Central City Plaza, Los Angeles, United States.

At this time, there was a sea of cheers, and the excited crowd raised the flag of the United States in their hands and waved it constantly.

A convoy slowly pulled in from the street, with two modified Cadillac bulletproof SUVs at the top and back, and a black Lincoln in the center.

The motorcade drove to the stage entrance of Central City Plaza, and out of Lincoln's car stepped a burly man with blond hair and a black trench coat, who was the mayor of Los Angeles, George Martin.

George Martin stood by and waited for a dark-skinned man dressed in traditional Arab robes and wearing a clergyman's hat to be the leader of a sect in a country in the Middle East.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two of them walked hand in hand to the podium. Surrounded by heavily armed and vigilant Los Angeles police. And the rooftops around the central city square are also full of snipers.

At this moment, in the room of a building near the square, five men are engrossed in observing every move on the central city square.

"David, are you sure this is the most likely place to start?"

The man who spoke was a man in his fifties, dressed in a crisp military uniform, with short curly hair, dark skin, and a face full of majesty, who was Colonel Carlos, who had been awarded a congressional medal by President Tebe.

The object of Colonel Carlos's questioning is Captain David Webb, the sniper god of the United States Marine Corps, who was invited to command the defense operation. Colonel Carlos has received credible information that terrorist snipers will assassinate Mayor George Martin today.

David Webb wears a black jacket, blue jeans, and military combat boots. He was tall and muscular, and he was looking around with a telescope in his hand.

"If the message is accurate and there really is a master, then the shot should be fired at a distance of 1800 yards, with at least six possible locations. Estimate the time for the bullet to fly for five to six seconds.

The gunner needs a large-caliber rifle, and if it were me, I would choose a rifle of the M40-A6 modification, plus an Ultra M3A scope, I would use a handmade bullet, made of copper alloy lathes, slightly lower ballistics, and quickly slash through the air. ”

Colonel Carlos smiled and showed an appreciative look and said, "Yes, I've seen that Barrett in your hilltop cabin, and I can't put it down. So can anyone really shoot a target from 1,800 yards away?"

David Webb, still holding a telescope, looked at the buildings and said, "On an open battlefield, the world record is 4,000 yards to kill a target, but it's impossible to reach it in the city." If it were me, I would be doing it after the mayor came to the stage, and at this time the goal was static and easy to succeed.

At a mile away, the kinetic energy of the bullet reaches its maximum, which is more powerful than a 44-caliber heavy head bullet, but the challenge comes from the wind, and there must be an indicator between the firing point and the target, so that the speed correction is easy, and changing the angle becomes a triangulation, which is difficult to get the first time without a measuring instrument. ”

Colonel Carlos patted David Webb's shoulder with great satisfaction and said with a smile: "Captain, you really didn't disappoint me, let's catch that dog today and give him a good time." ”

David Webber still didn't look back, just looked at Mayor George Martin and the religious leaders who were walking to the podium, then looked at the wind direction indicator and said eagerly: "Attention, it's now!"

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As David Weber's voice fell, there was a loud bang, and the Middle Eastern religious leader on the podium in the central square of the city instantly fell to the ground, and David Webb felt a sharp pain in his chest, and soon blood gushed out.

David Webb clutched his chest and turned his head to look at Colonel Carlos incredulously.

Colonel Carlos had a pistol pointed at him, it was a golden Desert Shadow, weighing three kilograms, with great lethality, and there was no chance of survival if hit at such a close distance.

A smug and hideous expression appeared on Colonel Carlos's face and said: "Son, it's time for you to dedicate yourself to the country, you are very good, without you, we probably can't do it." ”

Immediately after two more thumping shots, David Webb's consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

I don't know how long later, David Webb woke up again, he had a splitting headache, remembered the hideous face of Colonel Carlos, and did not know that he had fallen victim to some politicians and the army.

“Oh fuck!”

A sharp headache struck again, and David Webb covered his head with his hands and scolded loudly.

Then a memory quickly melted into his mind, drowning his consciousness.

"Luo Feng, I've put up with you for a long time! You don't have to sleep in class, you're still yelling here! Do you still have me as a teacher in your eyes!"

The classroom erupted in laughter.

David Webber looked at the faces around him in shock, and then at an angry middle-aged man in his forties on the podium, and was instantly stunned.

“What the fuck？”

David Webb blurted out and scolded again.

The classroom burst into laughter again, and the middle-aged man on the podium couldn't hold back any longer, pointed at David Webb and scolded loudly: "Luo Feng, do you think your English is very good? This is not an English class! You give me out, immediately, immediately!"

David Webb subconsciously saluted and said, "Yes sir!" Then he consciously walked out of the classroom.

The classroom burst into laughter again, and the middle-aged male teacher's face had already turned into a pig's liver color.

After David Webb walked out of the classroom, he slowly fused his memories and realized that he was reborn, and he was reborn in a sophomore boy named Luo Feng at Shonan University in Baisha City, Xiangnan Province, Huaxia Province.

This Luo Feng played three all-night games in a row, and suddenly died of a heart attack while sitting in the classroom.

"Damn, I actually came to the legendary Huaxia Kingdom and became a student!"

David Webb used Chinese this time, standard Shonan plastic Mandarin. He didn't know anything about Chinese in his previous life, but now that he was reborn and fused with Luo Feng's memory, he instantly comprehended everything about Luo Feng.

"It's awesome, I'm reborn! I'm not dead, I'm not dead!"

David Webb exclaimed excitedly, Huaxia is extremely proficient, and even uses.

Recalling that he had made countless meritorious contributions to the United States, but he didn't expect to be framed, and remembered the extremely proud and hideous look of Colonel Carlos before he died, David Webb's heart rose with incomparable anger.

"I don't want to suffer such a shame and bear such a charge! Carlos, God has reborn me, I must find out the truth of the matter, I must take revenge! From today on, I am a Chinese, and my name is Luo Feng!"