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Chapter 329 Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

Zhou Yi took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

The flags, tents, and banners fluttering in the square were all blurred into patches of color.

At the front end, the radiation map and the weather correction table for the day were placed side by side, but were weighed down by stones.

Zero point has been confirmed to be correct; bullet drop and wind drift have been taken into account for corrections.

"The directions at 3.5 and 3.6 remain unchanged."

Jim's lips twitched slightly as he continued to stare into the distance through the viewing glasses.

The next second, her fingertips tightened.

The trigger was pulled, and the suppressor gave a slight jolt.

Zhou Yi maintained the reset position and pulled the bolt.

The empty shell flew up and landed directly in the black shell ejection net fixed to the side of the receiver.

The second shot entered the chamber with a click.

Jim's hesitant voice didn't ring out for several seconds.

"It's off by seven meters, to the right."

Debris flew up in my field of vision.

Two people looked back, thinking it was just dust, and continued shouting slogans.

The nearby noise completely swallowed up this faint anomaly.

Zhou Yi offered no explanation, adjusted her breathing, and corrected her angle.

"3.6, direction unchanged."

The reporter is squatting next to the tripod adjusting the equipment.

The other person was holding a camera and looking down at the screen.

The bullet tore through the air again.

Jim's eyes followed it intently.

A few seconds later, the bullet pierced through a plastic advertising board.

"Bam—!"

A dull sound.

Snapped.

The camera fell to the ground.

The reporter couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

After a moment of stunned silence, more people shouted something, their expressions tense and confused.

Two agents in black suits rushed over quickly.

Madeline was still talking to the students and hadn't reacted when her shoulder was grabbed.

Immediately afterwards, he lowered his head and pressed his entire body firmly against the wood.

My cheek was pressed against the floor, and all I could hear was heavy breathing and the rapid noise from the radio.

"Shots fired! Southwest roof, possible sniper!"

(Fire! On the southwest rooftop, suspected sniper!)
Two agents stood close to her, using their bodies to shield her from any incoming bullets.

At the same time, the outer guards drew their guns and moved in a staggered pattern.

They aimed their firepower at the high ground, their actions swift and decisive, without a single wasted word.

Two men escorted the front, while the flanks and the defense suppressed any approaching crowd.

A local police officer frantically inquired over the radio, only to be abruptly interrupted by the command.

"Clear the route! Escort priority!"

(Keep the passage open! Escorts first!)

"Move! Move!"

(Get out of here! Get out of here!)
"Get her out, convoy now!"

(Escorting the target to safety! The convoy departs!)
The leader drank heavily.

The black van roared to life with its engine and headlights blindingly bright.

The advance team, together with Ukrainian security forces, forcibly pushed aside the terrified and helpless crowd.

In an instant, roars and screams erupted.

The megaphone fell to the ground, emitting intermittent noise.

A call came over the radio from the observation team:

"Negative ID, repeat, sniper southwest quadrant! Eyes up, lock that sector!"

(Target unconfirmed - repeat, sniper in southwest quadrant! Look up and be alert, area locked!)
Zhou Yi's fingertip was still on the trigger, his eyes showing no emotion.

Jim couldn't hold back any longer.

“Stop, bro. You’re not into it,” he said.

"I propose that we terminate the operation now and make other plans at another time."

In the distance, security guards in black suits were moving quickly.

"Give me the latest possible evacuation time." Zhou Yi sounded calm as always.

Jim closed his eyes.

"Three minutes, at most three minutes."

"The helicopter will arrive, and then we must disappear."

"Cover me," Zhou Yi said.

Then, the enormous pressure exploded inside the suppressor.

The third bullet left the barrel.

In an instant, it struck the temporary guardrail in front of the stage, causing sparks to fly.

"Shots! Shots! Southwest High Roof confirmed!"

The crowd erupted into chaos, shoving and trampling ensued.

"Convoy halt! Hold position! Form diamond!"

(The convoy halts! Maintain formation! Form a diamond defensive pattern!)

More agents surged forward, forming a dense human wall.

“Missing.” Jim sighed. “The wind is still pounding.”

"Report the numbers."

"Ground level 3.9, upper-level turbulence 6 to 8, direction unchanged."

"Correct one left, nine point eight up."

"confirm."

Zhou Yi's movements were fluid, and he immediately launched his fourth shot.

Three seconds later, the security guard in front of Madeline was shot in the chest.

Blood gushed out, and the body overturned and crashed to the ground.

Madeline's knees buckled, and she gasped for breath, nearly fainting.

She stared blankly at the bloodstains nearby, then was half-dragged and half-carried back towards the convoy.

The banner that read "Украна=вропа" fell into the bloodstains and quickly lost its original color.

The crowd scattered and order was completely destroyed under wave after wave of impact.

The agents gritted their teeth and continued the escort despite the chaos.

Finally, the black SUV was right in front of us, its rear door wide open.

The sounds of loudspeakers and cries mingled together, making it impossible to tell where one was.

On the rooftop, Jim completely abandoned the idea of ​​simply observing.

He opened his backpack, pulled out his rifle, and deftly cocked it.

"It's time to retreat."

"They've pinpointed the location. The counter-sniper team should be here soon."

“I know,” Zhou Yi replied softly.

“You have one last shot,” Jim reminded him again.

"I know."

This time, Zhou Yi didn't rush to fire; he forced himself to calm down.

At this moment, he felt utterly confused.

It felt as if countless metals were constantly striking in my mind, without stopping for a moment.

call.

suck.

Don't think about that.

Don't think about that.

call.

suck.

Below the square, Madeline was forcibly restrained by agents, her head almost buried in their chests.

She was staggered as she was carried to the side of the car, where she touched the cold handle.

Jim held his breath; his palms were sweaty.

One second, two seconds.

Then, the trigger was pulled.

Bang-!
Madeline's head exploded in a cloud of blood, and she collapsed limply to the ground in an instant.

"Checkmate."

(knock off.)
Zhou Yi let out a long breath.

Then, proceed with the pre-evacuation procedures.

The stock folds, locking the latch in place.

Unscrew the suppressor, wrap it directly with a lint-free cloth, and stuff it into an individual sealed bag.

Afterwards, the entire AWM was packed into a black soft long bag and zipped up.

The entire package of the shell-throwing net was removed and placed into a side bag along with the radiation map and the correction sheet for the day.

Important areas such as shoe prints and tripod marks were simply cleaned up.

In less than twenty seconds, the rooftop returned to its normal appearance.

Jim was not idle.

He lay prone nearby with his rifle in hand, scanning the street below.

The next moment, his expression tightened.

"Two police officers directly ahead."

"Fifty meters away, moving towards the building entrance."

"Switch to the alternative route."

Zhou Yi nodded, then picked up the long gun bag, drew his gun with his right hand, and cocked it using his belt.

The two wasted no more time and retreated into the stairwell.

Jim followed behind, rifle at his side, muzzle always pointed at the end of the corridor.

Zhou Yi checked the route one last time:
"Exit through the back door, go through the alley to the market, change clothes and leave. Leave in five minutes."

"clear."

(End of this chapter)