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Chapter 7 GG

After making the call, Feng took out a box with the props he needed. These boxes all have electronic codes and are quite complicated. Unless bombs are used to bomb them, otherwise the technology must be top-notch in the world if they want to crack it.

Don't even think about opening this box. Feng recalled the password that the shop owner told him and started to enter it. After a minute, he just finished entering it.

With a "click" sound, as the password was entered, the box automatically opened, and various items contained inside appeared, including an instant face mask, a small sniper rifle, and a voiceprint simulator.

Looking at these three things, Feng smiled. His assassination plan was not very complicated. With an "internal agent", wouldn't it be simple? Even though the internal agent didn't know that he had become Feng's internal agent for the assassination.

At noon the next day, Feng called Cohen again and asked: "Hey, Cohen, what are you doing?"

"It's lunch, what's the matter?" Cohen said.

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you, but we have encountered a problem and need your help to solve it!" Feng said apologetically.

"Don't bother me. Tell me, what's the problem? I'll try my best to help you if I can!" Cohen said. It's no wonder why he was so popular in that villa, because he was still very kind and took the money.

People's money will also help people do things.

"Well, one of my guys said, 'If those people in the audience think this is just a fancy villa we found, that's not going to work,' so we needed to take another photo of Mr. Jobs standing in front of his villa.

Photo, I wonder if this is possible?" Feng said.

"Well, that's fine. I wonder when we can meet?" Cohen thought for a while and said.

"Thank you very much! Let's set it at noon tomorrow! I'll treat you to a treat after everything is done. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to invite Mr. Jobs?" Feng said very gratefully, and at the same time, he said it was a treat, making people believe that he was not.

suspect.

"Haha! You're welcome. As for the treat, Mr. Jobs just wants to try a Chinese restaurant. I'll just tell Mr. Jobs later!" Cohen said with a smile.

"Then thank you again! Goodbye!" Feng thanked again, then hung up the phone. He looked at Crow next to him and smiled: "Haha, okay."

"That's great. The assassination methods we thought of before are no longer needed. Even the instant face mask and voiceprint simulator are no longer needed. It's good to have such a kind 'internal agent' this time.

"Claude laughed.

…………

At noon the next day, Feng took a car to the woods around the villa. Knowing that the woods provided him with a good escape environment, he called Cohen: "Okay, Cohen, I'll

We’re almost there, you can ask Mr. Jobs to come out!”

"Okay! I'll send Jobs out right away, and I'll arrange for the chef to cook a meal for you later. This is what Mr. Jobs said!" Cohen said with a smile, obviously he and Jobs had already discussed it.

"What an honor!" Feng said, then he took out a small sniper rifle, estimated the range, and aimed at the door of the villa, not the main door, because his sniper shot could go directly through the gap between the railings, and the killer world

There is a saying, "As long as the wind's gun is fired, there is no target that it cannot miss." This shows how accurate his gun is.

Through the sniper lens, he saw someone coming out of the door of the villa. From the shape of his face, he could tell that it was Jobs. Then he pressed the trigger. This small sniper rifle had a silencer, and there was almost no sound when it was fired.

Sound.

"Bang!" An extremely weak sound rang out from the muzzle of the gun. The bullet passed through the forests extremely quickly, and finally passed through the iron guardrail of the villa, directly hitting Jobs' heart.

"gg." Feng said. He would say this every time he completed a mission. gg was a good game, meaning a wonderful game. He completely regarded every mission as just a game.

Then he took out a sharp knife and carved the word "wind" on a nearby tree. Then he threw down all the weapons and quickly left the place.


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