Since the event is held in the open air, there is a chance to perform the assassination. There are two options for stabbing, one is close-range, using a revolver or even a grenade. The main advantage of this approach is that the success rate is high. One hit missed, and there was still time to replenish the gun.

But the disadvantages of this are also very obvious. That is, if you want to shoot and stab in an environment with so many people, and get out of the way, the possibility is quite small.

"There's going to be a lot of cops in the room, and while they don't do a body search to check what everybody is carrying, you can bring two revolvers. But after the shooting, you want to run away in a place with so many cops, I think it's too unlikely. Even if you don't get it right, you'll implicate me. Therefore, there is no need to think about the plan of stabbing at close range. Mr. Pierdouer was the first to reject the proposal.

"If not, what's the solution?" Martin asked.

"I heard you're good marksmanship?" Pierdour asked.

"It's okay." Martin replied.

"If you have a good gun, a good gun that uses smokeless propellants, how far can you hit the target?" Pierdour asked.

The so-called good guns that use smokeless propellant naturally refer to the new rifles of the French. It is said that because of the high cost of smokeless propellant, even the French Army is not universally equipped with this rifle, and only a small number of elite chasseurs are almost equipped with this kind of thing.

However, in the civilian rifle market, as long as you are willing to pay, you can buy this thing, but the price is quite high. Before the war in North America was over, Martin saw one such rifle from his comrades. That comrade-in-arms was a rich man, and his family had hundreds of black slaves, so his things were the best. Compared to regular rifles, the caliber of this rifle is much smaller. It's only about a little over 0.3 inches. The caliber is small, and the bullet is naturally smaller. However, because the propellant is more powerful, the effective range of this gun far exceeds that of ordinary rifles, and in the hands of some masters, it can even shoot at targets three or four hundred meters away quite accurately.

Martin, who liked to play with guns at the time, also asked about the price, and then forced himself to forget about it. But now that Pidur mentioned it, Martin immediately remembered the rifle.

"You're talking about Chris shotguns? Ah, that's a good thing, it's just too expensive. A Chris shotgun can buy twenty ordinary shotguns, and if it is a collector's edition with an ivory handle, it will be even more expensive. And what's worse is that the bullets are expensive. Each bullet is enough to buy twenty ordinary bullets. Bullets are consumables, not rich people, who can afford to play? Martin said.

"Well, it's a little more expensive, but it's a good gun. Indeed, only those who have the money can afford to play. I mean, if I have one such rifle, at a distance of three hundred meters, are you sure to hit the target? ”

"I don't know, I haven't used this thing. But most not. You know that no matter how good a gunner is, if you use an unfamiliar gun, you can't shoot well. Martin replied.

"Well, anyway, according to the news, there will be some time. Well, I'll lend you the gun these days, and you go and practice yourself. Bullets are charged at market price. ”

"Then I'd rather go for a close-up assassination." Martin said.

"Hell, isn't your life worth the price of a few bullets?" Pierdour Dao.

"I'm poor now, and the lives of the poor are worthless!" Martin replied without hesitation.

"What the hell! How do I ...... Well, I'll give you a six-fold discount. ”

"Three folds!"

"Then go and assassinate at close range! Well, do you want me to help you prepare the poison for suicide? ”

"Why don't you fold around, okay?"

"Fifty percent off at most, and I'll follow you and watch you fight - or what if you make a false account and sell my bullets on the black market?"

"How can you be so suspicious of me, the basic trust between people!"

"Don't talk about trust, talking about trust hurts money! If you're willing to pay the original price for the bullet, I promise to trust you! ”

In the days that followed, Pierdour took Martin to hunt in the woods on the outskirts, where he practiced his guns. To say that Martin's marksmanship foundation is indeed very good, he has only used more than ten rounds of bullets, and he can already hit long-range targets quite accurately. So three days later, Martin offered to Pidur that he felt that the training was almost over, and that the rest should be familiarized with the empty guns - the damn bullets were too expensive, even if it was a 50% discount.

"It's a legendary silver bullet used to fight vampires." Martin said.

Then there are a few days to go, which is to go to Harvard University to step on the plate and get familiar with the environment.

