Although Sean had support, his personal qualities were also very strong. Otherwise, he wouldn't have risen so quickly.
This time, he was going to do something big again and convince the CIA and the CIA.
By dusk the next day, Sean had been lying in ambush on the rooftop of the building opposite the apartment Huo Shaoheng had been in for the entire day.
He had only seen Huo Shaoheng come out three times that day — once in the morning and once in the afternoon. It was now dusk, so he was probably out for dinner.
He knelt motionlessly on one leg on the rooftop of the third floor. The wind speed and airflow had been measured many times. The black scope was the most advanced digital smart scope in the US military. It was said to be as accurate as a ballistic missile radar. As long as it locked on, no one would survive.
The sun was setting, and the afterglow was cut into geometric patterns by the tall buildings in New York. It was like an abstract painting by a master.
Huo Shaoheng came downstairs and stood in front of the shop window as usual.
Sean had been lying in ambush on the rooftop of the building opposite him for the entire day, and he had been observing Sean for the entire day.
This person wasn't very patient. Huo Shaoheng observed that he shook his hands almost three times an hour, and every three hours, he would stand up and kick his legs. Although he was very fast, these were all fatal mistakes for a sniper.
This also meant that this person couldn't focus on hiding.
By dusk, Huo Shaoheng knew that Sean couldn't wait any longer and would definitely make a move.
Walking out of his temporary hiding place, Huo Shaoheng was already fully prepared.
He hid a modified high-power, high-precision long-handled sniper pistol in his sleeve. Of course, it didn't have the long range or power of an anti-materiel sniper rifle, but it was enough to deal with the person on the rooftop of the building opposite him.
Standing in front of the display window, he could feel the scorching afterglow of the setting sun shining on him from the side. At the same time, there was an imperceptible little red dot that slowly moved from the display window to Huo Shaoheng's back. Finally, it stopped at the position of his heart.
Huo Shaoheng didn't turn around. When the little red dot from the building opposite him disappeared from the window, he knew he was locked on.
Seeing the little red dot disappear, Huo Shaoheng knew that the enemy was definitely going to snipe him. His eyes flashed, and almost at the same time the little red dot disappeared, he quickly turned sideways and reached his left hand out of his pocket like lightning. He opened his palm to reveal a crystal prism in his palm. He waved it in the direction of the blinking scope on the rooftop of the opposite building.
Not only was the lens of the crystal prism smooth and colorless, but it also had the effect of a convex lens.
It could gather light and reflect it back. It could also magnify light by a hundred times.
At that moment, the crystal prism gathered the afterglow of the setting sun and reflected it directly in the direction of Sean's scope!
Sean was looking at Huo Shaoheng's back through the scope, and his finger was just about to pull the trigger when Huo Shaoheng's back suddenly disappeared from his scope.
What replaced it was a strong light that appeared in an instant!
It was like a small sun!
Sean cried out. His right eye, which was focused on the scope, felt as if it had been burned by a laser. The pain made his hand tremble, and he pulled the trigger.
As expected, this kind of reflexive sniping had no effect at all. The bullet flew off somewhere, and all that could be heard was the sound of a bullet cutting through the air.
Huo Shaoheng took advantage of the opportunity when the crystal prism in his left hand was interfering with the sniper's scope. He quickly extended the high-powered long-handled sniper pistol hidden in his right sleeve, aimed at the target on the third floor, and pulled the trigger!
Bang!
There was another gunshot, and a round bullet hole appeared in Sean's forehead just as he was about to raise his hand to rub his right eye.
Sean's eyes were wide open, and he seemed to be dead before he could understand what had happened. He collapsed on the rooftop of the sixth floor with a thud.
In the chaos, although the two of them had fired at the same time, the people of Harlem only heard one gunshot, and then someone yelled, "The police are here!"
Chaotic footsteps immediately rang out on the streets. Countless people began to run, and some hurriedly got into the cars parked on the side of the road and sped away from Harlem.
Huo Shaoheng was no exception. His shot had been fired almost at the same time as Sean's, so no one noticed that he had fired as well.
He lifted the hood of his hoodie to cover his face and ran out of Harlem with the crowd to the subway station. He returned to New York's Central Station before the police cordoned off the area. He took the train from there and finally returned to his long-awaited apartment.
Huo Shaoheng wasn't used to going from the dirty, messy, and low-class New York neighborhoods to a spotless, postmodern, and upscale neighborhood.
He returned to his room, took a shower, and washed himself clean. Then, he ordered pizza delivery, sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and began to watch TV.
As expected, all the major TV stations were broadcasting the hot news of the young and promising Director of the CIA's Asian Intelligence Division being shot in the head in Harlem.
