Hugh unleashed the chains of the two Prott dogs and swept his gaze to the multi-million dollar RV resting behind the tent, with surfboards strapped to its roof and a two-wheeled cart attached to the tow hook at the rear of the car, with a powerful one-man jet ski and improvised barbecue equipment.

It is not only a good vehicle for vacation relaxation, but also a good choice to paralyze the target's psychological defense line when performing tasks, just like now: a bonfire party that has ended, the owner leads a pair of lively dogs, bathed in the warm morning sun, enjoying the fun of morning exercise, Hugh is very satisfied with this camouflage effect.

Except for Hugh, no one knew that there was a Russian-made Dragunov SVD sniper rifle equipped with a muffler hidden in the side panel of the RV, with high accuracy, high rate of fire, and an armor-piercing bullet in the magazine was ready, which was enough to penetrate a 10 mm thick steel plate, which was more than enough to deal with the tires of civilian vehicles - even if the tires were missed and missed to the wheels, the strong penetration force could still destroy the physical structure of the tires, causing the normal vehicle to lose control, causing it to roll over or crash into the side of the road.

Hugh looked down at the waterproof and shockproof smart watch produced by Vulcan on his arm, the hands had been fixed at 6:15, Hugh called up the mission newsletter sent by the organization yesterday from the watch: target, age 50, middle-aged male, American real estate developer, has been in frequent contact with American personnel at the dock recently, according to the analysis of the report, it will be driven through the seaside road to the dock at half past six tomorrow morning, stay alive, and bring it back. At the end of the newsletter, there is a photo of the target.

"It's time to get ready" Then he removed the folding dagger from his waist and slashed at the last remaining pork chop on the grill, splitting it in two, and the moment they landed on the beach, the two pieces of minced meat were skewered impartially on the blade with a silver arc.

Hugh's gaze rested on the tip of the knife as he felt a penetrating, burning gaze from the other direction, and, of course, the wheeping and heavy swallowing of saliva, "Happy dining, lads." Hugh Xin threw the blade into the air in front of him, and two pieces of pork chops came out of his blade, gunpowder and projectiles, as the name suggests, like a bullet out of the chamber, swishing away, soaring into the air, one for a dog, feasting on it. Good job, work hard after eating. Hugh stepped forward and stroked lightly.

With the vibration of the watch, a blue text titled "New Mission Briefing" appeared in Hugh's field of vision: the target has entered the mission area, there is no traffic in front of the vehicle, it is expected to arrive in five minutes, and all units are in place.

"As you wish." Hugh smiled slyly, put on his beach sandals, took out the sniper rifle from the side panel of the car, stepped into the RV, opened the windshield of the window, adjusted the height of the folding table next to the window, set up the sniper rifle, aimed it at the coastal road, adjusted the focus of the sniper scope, "120 meters away, bang." Hugh's index finger stayed in the air and made a gesture to pull the trigger.

Hugh opened the refrigerator door, took out a packet of anticoagulant-infused pig blood that he had bought in the market last night, and snapped his fingers crisply, and two Prott dogs appeared behind Hugh.

"Good guys, it's up to you!" Hugh strapped a radio walkie-talkie to his waist under gunpowder, turned and stepped out of the RV and headed for the coastal road.

"Wind speed level 2 and visibility first-class." Hugh muttered to himself with satisfaction.

Coming to the coastal highway, Hugh opened his palm and made a downward gesture to the warhead, the warhead fell to the ground obediently, Hugh used a dagger to cut through the outer packaging of pig's blood, and the scarlet blood fell splatteringly, drenching the bullet and spreading on the road.

And Gunpowder tilted his head to the side, watching all this motionlessly. "Well done, keep it up, listen to my orders." With that, Hugh lit a camel cigarette, took two deep breaths, and turned back to the RV window.

Hugh savored the pleasure of a cigarette as he looked through the crosshair of a sniper rifle scope at the direction of the two Protters.

Two minutes later, the roar of the engine of a Jaguar sedan appeared from far and near the corner of the headland, and Hugh tossed his fingertip cigarette out the window, adjusted his scope, and focused on his target.

With the sound of sudden braking, the jaguar stopped ten meters away from the two Prott dogs, the car door opened, and a short and fat middle-aged man came down, walked up to the gunpowder and bullet to see what was going on: "Who drove so carelessly, hit and killed one, and left one to block the road, or it was all done, **." ”

What a guy without sympathy, Xiu's heart sank, he held his breath, pulled the trigger's finger hard, swished, the bullet carried the anger in Hugh's heart, erupted, and went away, almost instantly, the jaguar's right front tire was shot, and the rapid tire burst scared the middle-aged man, and before he came back to his senses, the walkie-talkie on the warhead's waist sounded, and Hugh's familiar voice came: "Your tire has burst, for your personal safety, I advise you not to try to resist senselessly, or try to escape." ”

The man looked around, and when he finally realized the potential danger, he ran towards the back of the car, trying to open the back box and take out something.

"Up!" Hugh commanded mercilessly.

The warhead, which was lying on the ground, quickly got up and, along with the gunpowder, let out a low roar.

The two Prott hounds immediately galloped towards the man in front of them with a swift momentum.

The bullet pounced on the man's calf, tearing frantically through the thin trousers, and the gunpowder bit the man's palm, tearing in the direction behind him, the two Prott dogs pounced and pulled, the target's center of gravity was unstable, and his back fell heavily on the dry and hard asphalt road, which made him snort in pain, the man tried to struggle to stand up, but the calf had been bitten into a bloody blur, and every time the palm moved, it was bitten tighter, and the pain in the heart hit like a tide, and he let out a wail, and he had completely lost the ability to resist.

Hugh replied to the command center via his watch: "The target has been controlled, stand by in place".

A few seconds later, a new mission message arrived: "Roger, intercepted vehicle is on the road, will arrive immediately".

Hugh put away his sniper rifle, walked to the scene of the incident, looked down at the target at his feet, and let out a sad regret: "If you don't listen to good people, you will suffer in front of you, and if you don't struggle, there will be nothing left, hey, it's all fate."

The man in front of him, his trousers have been torn into strips of cloth, stained with blood, and bright red blood dotted the road, just like the abstract oil paintings of the famous European painter Kandinsky in the Renaissance era. One finger has been bitten to the point of separation, half of the muscle is picked out, and the bare phalanges are visible.

As soon as the words fell, a black van stopped in the opposite lane next to the jaguar, and two masked soldiers in black body armor and AN94 assault rifles got out of the car and walked towards the jaguar.

With a crisp snap of the fingers, "Call it a day." Hugh ordered the two Prote, and the bullet and gunpowder quickly loosened the prey in the mouth, and returned to Hugh's side respectfully.

"Good work, guys," Hugh said with his index and middle fingers raised, moving to the center of his eyebrows, and signaling to the visitor. The two members exchanged glances, nodded slightly, put a black cloth bag on the target's head, and slammed the butt of the gun steadily and accurately towards the target's forehead, and the target passed out.

The two lifted their target's head and feet, moved into the van, and drove away.

Hugh looked at the departing vehicles, gave a standard military salute, patted the head of the warhead next to him, "Let's go, boys, stew some good meat at noon, and reward you."

Hugh returned to the RV, cleaned the grounds, and drove away.