The man remained patient and continued aiming.
"This is Black Flag. The assassin team hasn't had a chance to make a move. The other side is very cautious."
The man couldn't help but feel a little irritated. In fact, the best option was for the man to make the move. If the assassins were to make the move, they might not be able to escape the battlefield safely.
"However, the target chose a room by the window, on the third floor, the fourth room from the left from your position."
This was good news. The man perked up and slightly adjusted the aim of his gun.
The windows there were blocked by heavy, dark red curtains.
But it doesn't matter. The man sneered; the people here didn't know just how powerful he really was.
The man replaced the lens on the Dragon Hunter rifle and continued aiming.
A man and a woman entered the room—no, it should be said that two people entered the room. Even with a different lens, the man couldn't identify the people inside, even through the curtains.
However, if he hit both of them at the same time, even with windows, curtains, and human bodies as triple obstacles, the man was confident he could kill them both.
The man wasn't deliberately holding his breath; he was adjusting his breathing and waiting for a better opportunity.
At this moment, Black Flag's voice in the earpiece did not stop, which made the man uncomfortable. Black Flag should have been quiet when he needed to concentrate.
"Hunter 2 and Hunter 3 both reported that they were blocked by the statue. From a physical point of view, this is impossible. It's a bit strange." Black Flag's voice rang in the man's ears through the rustling noise and the annoying, rhythmic knocking sound that had been there before.
Why am I saying all this while I'm aiming? Having a statue blocking my view might just mean we chose a bad spot...
Wait, a knocking sound? The man realized what was happening.
“I’ve ordered them to evacuate according to plan. The hope for the final blow lies with you. You must aim carefully and stay focused…” Black Flag’s voice continued.
The man remained focused and finally discerned the pattern of their internal agreement in the knocking sounds.
The translated meaning is: escape, 1.
"Escape" in "1" means to abandon any pre-arranged escape plan, prioritize personal safety, and immediately retreat, thus abandoning the mission.
This is the most extreme option!
The man's pupils contracted. He immediately put down his gun, attached a palm-sized piece of iron to the Dragon Hunter rifle, retreated into the room, picked up his backpack from the bed, and packed it away.
There was no time to disarm the guns and retreat; Escape Plan 1 was the most urgent, the most desperate, and the most extreme plan.
He had attached a specially made time bomb to the Dragon Hunter rifle, set to three minutes. Three minutes was more than enough time for him to leave the hotel.
The man walked down the corridor at a leisurely pace, without appearing flustered. He was remarkably calm, even exchanging greetings and flirting with a passing hotel waitress.
“I suspect that the statue was arranged by a feng shui master,” Black Flag’s voice continued in his ear. “But it’s uncertain whether that feng shui master is from the brothel or the target’s side. Just to be safe, be prepared to face the wrath of a feng shui master after the assassination, and stay away from the sky and open areas.”
The man listened silently. Black Flag's command post was located on a tall tower nearby. If he were a feng shui master who liked to be in the sky, he might already have his eye on Black Flag. A feng shui master in the sky could easily catch Black Flag.
At this moment, the man discerned the message being conveyed from the further tapping of the black flag.
"There are enemies behind me, I must run away."
"There are enemies behind me, I must run away."
"There are enemies behind me, I must run away."
A chill ran through the man. Was there an enemy behind him? Was it that feng shui master? The man's steps quickened involuntarily.
Just as he reached the stairwell, a woman with a very large belly walked towards him. The woman looked stiff in both her steps and expression. She asked the man, "How do I get to room 406?"
Room 406... The man thought, isn't that the room I used to rent here?
The man felt a chill run down his spine. Before he could speak or react, he suddenly heard the sound of flesh being torn apart.
A pale, white hand ripped open the woman's stomach, and a detached female voice rang out beside the man.
"It must be you."
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