"I think the other party's question is not interesting at all. He probably asked it casually," Ling Zhan said.
Ye Xiong hesitated.
"What's going on?" Ling Zhan asked.
"head shot."
"Why?"
"Headshots are bloody and tragic, but beatings are not that painful. If you hate someone, you want them to die in a more miserable way. The other person asked this, maybe because he wanted to test my hatred for Watanabe Sukeichi."
"If you say ****, he will wonder if you have other intentions?" Ling Zhan's eyes lit up.
He didn't expect that Ye Xiong was so thoughtful that he could even guess such a possibility.
"There is such a possibility." He Mengji nodded. "We offered double the price, which shows that we hate Watanabe Sukeichi very much."
Ling Zhan sent it as he was told.
After a long while, the other party replied: Prepare the money, and if Watanabe Suke dies in five days, remit the money.
After typing this line, the other party went offline.
"Yeah." Ling Zhan clenched his fists excitedly.
In this game, my side finally won.
"Let's prepare to take action and catch this bastard."
Ye Xiong stood up and said to He Mengji: "Immediately arrange two flights to the island country and choose a deserted flight so that no one will discover our whereabouts."
"Who are you going with?" He Mengji asked.
"An Le'er."
He Mengji's face turned dark.
Seeing her dark face, Ye Xiong also turned dark.
Why don't you go on a mission with An Le'er and provoke who?
"Why don't you go with Ling Zhan? Ling Zhan is better than An Leer in terms of strength and understanding of the killer organization." He Mengji said.
"It's because Ling Zhan is strong, so he wants to stay here to control the situation. There are too many powerful masters in the Fantasy Sect, and I'm worried if no one is in charge." Ye Xiong said seriously.
Although the An sisters and He Mengji are not weak in strength, they are still far behind the top experts.
"This is the decision, let's make arrangements!" Ye Xiong said with a face.
Don't give her a look, always doubting your own decision.
She took An Leer on a business trip just to do something. Did she think she would have any wrongdoing?
Even if you have evil intentions, you don’t have the guts!
He Mengji glanced at Ye Xiong before walking out of the office.
Ling Zhan looked at He Mengji and then at Ye Xiong. He seemed to understand something and smiled.
He Mengji's ability was not limited, and she quickly got a flight in the early morning. Ye Xiong and An Le'er hurried to the airport and prepared to board the plane.
"Finally we can go on a mission."
While waiting for the plane, An Leer collapsed on her seat, looking very happy.
"Master, can we go see the cherry blossoms after the mission?"
"Do you know when the cherry blossoms will bloom? It will be March or April, and it will take another two months."
"Can't we go on a two-month mission?"
"You thought you were going on a trip?" Ye Xiong complained helplessly.
If she hadn't known her identity earlier, who would have dared to imagine that she had been a killer? People who didn't know her would have thought that she was just a little girl who liked to fantasize.
"In two months, let's go on another mission to the island country, okay?" An Leer said longingly.
There was expectation in her eyes, and she clearly looked like she was withdrawing from her coquettishness.
"Just a reminder, no **** is allowed on this mission." Ye Xiong warned solemnly and seriously.
An Le'er chuckled. She suddenly leaned over and said with a smile: "Master, you know that I have evil intentions towards you, but you still take me on a mission. Do you really want me to do that to you?"
She put her arm on Ye Xiong's shoulder and spoke softly and charmingly.
Ye Xiong's nose caught a whiff of a woman's unique fragrance. Although he and An Le'er had not yet broken through the last line of defense, they had been hugged and kissed by this fiery and dedicated female subordinate. Apart from having sex, the couple had done nothing but sex.
, I have done it all. Ye Xiong found that the smell of her body was very familiar.
For example, if Ye Xiong is blindfolded and An Leer is among dozens of beauties, Ye Xiong will be able to find her through his smelly eyes.
This is really a bad sign.
"We're boarding the plane." Ye Xiong pulled her ear.
"It hurts, Master, it hurts, please let go."
An Leer was pulled to tears, looking aggrieved.
"Stop pretending. If you don't follow me, I won't take you with me." Ye Xiong said.
An Leer's originally aggrieved look instantly turned into a look of helplessness, and she sighed: "Master, you are so incomprehensible to me, and you have no pity for her at all."
"If I show mercy to you, why don't you climb up the stalk?"
"He who knows me is the master." An Leer chuckled.
The two boarded a plane and flew to the capital of the island nation.
One day later, Tokyo Central Plaza.
Ye Xiong, wearing a hat and holding a camera in his hand, pretended to be a couple with An Leer and walked around the square.
Two days later, Watanabe Suke will give a speech here. Because of this, Ye Xiong gave the killer named Bailong five days. If the killer wants to take action, this is the best opportunity.
As a member of a political family, Watanabe often speaks in public to refresh his presence, which often puts him in danger.
Ye Xiong and An Leer walked half a circle around the square, taking many photos. After posting the photos, they returned to the room and hung them on the wall to think.
"Master, what do you think this killer named Bai Long will use to assassinate Watanabe Sukeichi?" An Leer asked.
Ye Xiong pondered for a moment and then said: "Sniping is undoubtedly the best method. Watanabe Sukeichi will be at this location tomorrow. If the killer uses sniping, the only direction chosen is the southeast. In order to ensure the success rate of sniping, the killer's sniping range will be
Within 500 meters, but there are many buildings within 500 meters, how can we determine where the opponent will choose to fight?"
Ye Xiong pondered, scanning the photos on the wall one by one, and finally landed on a skyscraper hotel four hundred meters away from the square.
"This is it." He pointed to the photo of the hotel.
…
Two days later, Werner Hotel, thirteenth floor, a certain room.
A man in his mid-thirties, with a long, thin face and deep-set eyes stood by the window, holding a telescope in his gloved hand, looking towards the central square.
The central square was crowded with people, and countless people gathered around, waiting for the evolution.
At this moment, in the telescope, a tall man wearing a suit was walking towards the stage in the square, surrounded by a group of bodyguards.
The man turned around and walked to the sofa and took out a long black box from underneath.
Open the box and inside is a camouflage-colored sniper rifle.
The man installed it quickly, and in less than two minutes, the sniper rifle was installed.
Walking to the window, the man opened a crack, put his eyes on the sight, and his breathing became lighter!
The crosshair was pointed at Watanabe Sukeichi.
Within five minutes, only three gunshots were heard.
The three gunshots were fired no more than one second apart. Looking through the scope, the man saw with his own eyes that the bullets blasted three holes in Watanabe's head, and the last shot hit his chest.
"Perfect sniper kill."
A slight smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, he closed the window, stuffed the gun under the sofa, and walked out of the room.