Chapter 1312: Brain Opening (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

The bright sunshine shone into the house through the curtains. Behind the window, a person was sitting there quietly.

In the past two days, the jackal has been sitting here quietly, waiting for the appearance of prey. As an old hunter, the most basic quality he possesses is patience.

He had been waiting for two days. During the past two days, he hardly left this position, waiting for the arrival of the ship.

He hadn't shaved for two days, leaving a short golden stubble on his cheeks. But he was still staring out the window with full energy, observing the situation at the dock.

Today is Friday and the weather seems a little hot, but despite this, the dock is still crowded with people, and hundreds of British military and police are sweating profusely as they maintain order.

Today must be the day when the Governor arrives in Cape Town, and there are so many people coming to greet him. But most people cannot see the Governor, because he will be surrounded by a large group of officials after getting off the ship.

Amidst the constant failures, Gordon, known as the "Conqueror of the Sultan", became the only hope in the eyes of the British in Cape Town.

"Mr. Gordon's arrival will turn everything around."

Repeated "setbacks" and the deaths of a large number of British soldiers were gradually exhausting the patience and confidence of the British in Cape Town. Gordon's arrival made their confidence swell again. After all, Gordon was the "Sultan Conqueror" who "defeated hundreds of thousands of thugs."

Amid people's anticipation, a ship slowly approached the dock accompanied by the sound of the whistle.

Listening to the whistle, the Jackal walked to the window and looked out, seeing the ship that had already entered the harbor. He reached out and opened the window, gently pulling the two windows inward until they touched the wall. Then he stepped back a few steps, and the sunlight shone through the window, forming a square of bright shadows on the ground. This made the rest of the room seem darker.

Experienced hunters all know to hide themselves in the shadows. If they stand in the dark, people outside will never see them.

Walking to the window, Jackal hid behind the drawn curtains and looked down, he could see the dock 400 meters away. He stepped back a few steps, moved a table over, removed the tablecloth and vase on it, and took two cushions from the sofa, using them as gun pads.

Then the Jackal sat behind the table, put the Webster 100 rifle on the cushion, and looked at the dock through the telescopic sight. The dock was clearly visible in the sun. He saw an officer at the dock arranging the standing position for the crowd to greet him. There was a red carpet in front. If he was right, the governor would come down from the ship and step on the red carpet in about half an hour.

So the Jackal aimed his gun at the end of the red carpet. In the telescope, the red carpet was clearly visible.

"Today's weather is perfect for hunting."

The Jackal muttered to himself, and he observed the direction in which the British Union Jack was flying on the flagpole at the dock.

The wind was not strong and the weather was good. All of this made the Jackal very satisfied. He laid out the five bullets on the table like a team of soldiers. After pulling the bolt, the Jackal loaded the first bullet. Although one bullet was enough, he still loaded all the bullets. Who knows?

The few remaining rounds were a reserve. Then he cocked the bolt, then the safety, and when everything was ready he placed the gun on the cushions and sat there waiting.

“About 20 minutes!”

During the long wait, the Jackal, holding a rifle, squinted his eyes and looked towards the dock, where music had already started playing.

The song being played was "God Save the Queen". Through the scope, one could clearly see the British military musicians playing the British national anthem. After the last few notes of the anthem disappeared, the entire audience fell silent.

At this moment, a figure appeared from the gangway, and the roar of the captain of the guard in red uniform echoed over the dock:

"Raise your guns... salute!"

The British soldiers in red uniforms and white gloves slapped the butts of their rifles together, touched their heels together, and saluted with guns to Governor Gordon who was slowly walking down the gangway.

In a room about 400 meters away, Jackal held the rifle tightly and squinted his eyes at the sight. With the help of the telescopic sight, he could almost see the target's face clearly, and he could even see the smugness in the target's expression.

When Gordon set foot on the land of South Africa, he was in a proud mood. This land would not only bring him unprecedented fame, but also wealth.

After all, this place is rich not only in diamonds but also in gold. Once he recaptures Kimberley and occupies Johannesburg, his power will guarantee him huge returns.

Power is so wonderful. Compared with all the rights in the world, it is the most desirable and what many people pursue throughout their lives. The reason why they pursue power is precisely because power can bring such rich rewards.

This kind of return is something that nothing else in the world can give. If you have power, you can have everything. Compared to money, power is the most eternal thing.

And now, he will be the true ruler of this land, and everything on this land will submit to him and obey him.

Of course, this land will also bring him unprecedented fame and wealth.

Power is so wonderful.

"Gentlemen..."

When Gordon raised one hand and waved to the people who came to greet him, when he was proud of being the ruler of this land, he didn't know that in the window hundreds of meters away, a sniper had already aimed at him, and the intersection of the aiming line was facing his head. When Gordon waved his arm, the Jackal gently pulled the trigger...

"Bang!"

At the moment the gun went off, Jackal saw through the scope that a cloud of blood mist suddenly appeared on the man's forehead. Almost at the same time, he pulled the bolt again.

At the moment when Gordon's mind was full of ideas, the Jackal pulled the trigger again, and the bullet hit Gordon's body again.

The Governor of Cape Town, who had just arrived in Cape Town and had not yet had time to take office, had his imagination opened.

While the dock was in chaos, the Jackal, having completed his mission, quietly left the room.

…

That evening, when Emperor Zhu was reading in his study, he received a call from the Investigation Department. The content of the call was very simple, just telling him.

Gordon, the "old friend" of the Chinese people, had his imagination opened in Cape Town.

"My mind is blown..."

When hanging up the phone, Emperor Zhu said to himself.

"It can be considered revenge."

Emperor Zhu's attitude towards these so-called old friends has always been clear, that is, to repay favors with kindness and to repay hatred with hatred.

Who can be spared by heaven?

It is certainly impossible to let them live their lives in peace like that.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that there was nothing regrettable about this matter. In fact, deep down in his heart, Emperor Zhu hoped that the guy would die at the hands of the Chinese.

After all, the debt he owed was to the Chinese people.

"All right,"

Emperor Zhu said slowly,

"Now we are just collecting a little interest. If we need to repay the debt in the future, the British Empire will still have to pay it back."

(End of this chapter)