As he spoke, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a white Pajero driving alongside his Bentley with its windows open. He didn't think much of it, just glanced at it casually, and then looked away.

He smiled, turned around, and said, "We're going to kill Nie Zhao and Chen Rou together!"

Of course, at that moment he had no idea that the woman he was planning to kill was already prepared to kill him.

...

Unlike in the future, modern cars don't generally have window tinting, because that technology hasn't been invented yet.

During the day, people often use semi-transparent window screens to protect privacy inside the car.

But at night, people are used to opening the window screens to avoid obstructing their view.

Xiang Tiange's window screen was open. At this moment, he was driving on the elevated highway, sitting alone in the spacious back seat of his Bentley. On one side were the twinkling lights of Kowloon, and on the other side were the neon lights of Victoria Harbour. The feeling was simply wonderful.

If a black, blue, or red car is parked next to him, Xiang Tiange will become alert, because he kills people everywhere every day and still holds a place in Kowloon, so his biggest fear is being assassinated.

But among all car colors, white is the most conspicuous at night and the least likely to make people wary.

There's no other reason than that its color is too conspicuous in the dark, making it an easy target. Generally speaking, unless someone is incredibly stupid, they wouldn't use a white vehicle to carry out an assassination mission at night. It's too easy to be locked on and killed.

However, there are always exceptions, because true masters don't play by the rules.

The white Pajero braked and fell behind Xiang Tiange's Bentley after driving alongside it for about several tens of seconds.

Inside the car, wearing sunglasses and a top hat, clinging to the steering wheel like a bear, was Liang Lisheng. Behind him, in the passenger compartment, both rows of seats had been removed, flush with the windows. A steel plate had been welded into the middle of the car, covered with a military-grade anti-slip mat. Chen Rou was sprawled out on the anti-slip mat.

With limited space in the vehicle, Song Yuanchao squatted to one side, holding a shotgun in one hand and resting the other on the crank handle of the glass window.

After slamming on the brakes, Liang Lisheng asked Chen Rou, "Arou, did you see clearly? Are you confident?"

Chen Rou wasn't wearing earplugs, but headphones, and the most advanced night vision goggles currently used by US military personnel. Of course, they're not as advanced as those of the future, but they're top-of-the-line high technology for now. They're also commonly seen in movies. The lenses can be flipped up to see natural light with a single press, and flipped down with another press.

Both vehicles are currently traveling at approximately 100 km/h. At such high speeds, the difficulty of sniping a target in another vehicle from a moving vehicle, especially at night, is self-evident.

It's not just a matter of aiming. Is the road smooth enough? At the moment of firing, if the tire runs over a small stone, or the vehicle shakes slightly, the bullet will deviate from its course.

Chen Rou was still aiming at the target and didn't speak, so Song Yuanchao asked on her behalf, "Vice Chairman Liang, are you sure this road has been cleaned?"

"Don't worry, I personally cleaned it with the truck, Arou..." Liang Lisheng was actually very scared, and his voice was trembling.

Chen Rou said, "Uncle Liang, there's an AK in the Bentley. Roll up the window first."

Liang Lisheng felt a chill run down his spine when he heard the words "AK," but said, "I don't like closing the windows; I find them stuffy. You don't need to worry about my windows. Just assess your task, whether you're confident, and when you need me to speed things up."

He's making Chen Rou angry.

The reason Liang Lisheng opened the window, just like driving a white car to assassinate someone, was to make herself as conspicuous as possible, to mislead Xiang Tiange, and to make him less vigilant, thus facilitating her attack.

To put it another way, he didn't intend to leave alive today; he came here to be a live target and sacrifice himself.

But this contradicted Chen Rou's mission philosophy, because she always prioritized the safety of her personnel in any mission. She took off her headphones and said loudly, "Uncle Liang, I'm ordering you now to close the windows!"

Before he could argue back, she yelled again, "Turn it off now!"

She's a sniper, so the entire vehicle has to revolve around her; that's the rule.

Liang Lisheng didn't dare to say anything more and rolled up the car window.

He obeyed, and Chen Rou's voice softened: "Uncle Liang, speed up, I'll count to ten and we'll be side by side with the Bentley!"

...

"Brother Song, start rolling down the window, slowly, even slower, one, two, three..." She commanded the two soldiers methodically, their eyes on the scope, their hands on the trigger, the aiming point of the gun. As Liang Lisheng accelerated, Song Yuanchao opened the car window, silently climbed onto the rear window of the Bentley, crossed the rear beam, and stopped at Xiang Tiange's temple.