In the small town of X in the United States, a speech session is being held for the next presidential candidate, Kevin Brown. At this time, there are many people who come to visit, and the pomp and circumstance are unprecedented. The park where the venue was located was densely packed, screams and shouts continued one after another, and everyone was holding a 'Kevin Brown' sign in their hands, as if they were seeing an idol.

Immediately afterwards, under the fluttering American flag, the voice of the host of the organizer came from the stereo:

"It's an honor to introduce you to our town's proudest candidate for president, Kevin Brown. Please welcome him with a round of applause! ”

When the words fell, the warm applause lasted like a wave. At the same time, the guards on the scene are also on alert, and the media cameras and camcorders are also ready to wait for Kevin Brown to take the stage.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Kevin waved to the audience in a pine green suit and walked to the rostrum escorted by bodyguards.

He straightened the microphone on the stage, and in the process of talking, he didn't know that he had been targeted. And the man, who was now aiming a PSG-1 sniper rifle at his head, pressed the trigger when the range was displayed at 500 yards.

Bang - a bullet, passed through his forehead and fell to the rostrum.

That's great! - Chianti was overjoyed.

The panicked screams of the audience were not gone, and the blue sky suddenly turned gray, and the top of the tall building where Chianti was located became a lookout for some machine. Then, all the images disappeared and returned to the organization's base area.

That's right, everything just now is just a naked-eye VR image played by a stereoscopic virtual image machine. It is used to train the snipers of the organization in normal times.

After confirming that he had cleared the level, Chianti looked at Cohen on the lookout next to him and said, "It's your turn next." ”

Cohen was unsociable, and without saying anything, he picked up his love gun, the Remington 700. When the muzzle of the gun was level with the hall, the projectors that surrounded the hall began to operate, radiating the same light into the ceiling and the ground.

Then, the water flowed on the bridge bank, and the scene of a lonely boat boating came into the eyes of the two.

From the high lookout, Cohen saw Kevin Brown on the river fishing with his friends. The cross of the sight was aimed at the back of his head, just in time to show the range of the moment - 550 yards.

Same as Chianti just did. After he pressed the trigger, with the sound of gunshots, Kevin Brown overturned from the boat in the water in the next second, and died with a whimper.

When all the projectors were gone, Cohen and Chianti returned to their base.

Chianti slowly lowered the binoculars and exclaimed, "It's really yours." ”

At this moment, Gin, Vodka, and Glenlevy walked in from outside the hall door with expressionless faces to observe the scene.

Seeing this, Chianti immediately picked up his sniper rifle and aimed it forward. The scene suddenly changes to the bustling night of the United States, and the muzzle of the gun is pointed in the direction of a certain train track, on which Kevin Brown sits on the speeding train.

When the train slowly came to a stop, Kevin Brown put down the newspaper in his hand and looked out the window. Standing still at this moment was the perfect time to snipe, so Chianti didn't hesitate to shoot.

The bullet went into his forehead again, and the glass of the train window shattered into a spider's web.

"Six hundred yards, success!" Chianti excitedly said, "People say Kevin Brown will die three times!" ”

Cohen was naturally not convinced by the current result, so he took over and said: "It's four ......."

This time the scene is on a football field in the United States, Kevin Brown is sitting in a grandstand area watching the ball, and the range of the sight is shown to be 650 yards.

Cohen originally thought that his shot would definitely pass this time. Unexpectedly, when the gunshots rang out, the bullet only hit the back of the seat behind him, and Kevin Brown was unharmed.

"Hahaha. Pity! Chianti looked at the joke and said, "As long as I can pass the test next time, I will win." With that, she excitedly picked up the sniper rifle next to her.

Seeing this, the three of Gin remained silent, not knowing what the outcome of Chianti would be. But the maximum standard range of the PSG-1 sniper rifle itself is only 600 yards, so it can only be said to be a miracle if it can win.

As a result, just as Gin had hoped, Chianti's 650-yard challenge fell short this time.

"Looks like 600 yards is already the limit...... Vodka lamented.

"Really......" Gin looked at Glenlevy next to him with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Perhaps, this PSG-1 sniper rifle will have a miracle with him......"

"Gin, you're not going to let Glenlevy try!" Chianti shouted: "Isn't the task of shooting the councillor this time decided between me and Cohen? ”

Gin smirked, "You don't have to be nervous, Chianti. No one else can take away your job. I just asked Glenlevy to try it out and get a feel for his sniping abilities. After all, he used to be on missions in the United States, and I didn't know much about his abilities. With that added to the potion this time, I wanted to see if he could shoot something within a few hundred yards. ”

"......" Chianti, although unwilling, could only acquiesce to this result. She angrily relinquished her place on the lookout and descended the stairs above.

Glenlevy was dressed like a messenger between heaven and hell, dressed in pure white and wearing a crimson scarf around his neck. His silver hair was unadorned, hanging down and straight. It is so unearthly that it is rare to see in this world, but it makes people feel that he is cold and lonely.

Receiving Gin's instructions, his blood pupils blinked slowly. He walked straight to where Chianti had just been, picked up her raised gun, and pointed it forward.

This time, the view shown is the famous Brook Bridge in New York. The other end of the bridge connects to Lower Manhattan. In the lower city, there are famous Wall Street, Broadway, Water Street, the New World Trade Center, and the New York Stock Exchange.

The target, Kevin Brown, was walking on the Brook Bridge with a briefcase, surrounded by bodyguards on all sides.

After spotting his target, Glenleway closed one eye slightly and slowly aimed his crosshair at the back of Kevin Brown's head. Then, after the system confirms that the range has been reached, it is displayed as 700 yards.

"Seven hundred yards?!" Chianti and Cohen couldn't help but be surprised.

He didn't even challenge the range of six hundred and fifty yards, but directly challenged seven hundred yards, and this overconfident ability was simply slapping their professional snipers in the face.

Toru Amuro, who happened to walk to the door of the hall, saw this scene and didn't feel strange in his heart.

Because these seven hundred yards are more than enough for Glenlevy.

Originally, Glenleyway's ability to hit targets beyond 700 yards was known only to Belmode and Hoshino Satsuki. But since the day Pisk died, he followed Glenlevy to the vicinity of the hotel. Seeing him shoot Gin on his laptop, you know that he is an unusual man.

However, if Gin knew his ability, he would definitely set off a bloody storm.

His heart suddenly became panicked, and he stared closely at the simulated shooting, waiting for the result.

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