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Chapter 104 Intelligence Gathering

Upon entering the rooftop entrance, the bundle of cloth in his hand, the shell casings he picked up, and the SVD sniper rifle on his back all vanished instantly.

Then he put the baseball cap that suddenly appeared in his hand on his head, and put on a pair of stylish sunglasses, instantly covering seven or eight parts of his face.

It was almost 8 a.m., and the building's elevators were in full swing. Cao Tai had no choice but to descend the stairs as nimbly as a cat, and in less than a minute, he had gone from the dozen or so floors to the first floor.

I didn't exit through the main entrance of the building because it had a CCTV surveillance system installed there. Before going up, I checked the ground floor and found a back door; it was easy to leave through the back alley.

December 22, 7:20 AM.

On the rooftop where Cao Tai fired his gun yesterday, several strong men in plainclothes are currently busy at work.

A lean, crew-cut man, about 5 feet 9 inches tall, stood on the edge of the rooftop, holding a pair of binoculars and looking into the distance.

"Boss, we can start now!" At this moment, a muscular, dark-skinned man had already fixed a machine on a tripod.

Upon hearing this, the lean man released one hand and lowered it to pick up the walkie-talkie from his waist: "Iceman, how much longer?"

After seeing a man in sunglasses raise his hand and wave a few times in the distance through the binoculars, there was a hissing sound from the walkie-talkie, followed by a voice saying, "Boss, it's all set. Four targets, all in almost identical positions."

"Brother Shan, distance." The lean man quickly lay down, put the binoculars and walkie-talkie aside, and set up an SVD.

Sniper rifle.

The muscular, stocky man was now standing behind the tripod, his head close to the machine on the frame, observing it. As he gently moved the machine with his hands, he quickly called out a series of numbers: "Target number one, 1086 meters away; Target number two, 1089 meters away; Target number three, 1089 meters away; Target number four, 1116 meters away."

After reporting the numbers, the sturdy man, Brother Shan, looked away from the rangefinder and lowered his head with a slightly serious expression to look at his superior, who was setting up his gun and aiming.

Time seemed to slow down, as if half a century had passed. The lean man released his grip on the sniper rifle, muttering to himself, "How is this possible? At this distance, I can't even see the target clearly, how can I hit the target every time?"

The frustration and disbelief in his tone were palpable.

"Head..." Brother Shan wanted to say something to comfort him, but it seemed like he had a thousand words in his mind that he couldn't say.

"Brother Shan, wait a minute!" The lean man's expression changed several times before he finally put down the SVD sniper rifle in front of him, then moved his body to the side a couple of times and set up another gun.

The gun is painted green, and the barrel is not mounted flush with the handguard but is free-floating. The barrel also has grooves engraved on the outside to increase the heat dissipation area. A huge scope is mounted on the Picatinny rail, which looks much larger than the scope on the SVD sniper rifle.

If Cao Tai saw this, he would also exclaim in surprise, "WC, AWM?"

Actually, this is a PM rifle produced by John Bull Precision International. The designer himself was a legendary marksman who won two Olympic gold medals, eight World Championships, and thirteen European Championships.

As a weapon meticulously designed and produced by such a superb marksman, it was indeed one of the world's top sniper rifles at that time.

Since it was selected by the British military as the new generation of sniper rifle in 1982, military and police forces in various colonies have unanimously chosen this sniper rifle, which the military designated L96A1, as the primary weapon for snipers.

Hong Kong Island Police have also procured no fewer than 10 police-grade snipers this year as one of the main weapons for the Special Duties Unit's sniper squad.

The rooftop seemed to be paused, remaining silent for about two or three minutes, with only a slight breeze blowing through the high altitude, creating a faint sound.

Finally, the lean man, Fang Keming, put down the police-type PM rifle in his hand.

"Phew..." After letting out a long sigh, Fang Keming stood up.

"Boss, how is it?" Brother Shan asked directly when he saw Fang Keming stand up but not move again.

"Brother Shan, that marksman is definitely one of the world's top marksmen, comparable to those legendary snipers in history. Using the same gun, I can't do what he did, or rather, at that distance, my ability to hit the target was mostly luck."

Fang Keming spoke in a low voice, tilting his head slightly to one side, his eyes fixed on the SVD sniper rifle.

Brother Shan stepped forward and patted Fang Keming heavily on the shoulder. "We're just helping other departments gather intelligence right now. The gunman is probably just here to take care of Zhu Tao. Top-tier gunmen like him aren't suited to this small fishpond of Hong Kong Island."

Don't worry too much. Besides, if we use some of the most advanced sniper weapons we have now, I believe you can put up a fight with him.

Fang Keming's lips twitched into a wry smile as he pointed at the green rifle and said, "Impossible. Even if I used this rifle, I could achieve a first-shot hit at 600 meters... or 800 meters, but beyond 1000 meters, unless I'm incredibly lucky, I'd have to fire at least one test shot."

(PS: Currently, observation and aiming equipment can only observe distance, but cannot observe data such as wind speed, temperature, and humidity. Without fire control calculations to automatically correct the trajectory, even top snipers need talent and experience to shoot at extremely long distances.)

Shan Ge didn't know what to say. All he could do was grip Fang Keming's shoulder tightly.

"He probably can't do it either..." Fang Keming murmured softly.

Brother Shan knew who "that guy" was. As a sniper himself, Brother Shan's marksmanship was already top-notch in the sniper squad. He understood all too well what it meant to fire 10 shots in a row from 1000 meters away and hit the target every time.

"Although the bullet was detected as a 7N1 bullet from the Russians, the firearm could also be an experimental high-precision sniper rifle that the Russians have not yet released! You know, the 7N1 is a very mature bullet, so it's not impossible that the Russians designed a firearm specifically based on the bullet."

Shan could only try his best to comfort him.

Fang Keming glanced at Brother Shan speechlessly, until he awkwardly scratched his head and said helplessly, "I hope he's just a passing god. If he fires a few more shots in Hong Kong, then things will get really interesting."

Then he picked up the walkie-talkie from the ground and said, "Iceman, pack up your things and call it a day."

Then a voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Okay, boss!"

Fang Keming then turned around and shouted to the two people standing not far away, "Electric Rabbit, pack your things, it's time to call it a day."

"Okay," the two hurried over to help Brother Shan pack the equipment.

The guns were of course stored in special gun holsters to avoid causing panic if they were seen by citizens when we went downstairs, and the rangefinders and other delicate equipment were stored in special boxes.

The group quickly finished packing and then, one by one, they crawled through the small door on the rooftop.

(There will be another chapter later)