Holding a sniper rifle with one hand is already terrifying for an ordinary person, let alone the fact that Gu Qingwan wanted to fire the moment her figure appeared in the scope and kill the assassin in the southeast direction—that's simply a pipe dream. Even a regular pistol has noticeable recoil, let alone a large-caliber sniper rifle like this.
When the propellant gases inside the barrel explode and propel the bullet forward, a counterforce is generated, moving the bullet backward along the barrel. The force of the piston moving backward in the gas tube is diverted by the flash suppressor at the muzzle.
A loud bang!
This signaled the official start of the killing, instantly causing the assassins who were focused on their target Jiang Cheng to look up abruptly. Meanwhile, a cloud of blood mist exploded from the rooftop of another building in Gu Qingwan's line of sight, and the unfortunate assassin had half his body smashed to pieces, losing his vital signs in an instant.
Her ghostly figure vanished above the rooftop. Amidst the assassins' bewildered gazes, she was pulled up from a lower position by a steel wire, and Gu Qingwan's graceful figure, dressed in a black bodysuit, floated in the window of a higher floor.
The knife reflected the bright moonlight, radiating a chilling aura. Each time it fell, it took a life. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Fengyang Street had become a slaughterhouse at this moment, with these killers who were usually feared as men of terror reduced to piglets being slaughtered at will.
With agile leaps, Gu Qingwan executed the optimal solution of her plan without hesitation. In just two minutes, she could eliminate all enemies, no matter how experienced or powerful they were.
Faced with absolute intelligence, with robots that feel no pain, and with Gu Qingwan who executes every limb movement perfectly, they are as fragile as paper.
A few seconds isn't enough time to do anything, or even to utter a complete sentence, but it's enough for her to kill a human.
After she killed the eighth person, she stood on the rooftop railing, looking down at the scattered humans and matchbox-like cars. The suffocating height prevented her from even glancing at them.
Gu Qingwan's gaze was fixed on only one person. In the thermal imaging, she was lying in a dark and secluded corner, the one who was best hidden.
People on the ground looked up. SWAT officers holding riot shields seemed to want to know when they could retrieve the body from the rooftop and when the alert would be lifted. The panicked crowd, still unaware of what was happening, wandered aimlessly under the protection of the riot shields.
Has something happened?!
Is this street dangerous?!
Why are so many special police officers suddenly appearing, and why are they making such a big show of force?
The shield, like a wall, firmly protected the people.
Gu Qingwan stood in the cold wind, her hair disheveled by the wind, which seemed particularly fierce up high. Drops of blood dripped from the short knife in her right hand, leaving blood cells in the grooves of the blade, sharp yet smooth.
Ending the life of the last person will end this farce.
The time it takes for Jiangcheng to climb each step of the stairs means someone is dying. In the same timeline, different shots represent two worlds.
While sniping in September, she heard the second assassin being shot dead and realized there were other visitors on the rooftop of Yidonglou. She forced herself to calm down and focus. Having carried out so many missions, her success rate was one hundred percent; she was the best among the assassins kept by Japan.
September possessed exceptional mental fortitude; she wouldn't waver in the slightest. But in the instant she was about to kill Jiang Cheng, her keen intuition told her of a deadly threat. It seemed... as she aimed at Jiang Cheng, a gun was already aimed at her.
She had to dodge! Otherwise, she would die instantly! Sensing this immense potential threat, her fingertips trembled, and she reacted almost instinctively, rolling sharply to the side.
With a loud bang, a dazzling burst of sparks flashed from the railing beside her. A bullet pierced through the rusty and rotten iron pipe, creating a hole in the railing where she had just been standing.
Gu Qingwan coldly threw away her gun, her disheveled hair flying wildly in the wind. She swam towards that secluded corner to have her final showdown with September.
September's heart was pounding. She pressed herself tightly against the corner of the rooftop power supply box, her hands against the cold metal. The icy touch seemed to help her clear her head.
As she expected, Jiang Cheng was indeed surrounded by powerful bodyguards. However, if it weren't for her instincts honed through countless life-or-death experiences, she would probably be dead by now, given the angle of that shot.
Just as September was thinking this, "Crack!" A loud noise rang in her ears! She turned her head slightly, her pupils contracted sharply, and she didn't know when a figure had already jumped down from above the electrical box, and an alloy knife was already stuck in the metal sheet, approaching her throat.
The incredibly sturdy electrical box was sliced open like tofu, leaving a large gash. Such force seemed unbelievable to September; if the knife had been stuck in her body, her head would probably have been chopped off in the next second.
When September turned her head slightly, she saw those chilling eyes, devoid of any emotion, like a sophisticated instrument, with the pupils contracting, a truly terrifying sight.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she was indeed the best assassin. In the next second, September drew the cherry blossom sword made of fine steel from her back, its smooth blade gleaming with a cold light!
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