After another week, I finally saw the news in the newspaper that Professor Boblon had arrived in Boston this morning and would be speaking to Harvard students on the Harvard University stadium the day after tomorrow.

Martin hastened to study the situation with Pidur.

Pier spread out a map on the table—a map they had drawn from their own memory, not particularly accurate, but mostly usable.

You see, this is the stadium, and the rostrum is in this direction. I suspect that our goal will be on the podium by then. As for the identification of the target, well, the last time we were in Newton, we had already seen him once, but it was far away, and he quickly went into the house. Well, if he was on the podium, would you recognize him?

"No problem, his size is not easy to mistake. And his shoulders are high and low on one side, which is also a very obvious feature. Martin said.

"Well, we need a more covert position now that can launch an attack, and after an attack, can quickly retreat." Pierdour said.

"You see, this is a warehouse for sporting goods at Harvard, and I usually store some sporting goods. There are usually no people in this place, and it is estimated that there will be no one at this time. You get there in the evening of the first day, open the door, and hide inside. Because the playground was occupied the next morning, there was no need to worry about people coming here. "As soon as you shoot, you drop your gun, you come out of here, and you turn down this road, and I'll leave you a horse here." You get on your horse there and leave in this direction on your horse - these days, as far as we can see, there are the least policemen in this direction. Then you go all the way north, to the forest where we practiced our guns, where I greeted you, prepared another horse for you, and then we turned east, all the way to the sea, where a boat was waiting for us. ”

Obviously, Pidur's arrangement was quite thorough, and Martin thought about it, and there were no loopholes, so he nodded and said, "Thank you, you are such a good person." ”

Although Pidur was very picky, he did a great help.

The next evening, Martin packed Pierdur's rifle in a cello case and pretended to be a college student and went to the side of the sports goods warehouse near the sports field. Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, Martin easily unlocked the padlock on the storeroom door with a set of prepared tools. Then he went into the storeroom, opened the window again, came out of it, locked the door again from the outside, and went in through the window again, and closed the window, so that from the outside there was no sign that anyone had entered the storeroom.

Martin fed mosquitoes in the warehouse overnight, and dozens of bags were bitten out of his body. Even the eyelids were bitten with a bag, which was painful and itchy.

But after the sun came out, things got a lot better. There are many stupid mosquitoes that suck too much blood at night, their bellies bulge, and they can barely fly, and they are panting on the wall one by one. Martin slapped it with the pleasure of revenge, and soon his hands were covered with his own blood.

The mosquitoes were killed, and people began to move on the playing field, and Martin quickly hid himself, only quietly observing the sports field from behind the curtains.

Gradually, there were more students, and gradually people were seated on the podium, and Martin stared at the podium closely. After a while, there were more people, but Fafnir still did not appear. Martin was worried that this guy wouldn't come, because if he did, he would be bitten by mosquitoes in vain.

After a while, maybe a century, Martin finally saw a tall guy with one shoulder high and one shoulder low coming up to the podium and sitting down behind a table.

"Here, it's him!" Martin suppressed his excitement and gently picked up the gun. The bullets were loaded, but Pierdour only gave him one.

"You're not going to have time to load a second bullet. If you miss the first shot, you don't stand a chance. So don't waste time, after firing a shot, whether you hit it or not, immediately turn around and run, don't hesitate. ”

Because there was only one chance to shoot, Martin was a little nervous, and it was probably less than two hundred meters from the warehouse to the rostrum, and at this distance, Martin was actually quite sure. So he calmed down a little, and while aiming, he said with a chanting in his mouth: "Lord, you are my fortress......"

It took about four or five minutes for Martin to aim, during which time his breathing and heartbeat gradually calmed down, and even became a little sluggish. He finally got his aim right, and the shots rang out.

The bullet hit Fafnier directly in the chest. At first, Martin wanted to aim for his head, but to be on the safe side, he chose to target a larger chest. After all, as long as it hits the chest, the chance of not dying is very small at the level of medicine in this era.

Fafnir was shot, and he reached out and grabbed it in the air, as if trying to grasp something, and then fell. But Martin didn't have time to look at this, he dropped the gun in his hand, opened the window on the other side, and jumped out at once. And he ran along the predetermined route.