The ghost finished his observation, turned away, and returned to his temporary quarters. He opened the fridge, took out half a bucket of milk, and drank it in large gulps. Such a long period of squatting and observation is also very physically demanding. And usually at this time, he will supplement some liquid food. He took two deep breaths before turning and walking to the wall.

A detailed map of the hospital's surroundings was pasted on the wall, and photos of Lin Rui and four others were also posted on the wall. The ghost picked up a ruler again, calculating the distance precisely according to the proportions. To carry out a successful assassination, he usually needs to make multiple calculations, taking into account all the possible scenarios. After much deliberation, the ghost put down the pen in his hand, turned around and opened his laptop, and booked tickets and tickets on the Internet.

He has a habit of leaving the country where the incident took place on the day of the operation. So a lot of things will be predetermined and leak-proof. It is with this almost paranoid delicacy and caution that the ghost is never caught. The ghost took out the gun magazine, checked the weapon and bullets, and wiped it again.

After all this was done, the ghost sent an email through the computer, "Friday, get the remaining funds ready." "A few words have already decided all his actions.

And Hughes was relieved when he received the email. Anyway, the ghost has decided to do it again. And this time, whether he succeeds or not, he will walk away and never see himself again. This is also good news for Hughes, at least to minimize his exposure. Hughes silently deleted the email and smiled.

Lin Rui and the others still seemed to be in the dark, they were still guarding Jiang'an in the hospital and did not leave. And there are a lot of guards and agents around him, and it seems to be very safe. But Lin Rui knew that the silent killer was already staring at him.

Everything was as usual, the routes patrolled by the guards and the timing of the shifts. The ghost climbed onto the elevator used to wipe the glass in the opposite building, expertly assembling the firearm, and then aimed at the opposite ward. With the assistance of low-light night vision, it is able to see the opposite window very well.

This kind of low-light night vision device is to use the low-brightness of the night light reflected by the target at night, such as night skylight, stars, moonlight, atmospheric glow, and other natural light, to enhance and amplify it to hundreds of thousands of times, so as to achieve a suitable for reconnaissance, observation, aiming and other battlefield operations at night with the naked eye. As long as there is a little bit of light, you can see it clearly.

The ghost breathed slowly, and as a sniper he knew exactly how to adjust himself to the best. Everything is ready, all that remains is to wait until the window is opened. Sure enough, the opposite window opened, and it was opened by a special forces member in a black combat uniform. It was clearly visible in the scope, but he was not the target of the ghost. He also wouldn't waste time on such insignificant guards, he was targeting others.

To the ghost's surprise, the men were all sitting on the couch defenselessly, seemingly still talking casually. Perhaps they don't think that such a fortuitous omission will lead to their deaths. The ghost suppressed the bloodthirsty ecstasy in his heart and fine-tuned the muzzle of the gun. Every time he shoots, when the opponent's blood splashes, it is the moment he is most excited. He even thinks that that is the whole meaning of his existence, and that only by depriving a person of his life will he feel completely satisfied.

Blood and death, both in the moment of the gunshot, become an eternal beauty. It is only at such times that the ghost feels truly alive and feels truly fulfilled and confident. It's like an artist who finally finishes his most beautiful work. It's nothing more than blood and life.

The ghost didn't hesitate to shoot, "Bang!" but instead of blooming, the blood he was expecting turned into a burst of shattering. That's right, it's shattered, like everything was shattered by this shot. Everything in the opposite window was shattered by this shot, accompanied by countless ping-pong glass breaking sounds.

This made the ghost feel a kind of trepidation that he had never felt before, and he suddenly felt that he had suddenly transformed from a confident ace killer into the child who had been discriminated again, pale, cowardly, and a little frightened helpless.

He suddenly realized the danger, and it was a ruse! He hit a mirror, and all the people he saw were actually reflections in the mirror. Those men were simply sitting in the corner where he was shooting. The shot he was going to kill just now shattered only a mirror.

"Fooled!" the ghost immediately realized the danger, and without hesitation, he immediately turned around and hung the lock around his waist on a nylon rope, and quickly roped down from the building. He moves very fast, and he is confident, even if he misses. There is also plenty of disengagement time. He descended from the building extremely fast, and he was already downstairs in tens of seconds.

Then he quickly ran to the car that he had hidden at the intersection in advance, and what made him feel a little relieved was that the car was still in place. He quickly rushed over, opened the trunk and threw the weapon inside. However, just as he was about to look up, the top lid of the trunk of the car suddenly slammed heavily on the back of his head. The ghost felt a pair of arms and grabbed him mercilessly, and then he heard two terrifying sounds, which were the sound of his arms being broken.

He didn't have time to turn back, but he knew that someone had picked up a wrench in the trunk and smashed both of his arms.

The opponent's technique is unusually ruthless, and the heavy wrench breaks the arm as if he is playing. The ghost tried to scream, but he couldn't, because he felt a dizziness in the back of his head, and he lost consciousness completely. Zhao Jianfei stood behind the car, calmly dropped the wrench, and then stuffed the ghost into the car. Then Zhao Jianfei turned around and got into the car and drove away.

A few minutes later, agents of the Russian Federation and a large number of members of the special forces arrived here.

"Damn! let this damn ghost run away!" Borteka yelled, "don't let this damn escape, block off the nearby streets immediately." Call for helicopter support, and everyone will chase me at once!"

"You go back to the hospital with me and watch the mercenaries in case you fall for the other party's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain. Bordeka said in a deep voice to a few elite agents around him, "You go, contact the elite troops of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." In any case, the ghost must be captured. ”

At this time, Lin Rui was sitting in the hospital room, looking at the mirror glass all over the floor, and smiling slightly.

(End of chapter)