Tang Puchuan's passionate speech, the sailors cheered heartily, and the paparazzi reporter team frantically touted, as if he was the leader of a harmonious society. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Lin Feng began to calibrate his crosshairs, feeling the wind speed and humidity in Beach City, and the sniper distance of three hundred meters was as simple as drinking porridge for a professional sniper.

However, his assassination is different from the average turtle killer, he wants to be an upstart in the killer world, a new way of killing, and an accident without a trace!

He adjusted his crosshairs, and Tang Puchuan's big head kept swaying in the middle of his speech, and he was waiting for the best angle to appear.

Calm down, calm.

Boom!

The muffled sound of the muffler sounded, and the recoil of the modified 'Barrett Sniper Rifle' was transmitted to his arm, and the solid carbon dioxide bullet burst out of the chamber and sped down the barrel.

Lin Feng paid close attention to the trajectory of the bullet, the distance of three hundred meters did not have a particularly big impact on his eyesight, even if the speed of the bullet was very fast, the advantage of high comprehensive quality was reflected.

When the bullet was five meters close to Tang Puchuan's head, it split in two, and the small part of the front section continued to fly, and the second half vaporized in an instant, disappearing into the air and becoming invisible.

"Boom ......"

Tang Puchuan's Jiang speech stopped abruptly, and he fell to the ground with a bang, and the makeshift campaign table was smashed, and he only felt a roar in his ears, his vision fell into darkness, and his thinking was cut off.

Punad and the reformer's bodyguards stepped forward to help him up, and he didn't move when he touched his nose.

However, Tang Puchuan did not have any scars on his body, as if he had died suddenly of cerebrovascular disease, and the sailors in the audience screamed, they saw the abnormality from the faces of the bodyguards, no one wanted to stay in a place where there were dead people, even if they were distressed that they had not paid their salaries as a navy.

The crowd dispersed, and the hustle and bustle of the previous moment became silent.

There was a fluctuation in space, the modified version of the 'Barrett Sniper Rifle' disappeared into invisibility, Lin Feng got out of the 'Beach City Hotel', returned to the toilet where he urinated, took off his disguise, and walked to the front of the stage holding his stomach, spending a total of four minutes and twenty-five seconds, he needed to confirm whether Tang Puchuan was really dead.

But he knew that there was a gunman lurking in the wooden building next to him, and he moved his steps carefully, trying to put himself in the corner of the gunman with each step, although he changed back to his own face, he was afraid of what if the gunman went off.

Lin Feng squatted next to a strong man who had reformed himself, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with Mr. Tang Puchuan? Call 120 and send him to the hospital, at such an old age, he is tired and unconscious." ”

Punad glared back with a bad face, and shouted: "Shut up!" But isn't it, Mr. Tang Puchuan, the core figure of the whole team and the cash cow, hung up, and the loss was too great.

Punad is not saddened by Tang Puchuan's death, he is the master planner of this campaign, which is undoubtedly a failed plan for him, and if he is named a disaster star, he will lose everything.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled gunshot, Lin Feng's keen hearing detected the gunshot, the gunfire came from the five-story wooden building, the gunman was in charge, could it be that the previous guess was wrong, the opposite direction of that guy was Punad.

Punad collapsed in response, his head exploded under the huge kinetic energy of the sniper bullet, and he really lost everything, including life.

Half of the bodyguards of the reformers were divided and chased after the gunman, Tang Puchuan's sudden death made them lose their employers, and the only one who could pay their wages was killed.

The gunman slowly put away his gun, grinning and raising his middle finger again at the 'Beach City Hotel' opposite, Lin Feng disappeared from his sight, but the gunman believed that Lin Feng could see his movements.

The five reformed bodyguards arrived at the wooden building and began to climb the stairs, the gunman jumped directly from the stairs, but his face didn't seem to be very good, he was extremely depressed, his goal was the same as Lin Feng's, it was Tang Puchuan, although it looked like Tang Puchuan died suddenly, but the sensitive gunman never thought so, it must be the damned peer who killed him first.

The cause of Punad's death is very painful, the gunman lost the first target, and in anger he had to take the second place in the identity, he is a principled killer in the industry, and he will inevitably see blood when he takes the task, if Punad knows it, I don't know what it will be like to cry.

Without the threat of the gunman, Lin Feng could finally stand up naturally, and the bloody Punad next to him was ignored by him, or he didn't want to open his eyes, it was too disgusting.

There were some small friction marks on the ear hole on Tang Puchuan's right side, and the angle of his sniper was very tricky, and the bullet directly damaged the brain tissue along the ear hole, resulting in the death of the other party.

The first time I killed with a sniper rifle, it was successful.

What he has to do now is to slip away, otherwise he will stay for a long time as an ordinary person, I am afraid that it will cause unnecessary trouble.

After Lin Feng appeared from the toilet, he confirmed the traces of Tang Puchuan's ear piercing for less than a minute, and his previous state also pretended to be sluggish, he pretended to be frightened and took a few steps back, turned around and ran.

The remaining five reformed bodyguards did not pursue, in their eyes, the so-called 'big stomach king' was just a clown who was grandstanding, and what they cared about was whether Tang Puchuan's corpse could be exchanged for some wages.

Lin Feng booked a ticket for the suspension train from Miami to Shangjing for half an hour on his mobile phone, and took a taxi to Miami Station non-stop.

This time he learned smartly, there are more than two million star coins in the account of the Interstellar Bank, and he naturally needs a luxurious private room to take a car, although the money is spent a little more, as a rich man, this is not a thing!

The important thing is to be able to enjoy the comprehensive quality improvement brought by the task reward in peace, and there is no need to worry about a little girl suddenly lifting his hat.

After getting in the car, Lin Feng habitually turned on the holographic projection TV in the luxury private room, the channel was naturally Miami TV, and the local TV station was the most likely to broadcast the news of Tang Puchuan's death in the first time, Tang Puchuan was more or less a Miami celebrity, and of course there was the news of the unlucky Punade.

Lin Feng was in a very good mood, not only successfully completed the task, but also had a little joy in eliminating harm for the people, and his whole face was filled with joy.

At the same time, he tasted the thrill of sniping the target with a sniper rifle, simple, brutal!

It is infinitely easier to set up the Milo card effect than the brain-wrenching layout, as if this is the orthodox tool of man killing, and the bullets are speeding in the low roar of the muffler, taking away the life of the living evil, the trial of the 'assassination system'.

Lin Feng scratched his head, he always felt that something was wrong, killing people without leaving a trace, this was the haze in his heart, or the 'assassination system' was despicable and shameless.

It feels good, though!