"534 meters in a straight line."
"Wind speed 2.7 meters per second."
"No fog or dust in the air. Visibility is high."
This kind of distance and weather was a rare opportunity for a sharpshooter.
A black earpiece hung from his right ear.
He was wearing a black elastic bodysuit that blended in with the night.
The view from this position was wide, but it was very hidden and not easy to be discovered.
A voice came from the earpiece.
"Ready to make a move?"
"Not now." The sharpshooter held the binoculars and frowned. "There's an old man beside him. I'll make a move when he's alone."
It was not because he was afraid of hurting the innocent, but because he wanted to minimize the commotion.
The voice in the earpiece was still going on.
"You really don't need my help? Tell me his information, and I'll act together. He won't be able to escape. "
"No need." The sharpshooter rejected without thinking. "How can I share the person I found with you?"
One billion USD.
As long as he could complete this mission, he could rest for a few years.
It was not easy for him to find the information. How could he share it with other hunters?
"Tsk, okay." The voice in the earpiece was indifferent. "But I have to remind you that the 97th on the Sharpshooter list failed a while ago and caused quite a stir on NOK."
"Five bullets in a row did not hit the target, and the target was an ordinary person. You have to be careful."
The sharpshooter sneered. "Take care of yourself."
He was ranked seventh on the Sharpshooter list.
How could the 97th be compared to him?
What a joke.
The sharpshooter cut off the communication, took off the earpiece and threw it aside.
He adjusted the height again and lowered his body.
**
In the apartment.
Under Ying Zijin's care, Wen Fengmian's body was much better.
So he insisted on cooking all the dishes on the table tonight. Wen Tinglan was his assistant.
They were not expensive. They were all home-cooked dishes, but they looked, smelled, and tasted good.
There was a big cake in the middle with candles beside it.
Wen Fengmian took off his apron and wiped his hands. "My house is small. Sorry for making a fool of myself."
He had lived in Qingshui County for more than ten years, but this was his first time in Hucheng.
Other than Zhong Manhua, who had been to Qingshui County before, Wen Fengmian had never come into contact with anyone from the Big Four Wealthy Families.
"Mr. Wen, what are you talking about?" Old Mr. Zhong hurriedly stood up. "It's my honor to be here. You're too kind."
At the side, Master Fu stared at the cake, his eyes wide open.
Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelids and smiled faintly. "Grandpa."
"Ah? Cough cough! " Master Fu coughed and said seriously, "It's not small. I think it's quite good. Old Zhong and I used to squeeze in the same room before. This is nothing."
The older generation had experienced the famine, so they were not as precious.
Wen Fengmian was surprised by the attitude of the two old men, but he felt relieved.
Master Fu said to the girl, "Zijin, don't think that your grandpa is still a roaring king. He used to be very timid and afraid of the dark."
Ying Zijin rested her chin on her hand and raised her eyebrows when she heard this.
Old Mr. Zhong was furious. "Old Fu, don't talk nonsense in front of my granddaughter. Do the math yourself. How many snacks did you steal when you were young?"
Ying Zijin: "…"
Fu Yunshen: "…"
Master Fu said proudly, "That's because you're too stupid. You can't catch me."
Old Mr. Zhong was furious. "Pfft!"
He was angry at the mention of this.
When they were young, they were brothers who grew up naked.
He had been to the Fu Family, and Master Fu had also been to the Zhong Family.
In the end, every time Old Master Fu came to the Zhong family, his snacks would disappear without a trace.
Later, Old Mr. Zhong found out that it was all Master Fu's doing.
He stole his maltose candy.
He stole his pea yolks.
He took all of them in a bag and did not leave any crumbs.
Look, was this something that a human would do?
Wen Tinglan, who had been silent all this time, finally raised his head. There was a slight change in his expression.
He had to protect the snacks that his sister bought for him.
Because they were all family, although this birthday was not grand, it was very warm and happy.
Master Fu was not in good health, so he had to go back to rest after dinner.
"Yaoyao, wait for me." Fu Yunshen got up. "I'll send grandpa back and come back later."
"Hmm?" Ying Zijin was clearing the plates. "The cake is finished. Why are you coming back?"
"…"
He was sure that this kid was not heartless. She was really like this.
Fu Yunshen smiled helplessly. "You can't just celebrate your birthday like this. “
Ying Zijin thought for a moment. "I think I'm very satisfied."
"Brother is still not satisfied." Fu Yunshen knocked on her forehead and said slowly, "There's a surprise at nine o 'clock."
On the other side, Old Mr. Zhong was thanking Wen Fengmian.
"Thank you. Thank you so much for taking care of Zijin all these years. If you didn't bring her back, I really wouldn't know …"
He did not finish his sentence.
Because everyone knew what the result would be.
A one-year-old child was lost. Even if she was not picked up by human traffickers, she would starve to death.
Wen Fengmian pushed the bank card back and coughed. "This is what I should do."
Old Master Zhong felt that the Wen family's upbringing was really good, so he didn't force it. "Mr. Wen, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can look for me. As for those people from the Ying family, you can just ignore them."
Wen Fengmian did not nod or shake his head. He smiled and went to the kitchen to help Ying Zijin wash the dishes.
Old Mr. Zhong was still sitting at the table drinking when he suddenly remembered something.
Hiss.
He seemed to have seen Wen Fengmian somewhere before. He felt that he looked a little familiar.
Where is it …
Old Mr. Zhong thought for a long time but could not figure it out. He simply took another sip of wine.
He turned his head and pulled the young man. "Xiao Lan, Old Mr. Fu is too weak. Play a few rounds with me. Don't go easy on me. Grandpa is not afraid."
Old Mr. Zhong also liked Wen Tinglan very much. He asked him to call him Grandpa like Ying Zijin.
He had a grandson.
He was really happy.
Wen Tinglan raised his head and looked at him faintly. "… No."
"You want it. You want it." Old Mr. Zhong pushed the black piece over without any explanation. "If you win against Grandpa, Grandpa will give you a big red packet."
The last sentence made Wen Tinglan decisively pick up the chess piece. "Deal."
Old Mr. Zhong, who was still drunk, was speechless.
Was there something wrong?
**
Outside.
The sharpshooter was still watching from the roof of the opposite building. He had been waiting for too long and was getting a little impatient.
Finally, after waiting for an hour, the man's figure appeared in the scope again.
This time, he was alone.
It was nine o 'clock at night. There was no one in the neighborhood.
It was very quiet.
The sharpshooter heaved a sigh of relief. He raised the muzzle again and aimed at the man's head.
His finger slid to the trigger and was about to pull the trigger.
But at this moment, he felt a pat on his shoulder.
----- Digression —
Come, who patted the sharpshooter?
A Fu Yunshen
B Ying Zijin
C Psychologist
D Bartender (If you don't remember, read Chapter 8)
There are many people who guessed correctly.
Xiao, Xiang, there will be a XXB reward for guessing correctly.
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