"It's a bit long at night, so replenish some energy first..."

Gao Jun, who was an observer, laboriously took out a DBar chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Peter.

Peter took the chocolate, rolled over, and as soon as he put DBar in his mouth, his whole face turned green in an instant, and he retched as he lay on the edge of the water tower.

Gao Jun rested his head on the corner of the water tower, not thinking it was strange.

This DBar is a famous chocolate during World War II, and the main thing is that it is unpalatable!

But there is the energy that soldiers need, and in World War II American snipers, this chocolate is a must-have supplement.

Gao Jun looked at the other DBar in his hand, shivered, silently stuffed back into his pocket, ripped off his clothes, lay on the edge of the water tower, pillowed in a stable position, picked up the telescope and stared carefully into the distance.

…

"BOOS, SOMEONE'S COMING."

Gao Jun, who was in a daze, felt that someone pushed him, and he was already in a light sleep, so he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes widened, "Where?" ”

He picked up an 8x30 Zeiss telescope to hide his embarrassment.

"Huh?"

Gao Jun turned the distance and saw that around the entrance of the Iraqi presidential palace, there was a group of soldiers on the inner and outer three floors, wearing masks and weapons in their hands, vigilantly guarding the surroundings, while the group of reporters lined up in a long line and passed through the security guards in turn.

He glanced slowly, and just as he was about to shake his head, an Audi car stopped steadily outside the presidential palace, and a familiar fat man came down from it.

"Alfred!" Gao Jun whispered, "At ten o'clock, the fat man with the Cartier watch is him." ”

Peter is like a cheetah that has been prepared for a long time, with one eye closed and one eye closed, looking through the sniper scope.

He had seen Alfred's photo, and he could see the fat man at a glance, with a bodyguard standing behind him, and a middle-aged man who came out of the presidential palace and hugged Alfred warmly.

"Report wind speed, wind direction, distance..."

Gao Jun endured the pain and plucked his hair, placed it in front of the water tower, and felt the breeze from his fingers.

"Wind direction, south-east, wind speed, level 2, distance 1178 meters!"

Peter hurriedly calibrated his bearings, pointed the "ten" on the sniper scope at Alfrey, and put his finger on the trigger.

…

Alfred held Ludwig affectionately. Mailer's hand, the high-ranking Iraqi official, was his bole, and it was the latter who had dug him out of the pile of dead men so that he could start all over again.

For Ludwig, Alfred had enough respect.

"The matter in Basra has been deadlocked for too long, and there are already many people dissatisfied with you internally..."

"Those rotten maggots should be thrown on the front line." Alfred was still smiling, but his tone was full of calmness, "Don't they know how much an intact Iraq can bring us?" ”

Ludwig shook his head and sighed, "I can't help you for long, I'm stepping down from this position, my body is getting worse and worse, but don't worry, as long as I'm alive, the fools inside will have to pretend to be smart." ”

"Don't worry, the matter in Basra is almost over." Alfred smiled and said, "When the meeting ended, I brought a good bottle of wine from Château Latour, France, and we could have a drink." ”

"Of course." Ludwig replied with a smile, and as the two spoke, he stepped through the door, with Alfred following behind him, half of his body already inside.

Ludwig turned his head as if he had suddenly thought of something, and was about to speak.

Suddenly! Alfred's head exploded right in front of his eyes! The skull was lifted, and there was a vague stiff smile on the corner of his mouth, and the blood splattered all over Ludwig's body, and his heart shrank suddenly, his eyes widened, and his pupils gradually widened...

"Boom!"

Alfred's fat body fell to the ground, and the dull sound that occurred finally pulled out the screams of distraction.

"There's a sniper, Mr. Alfred got shot..."

The black bodyguard shouted in horror, hurriedly picked up half of Alfred's head, and tried to take the other party back with trembling hands, but it was doomed to be in vain, and the only half of the eyes left on Alfred's body stared into the distance...

…

"Target hit, retreat!"

Gao Jun jumped up suddenly, and when he saw that Peter was about to put away his sniper rifle, he hurriedly said, "I don't want this gun." ”

If it had been cleaned up, those military police would have touched it a long time ago.

The two of them quickly ran down the stairs, and on a broken wooden table on the ground floor, Gao Jun prepared two sets of local Iraqi white robes, as well as fake beards and hoods...

For a sniper, disguise or disguise is mandatory.

It's like most of the special forces in the world let the fighters learn ... Makeup!

The main purpose is to survive after completing the mission.

After coming out of the house, the two of them changed, no matter in terms of figure or dress, as long as they didn't speak, people thought they were real Iraqis.

This shows that their technology is still quite mature, and if they were replaced by those bodyguards during the fall of Saddam, I am afraid that they would have been killed by now.

Everywhere on the road can be seen are military policemen running around, and pedestrians are also in a hurry, lest they get into some trouble.

The two of them slipped out of the center in a daze, and when they waited in a small alley with few people, Gao Jun stole a pickup truck and ran away in a hurry...

…

"Bastard! Idiot! Check it out for me, and be sure to catch the assassin! ”

Conrad Adenauer roared angrily at the police chief and army commander in front of him, the scar on his forehead like a hideous dragon, making him a little more ferocious.

"If you can't catch anyone, I'll take you to a court-martial, and I'll send you to God myself!"

Everyone standing below shivered, swallowed their saliva, and hurriedly agreed.

Do they know that this damn boss will do what he says, this guy once joined the 9th Brigade of the German Border Police! After retiring, he applied for Arab citizenship and rose all the way up, directly sitting in the position of the top of the current Baghdad security forces!

After the group left, Conrad Adenauer sat in his chair with a black face, he went to the scene to see the scene of Alfred's death, judging by the bullet, it should be an M24 sniper rifle, and the distance should be more than 1000 meters!

And judging by the sniping part, this is an experienced man in actual combat ... Warrior!

Konrad Adenauer was confident in his own judgment, he was a member of the Communications Reconnaissance Brigade of the Ninth Brigade!

Investigation, counter-investigation, interrogation... It's all his forte.

You know, the Ninth Brigade, known as the "German Jaguar", has always been elite!

The 9th Brigade of the German Border Guard, referred to as GSG-9!

Extremely combative, especially known for its ability to counter hijacking, it has performed many feats on the counter-terrorism front for many years, and is subordinate to the Ministry of the Interior, which is only used in cases of serious kidnappings, murders, hostage-taking, violence, and the protection of state guests and heads of government.

The officers who have retired from it are the targets of recruitment by all countries and forces!

He loves a challenge, so he came to Iraq...

Facing an unknown enemy, he felt the upsurge of blood from his bones.

"I'll catch you!"

Conrad Adenauer murmured coldly.