The roar of heavy metal makes its way through the city at night. At this time, it was driving along the railroad tracks erected on the river, and the starry sky was quietly sprinkled like a black net, enveloping the river. The dim moonlight echoes the light of the neon lights, and the stars reflect on the water, and you can see the colorful river through the car window.

The man sat alone by the car window and ate his lunch slowly. He put the knife and fork down on the plate, picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth elegantly, then leaned back in a comfortable position and slowly picked up the wine glass full of clear yellow liquid.

The phone vibrates in the pocket. He reached for his phone, glanced at it, and answered it.

"Where?" A deep male voice came from the other end.

Black Sun on the other end of the phone, the founder of the organization, is also the only person in this world that men admire and willingly obey orders.

"Don't worry, it's going according to plan." The man smiled and glanced at his watch, "And ...... Ten minutes and forty-nine seconds. ”

"That's good." Black Sun said on the other side, "Remember, you only have one shot......"

"That's all I need." The man chuckled confidently, "When did you see when I needed a second shot, chief?" ”

"Don't be careless." "Anyway, that man has already taken down six of us—the best six. He's certainly not ordinary, and he deserves to be tackled with all his might. ”

"Don't worry, boss, you know me. It doesn't matter who he is, for me, it only takes one shot. The man interrupted, "If you want me to say that your backup plan is not necessary. Ten more minutes...... Bang, that's all it takes. ”

He hung up the phone and drank the glass of wine slowly, while he grabbed a newspaper from the car and flipped through it. The headline of the newspaper was the news of the "Hero Director", with a photo of Li Shou, the young new director of the Public Security Bureau in Huicheng.

The man smiled silently.

Only dead heroes are the best heroes.

The man finished his drink, put down his glass, and stood up and left his seat, carrying a bag that looked like a golf club behind him.

He is a member of the Black Sun and is codenamed the Crimson Reaper.

This is also a well-known character in the entire killer world, and the name is like thunder. Regardless of the underworld or the white way, many people will not sleep at night even when they hear this name, and when a certain city hears that his whereabouts are haunted, half of the city's high-level people will be panicked.

The reason why he is not good at fighting is that he can be among the top killers in the organization because of nothing else, but because of his superb marksmanship.

He is one of the three strongest snipers in the killer world, and even for Black Sun, he is a hole card character. After all, for the shady profession of a killer, a sniper god who can take people's lives by moving his fingers in a hundred steps is obviously much more terrifying than dancing with a knife and a gun in the front.

And the use of the Scarlet Grim Reaper also indicates that the Black Sun side is completely angered and ready to play for real.

Of course, the Scarlet Reaper, as the main hole card of the Black Sun organization, has also been famous for a long time, and those who have a little bit to do with the industry and know a little will not know about his existence. Naturally, it is impossible for the Huicheng Public Security Bureau not to take into account the situation of the sniper. For this reason, security has also been tightened around the Sheriff's Office building, with experts marking all possible sniper spots in the vicinity and arranging round-the-clock rotating sentry posts at each location.

There is a way that it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and no matter how good the sniper pistol is, he must have a bit of a position to shoot. The director shrank in the public security bureau like a king and didn't come out, and then all the points were stepped on in advance, and no matter how good his marksmanship was, there was no room to play.

In theory, it should be.

But there is one point that experts overlook.

It's the train at the feet of the Crimson Death.

The Ring Train, a very old special line, has almost become a landmark attraction in Hui City. In the early years, a wealthy man funded the establishment in order to benefit the people, and it once became a symbol of hope in the most economically backward and difficult life era in Huicheng, so that people who were struggling in a difficult life knew that there was a chance to become better in the future.

Although it is no longer as important today, it still means a lot to the city. It is precisely because of this meaning that it is specially designed to pass in front of the Sheriff's Building. For a moment, the passengers behind the window were only 800 meters away from the Sheriff's Building, as if they could experience the feeling of being protected up close.

The Scarlet Grim Reaper has arrived on the roof of the car. He is assembling his most handy sniper rifle.

In fact, it cannot be said that the expert miscalculated, because this is a point that ordinary people can hardly think of.

Eight hundred meters away, from a high-speed speeding train, the moment was so short that there was almost no time to aim, and there was only enough opportunity to shoot once.

To complete a sniper under such conditions is not even an idea that a normal person can imagine.

But he's the Crimson Grim Reaper, and he's the best at hitting impossible targets.

It's not time for the Black Day Trailer, but it's what they've planned. The murder notice is just a gimmick, a war letter, to let people see their tough attitude, and to a certain extent save face in the industry that they have been severely hit, but this is enough. They didn't really plan to do it again if they got some of it.

Giving a specific kill time in the trailer gives the illusion of "I'm safe until then".

But the Grim Reaper doesn't come back honestly.

The Scarlet Reaper was half-crouched on the roof of the car, holding his gun in an aiming position.

It was his most handy gun, and the weight of his hand seemed to merge with him. He felt the jolt of the train under him, listening to the rumble echoing in his ears.

Even the vibration of the train seemed to merge with him, and the high-speed storm passing by him was also seared into his mind. He calculated precisely, rehearsed countless times in his mind, and the result of each deduction was a one-hit kill.

He couldn't see the possibility of his mistake.

The last building was left behind by the train, and the target building, the Sheriff's Department building, was exposed to his scope without cover. He held his breath, even his heart beat as if he had stalled, his fingers feeling the drag of the trigger, staring intently at the other side of the scope.

He saw the target. The director of the Public Security Bureau, Li Shou, with coffee in hand, sat at his desk and looked through the papers. Unprepared, unhindered, and completely unconscious for a fraction of a second, the Grim Reaper will swing its scythe.

Gunshots rang out.

However, the Scarlet Reaper finally failed to pull the last trigger in his life.

Someone is faster than him.

Directly across from the Sheriff's Department building, a bullet that was so brutal that it didn't make sense. It directly blasted through the reinforced concrete wall, shattered the glass on a certain desk, penetrated layer after layer of walls, and entered the director's office, almost flying past Li Shou's cheek, shattering the office glass with a "clang", and rushing to the figure on the top of the train 800 meters away with the melody of asking for his life.

The Scarlet Reaper's sniper scope exploded.

The bullet pierced through the scope like an eye, and shot through his eye into his brain. The exaggerated impact wrenched most of his head to shreds, and the whole person fell backwards, like a piece of rotten meat being swept into a storm, tumbling off the roof of the train and falling.

The Sheriff's Office building exploded in an instant, and everyone was in chaos.

Directly opposite the other side of the building, at the sentry post guarding the sniper point on the roof, the security guards in charge of standing guard did not even react.

They only saw one man. A man in a red combat uniform wears some sort of silver high-tech metal helmet on his head, a dark red monocle mounted on his right eye, and some kind of sci-fi barrel mounted on the back of his hand.

From the sheriffs' point of view, they heard only one gunshot, seemingly overhead. Immediately after turning around, they saw with a bewildered look on their faces that the man in red seemed to have suddenly descended from the sky, completely out of nowhere.

Death shooter, the scariest sniper on DC Earth.