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Chapter 131 Haines Fragments

The sunlight fell perfectly on the columns of the Hart Building.

Zhou Yi didn't have to wait long.

The target vehicle is approaching firing range.

He slowed his breathing and subtly adjusted the windage gauge with his right hand.

The ballistic curve was modeled four hours in advance.

A miniature anemometer is hung outside the railing, transmitting data back in real time, which is then corrected by the system.

now--

The time has come.

Zhou Yi calmly pulled the trigger.

The bullet whizzed past.

Two hundred thousand was easily earned.

Police and security have not yet responded.

In the blink of an eye, he retrieved the TAC-50 back into the system.

Subsequently, the deployed equipment was dismantled, and all used consumables were collected into a shielded coating recycling bag.

Finally, I took out an alcohol spray bottle and carefully wiped the railings, footholds, and the contact area of the aiming bracket.

After doing all this, a G95A1 appeared out of thin air in Zhou Yi's hand.

The gun has a long barrel and stable firepower.

He cocked the gun, raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, and made sure the mask was still in the correct position.

Next, it's time to process the second order.

Brian Rosen.

He stayed in the executive suite of the hotel right below him.

Morgan leaned back in his chair, some of Haines still clinging to his hair.

He hadn't taken off his bulletproof vest; the blood had dried on the Kevlar fibers, leaving dark brown stains.

He is currently sitting inside the FBI's Joint Field Command (JOC) in Washington, D.C.

Engineers are retrieving surveillance, acoustic sensing, and thermal imaging data from within a three-kilometer radius of Capitol Hill.

An attempt was made to reconstruct the complete firing path model from the initial point of fire to the point of impact.

The real-time tactical layer on the command platform displays firing azimuth, possible firing angle, time series, and path inversion data of the on-site concealment structure.

Six workstations simultaneously analyze the superposition trajectory of acoustic reverberation to find the vector intersection point of the shock wave source.

Another group of technicians was responsible for comparing the infrared thermal expansion patterns on the tops of buildings in all radiation azimuth directions within the 15 minutes prior to the incident.

Determine the priority of heat sources to infer possible sniper platform deployment locations.

Morgan was supposed to rest after the emergency assessment, but the JOC co-commander asked him to stay and provide behavioral analysis.

He was the only agent who accompanied the target and witnessed the attack.

Now, they can't even find the complete skull of the target they were escorting.

“The surface of the fragments showed severe ablation, and the composite material layer at the point of impact had delaminated.”

“This is not something .338 can do.” The analyst at the second workstation looked up at him.

"That level of impact must be from BMG?" the supervisor asked.

"The likelihood is high."

"The fragmentation pattern is radially symmetrical, and no signs of warhead deflection are observed."

"We did not detect any obvious reflected wave interference in the audio playback we retrieved, indicating that the warhead did not cause secondary gas wave propagation after penetrating the structure."

“Typically, this type of clean waveform appears in long-range shots at a distance of more than one kilometer.”

A red shooting cone-shaped area pops up on the main display screen.

Starting from the bulletproof vehicle at the main entrance of Hart Building, the route extends to three possible high points in the southeast direction.

"The thermal data for the top floor of the target building hasn't arrived yet?"

"The NSA has already granted permission, but the recognition model is still running, and there is an expected delay of two minutes."

The commander frowned and said in a low voice, "We still don't have enough precise coordinates to apply for FCEU or HRT authorization."

They are neither a military unit nor an intelligence operations department.

JOC's role is to extract intelligence, build models, and confirm the chain of evidence.

"There are signs of heavy support deployment, and traces of rapid release of high-pressure gas were detected."

"The heat source point matches the firing position."

"Cross-validation is still underway."

At that very moment, the system suddenly inserted a high-priority communication frequency band.

The officer on duty pressed the communication button.

"MPD relayed the information through the joint congressional intelligence channel—"

“Residents reported hearing what sounded like gunfire in the vicinity of Green Street.”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

The number 143 Green Street on the map wall was still flashing. "Rifle or pistol?" the commander asked.

The person who called the police had no witnesses.

"Timing?"

"At 10:03, the voiceprint data for that time period has been retrieved."

The second alarm call came from a cleaner in an office building across the street, whose testimony was identical.

At the same time, a notification sounded on the main control panel.

Data return from the NSA channel is now complete.

The hotel rooftop is open to the public.

When the heat source trajectory disappears, the time difference with the alarm point is less than forty seconds.

"right here!"

Morgan suddenly stood up straight, staring intently at the building on the wall.

The commander sighed and pressed the communication button:

"This center issues action instructions to all participating units—"

"Raise the alert level to Level 2 tactical response."

"CIRG-HRT Alpha team enters pre-deployment preparation, ready to advance."

"Firing point locked: 143 Green Street, rooftop of the Halliel Hotel."

The body lay on the bed.

Face down, the bullet entered just short of the carotid artery, pierced the spine, and destroyed the entire scapula and part of the lung tissue.

The man had no chance to resist.

Of course, he didn't have any of those so-called "top-tier bodyguards" either.

He died near the sofa in the living room before he could even draw his weapon.

The carpet was covered in blood.

It's time to retreat; tactical units could arrive at any moment.

Zhou Yi looked up at the smoke detector on the ceiling, then walked into the kitchen.

Alcohol, power strip, towel, ignition.

Snapped.

The flames suddenly shot up.

Before the alarm even sounded, he had already pushed open the door and walked out.

The external surveillance system has long been compromised, so there's no need to worry about any biometric data being recorded.

The stairwell on the sixteenth floor was unusually quiet; the only sound was the whirring of airflow from the distant ventilation vents.

Zhou Yi walked down the street at a leisurely pace, carrying her bag in her left hand and with her right hand in her pocket.

A dozen seconds later, the fire alarm finally rang.

Sharp, high-frequency noise penetrated the wall.

Immediately afterwards, an automated female voice began to repeatedly broadcast:
"Attention, this is a fire emergency. All personnel must evacuate immediately."

"Please do not use the elevator."

"To reiterate—do not use the elevator. Please exit via the nearest staircase or emergency exit. Remain calm and follow the instructions of on-site personnel."

Zhou Yi did not stop and continued downwards.

This time, more and more people joined in.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with a short-haired woman following behind him.

The two completely ignored Zhou Yi and discussed loudly in Spanish:

"Isn't this a drill?"

"I don't know, did you take your phone?"

"of course."

"Where's your passport?"

"You've got everything. You're really good at taking care of things."

Zhou Yi waited a moment and let them go ahead, while he followed behind.

After a short while, the number of people increased even more.

Some people were scrolling through Twitter, some were on the phone complaining to their families, and one woman was recording a video.