449: C449 Accident Missed

C449 Accident Missed

Ultra had been mentally prepared to wait at least ten days or half a month.

In these three days, Ultra had done the most in adjusting the sniper rifle. He used the enhanced scope on the sniper rifle to observe the villa where the target was located.

What surprised him was that the entire villa had been covered by the curtains. Even during the day, the curtains had no intention of being pulled open.

Ultra could only see the back of the villa from Ultra's angle. It was impossible to determine whether the target was inside the villa by looking at the front.

This made him feel rather strange. He could not figure out why the other party's curtains were always drawn.

It was not until the third night that the curtains were finally pulled open. Through the scope, Wodred clearly saw the target appear in the hall.

However, in a very short period of time, the target took a bunch of keys from the girl and opened the door of the villa again. He floated away, not giving him any chance to shoot.

However, Wodred was not in a hurry. Instead, his mood became clear as the curtains were pulled open.

Then, he opened the safety and aimed the sniper rifle at the lobby of the villa. He did not move at all as he watched the changes in the lobby.

Including the two boys who looked like students and the beautiful girl who had been watching TV on the sofa in the living room.

Looking at the three students in the scope who were obviously unprepared, Wutley felt even more relaxed.

Right now, he only needed to do one thing, and that was to wait.

After more than four hours, the target finally appeared in the hall of the villa once again!

Even with Wodled's composure, he couldn't help but feel excited. The opportunity had come too quickly and too easily, causing some uneasiness to suddenly surge in his heart.

The mission had been exceptionally smooth up until now. Looking at the target within the scope, Wodred was somewhat puzzled. This mission didn't seem like a mission that was worth so much money no matter how he looked at it.

The reward was always proportionate to the difficulty. This was something that Wutley understood very well. But why is this mission so strange? It was so simple that it was unbelievable.

It couldn't be that the sponsor behind him had so much money that he didn't have a place to spend it, so he casually gave such an exaggerated number, right?

Doubt was doubt, but Ultra was puzzled. After all, he was a professional killer, so he still had to complete the tasks he needed to do. So he only shook his head slightly. His hand that was holding the gun did not shake at all. He aimed the scope at the upper body of the target, calculated the possible deviation of the bullet, and then pulled the trigger. . .

This heavy sniper rifle was extremely powerful and even had the ability to counter armor, so it did not need to aim at a vital point.

Moreover, aiming at a vital point could also cause the target to be unable to hit due to the deviation in distance. A kilometer's distance, even if the bullet only deviated a centimeter when it left the barrel, it could still deviate a few meters from the target when it was one kilometer away.

This kind of super-long-range sniping had extremely high requirements for a gunman.

As the intense rebounding feeling came from his hand, Wutley heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. The entire process was perfect. The bullet that came out of the barrel would definitely hit the target. This was the absolute confidence that he had gained from dozens of successful assassinations.

However, just as Ultra pulled the trigger and opened his mouth to vent his anger, the scene that he saw through the scope made his mouth freeze in an instant.

The target in the scope seemed to have predicted this beforehand. At the same time he pulled the trigger, he actually made a short dodging motion.

When he pulled the trigger, the bullet that came out of the barrel shattered the window of the villa one kilometer away, the target's dodging movement was already halfway done!

A handful of fresh blood blossomed in his sight, but Wutley's mood had already completely sunk. He did not kill the target, nor did he injure the target. The blood was only caused by a bullet brushing past one of his arms. There was also a problem with the broken piece of glass! Otherwise, with the power of the heavy sniper rifle, Even if it was just a scratch, it should at least be able to break the arm of the target!

The biggest problem was that he had no idea how the target dodged his heavy sniper bullet. Furthermore, the movement of the target. . . Clearly had a countermeasure when he had just pulled the trigger.

Could it be that the target could sense his aim from such a long distance?

How was this possible? . . .

Although he couldn't understand why, Ultra didn't feel nervous at all. If he succeeded, he would fail. No assassin could guarantee that his mission would be completed with 100% certainty. If he didn't achieve his goal this time, then he would retreat and hide in the dark, waiting for the next opportunity.

It wasn't that Ultra didn't have experience in this field. He had been lurking for half a year in order to complete an assassination mission. He had never lacked patience, so he was famous.2

So even though this shot had failed, Ultra only felt a little disappointed.

Just as he was about to put away the sniper rifle and check out of the hotel, before he could look away from the scope, he saw that the target had dodged his bullets and rushed out of the broken window at the same time!

He was so fast that he instantly rushed out of the scope's range of vision.

Ultra frowned slightly. Could it be that the other party had discovered his position?

Not to mention that it was unlikely that he had discovered it, so what if he had really discovered it? This place was about a kilometer away from the villa in a straight line. There were all kinds of obstacles in the middle. If they were to follow the road, they would need to go around four kilometers.

Running from four kilometers away was enough time for him to escape.

However, just as Wodred was secretly slandering him, a scene that he could not understand once again appeared in the aiming lens.

The target rushed straight in this direction. When he encountered a wall that was at least three meters tall, he did not slow down at all. He kicked hard with both legs and jumped more than three meters high. He easily crossed the wall!

Was. . . Was this an illusion?!

Wodred's mouth was wide open as he looked at the figure in the scope with a dumbfounded expression. It was only at this moment that he noticed that the target was charging towards him at an unbelievable speed.

This speed had already surpassed the theoretical limits of humanity, right?!

Looking at the test results displayed on the scope, Ultra had no idea what had happened. It was at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour? What a joke!

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