In the live broadcast, Huo Shaoheng could even see Sean's expression as he died with his eyes wide open, and the clear bullet hole in his forehead.
Huo Shaoheng smiled and drew a cross on his chest. "Rest-in-peace …"
After a while, the doorbell rang. The pizza had arrived.
Huo Shaoheng opened the door and took the freshly baked pizza from the delivery man. He even tipped him ten dollars.
The pizza was only sixteen dollars in total, and he tipped ten dollars. This was a very generous tip for the delivery man in his career. He bowed and nodded to thank Huo Shaoheng.
Huo Shaoheng waved his hand with a smile and closed the door. He placed the pizza box on the coffee table in front of the sofa and opened a bottle of beer for himself. He drank the beer and ate the pizza while admiring his masterpiece.
The TV showed Sean's sniper rifle mounted on the low wall of the rooftop, facing the sky alone.
The agitated host was analyzing who shot Sean, and who was Sean trying to deal with here.
However, everyone's excitement didn't last long. The CIA quickly applied for a court injunction to stop the TV stations from broadcasting the case.
Although it was broadcast online, the video was also deleted. Everyone could only use text to discuss the situation. No one could post pictures or videos.
Huo Shaoheng sighed deeply and turned off the TV to sleep.
He hadn't slept for a few days and needed to catch up.
…
James didn't expect Huo Shaoheng to really do what he said and give him such a big gift.
Two days after Sean's death, the CIA promoted James to the director of the Asian Intelligence Division.
James knew how to conduct himself and immediately promoted one of his most loyal subordinates to deputy director. The tense atmosphere in the Asian Intelligence Division instantly changed.
Sitting in the director's office where Sean used to sit, James felt extremely conflicted.
He thought expressionlessly that Huo Shaoheng was indeed capable, but this ability was too great.
James secretly warned himself that it was better to be friends with this kind of person.
Even if you were to be his enemy, just think about yourself. Did you have the right to argue with him?
Even Sean had been shot in the head without anyone noticing. Could he, James, be younger and stronger than Sean? Could he be better than Sean, who was an assassin?
Of course not, so how could he compete with Huo Shaoheng?
It was obvious that he would benefit more from working with him.
Also, he had already stepped into the muddy waters. James had played a part in Sean's death …
James took a deep breath and decided to leave a message at 38 Scallop Bay in Long Island after work. He would talk to Huo Shaoheng face to face after Sean's case blew over.
…
It was past six in the evening, and it was hot and humid by the seaside of Long Island.
James's dark suit was soaked in sweat as he walked.
Standing in front of the small metal gate of 38 Scallop Bay, he could hear the melodious sound of a violin coming from inside. The leaves rustled slightly, and it was cooler than other places. It was like a paradise.
James looked around before ringing the doorbell.
After a while, a Chinese-American woman in her forties walked over and asked, "May I know who you are looking for?"
Since James was here to leave a message for Huo Shaoheng, he naturally had to show some sincerity. He handed the middle-aged woman a letter. "Please give this letter to Mr. Gu."
This was the code he had agreed on with Huo Shaoheng.
The middle-aged woman shook her head. "Are you at the wrong place? We don't have the surname Gu here. It's Tan. "
James was stunned but still insisted. "May I ask if Miss Tan is at home? She knows. "
The middle-aged woman only took the letter after hearing the man mention their daughter. "Then I'll go ask."
She took the letter into the house and went to Tan Guiren's living room. "Miss, there's a man outside saying he wants to give this letter to Mr. Gu."
Tan Guiren was playing the violin. She put down the bowstring and frowned. "Mr. Gu? Didn't you tell him that the surname here is Tan, not Gu? "
"I did. He said you knew …" The middle-aged woman quickly explained to show that she hadn't accepted the letter without thinking.
Tan Guiren's heart skipped a beat as she immediately remembered what Huo Shaoheng had said to her. She quickly stood up and put the violin back in its case. "I remember now. Someone asked me to give a letter to him."
She took the letter from the middle-aged woman and rushed downstairs. When she arrived at the front door, she saw a well-dressed middle-aged white man standing there with a smile.
"May I ask who you are …?" Tan Guiren asked curiously. "I will give this letter to Mr. Gu. May I ask if you have anything else to say?"
"He'll understand after reading this letter." James relaxed and nodded at Tan Guiren before turning to leave.
After he left, Tan Guiren finally remembered that Huo Shaoheng hadn't given her any contact information.
She didn't even know how to contact him now.
She took the letter back to the house anxiously. Tan Guiren wanted to call her parents in the Hua Xia Empire to ask if they had Huo Shaoheng's contact information.
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