chuckled softly, "So, what's your good idea?"

Kataria stared at the information on the wall, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "Are there any occasions where he is required to appear?"

Beta casually flipped through the scattered documents on the table: "Hard to say."

Beta quickly flipped through the documents, pulled out one, and his eyes lit up: "He does have a reason to go out." He then handed the document to Katalia.

Katalia took the documents, her brow furrowing slightly: "To testify in court?"

Beta stood up and explained, "Under the federal Witness Protection Program (WITSEC), key witnesses like Don Lewis must testify if the case of their associates requires a retrial."

"You mean attack the convoy?" Catalia asked thoughtfully.

Beta nodded firmly: "This is much more reliable than a direct assault on the manor. Inside the manor, he can hide in the underground fortifications at any time, and we won't even be able to touch him."

(End of this chapter)