Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 42 Sniper kill Lucius Septimius!
  "Are you kidding me that you would be crowded like this?"

Sean was a little surprised. Sal had been doing this population business in Baghdad for who knows how long. He had already formed his own industrial chain, and it was obvious that there was someone behind it. Under such circumstances, he would be so troubled by others. How much Some are unbelievable.

Sal on the other end of the phone gave a bitter smile: "The other party is a local gang. Although I have someone who knows the truth, if I ask them to touch them, my position as the leader will be over. So I want to ask you to take action."

"Who is the other party?"

"Two-headed snake!"

Thrall's tone was cruel: "Lucius Septimius is not satisfied with the status quo. He wants to get involved in the population business and replace me. I hope you can help me kill him!"

Hearing this, Sean frowned tightly. If he remembered correctly, this two-headed snake gang seemed to have had a problem with him. He even robbed one of their broken pickup trucks.

After thinking about it, Sean said, "Okay, I will help you get rid of their leader Lucius. How much is the commission?"

Sal on the other side was silent for a moment and said, "How about two hundred thousand US dollars? I will provide you with the approximate location of the opponent and their defense situation!"

"Fake Squid!"

Sean didn't even think about it and cursed loudly: "Damn Sal, Lucius Septimius, member of the Iraqi National Assembly, you tell me now that he is worth two hundred thousand dollars? Do you think I'm a kid?" ?"

Sal said in an urgent tone: "No, no, no, Sean, my friend, don't be angry. The most I can give you now is half a million US dollars. Half a million dollars to buy his life, I think it should be enough."

Sean then calmed down: "I told you earlier, we are friends, and friends should solve each other's problems. Don't worry, Sal, you can send the other party's information to my email later. You will hear from him in two days at most." News of his death!"

After hanging up the phone, Sean called Simon over. After the other party pushed the door open and walked in, he didn't waste any words and got straight to the point.

"Simon, there is an assassination mission, and I want you to do it."

Simon was stunned and said: "Who to kill?"

Sean has long been accustomed to Simon's reticence. This guy always has a low sense of presence, and people will subconsciously ignore him.

"The National Assembly of Iraq, Lucius Septimius!"

Sean said: "This is a separate mission. If it is completed successfully, you can get one hundred thousand US dollars, but it must be done cleanly. I don't want any subsequent trouble to come to my door."

"it is good!"

There is no unnecessary nonsense. This sniper brought back by Sean for a thousand dollars has always remained taciturn, but he can always make people subconsciously trust him, and he can always complete the mission without any compromise. Facts have proved that The other party's ability cannot be measured by a thousand dollars.

It's ironic when I think about it. One thousand US dollars, oh no, Sean didn't seem to have spent one thousand US dollars, and he made a lot of money from it. Now it can bring another half million US dollars in profits. If Sal You know, you'll probably be so angry that you'll vomit blood, right?
  But it's useless to say more. For people like Sal, he may not dare to use the guys from SBS, and he doesn't really need them. In the end, they still have to be sold. After receiving Lucius’ message from Sal, Sean sent it to Simon, who set off that night with his M24 sniper rifle.

Fortunately, the information sent by Sal was comprehensive enough, including the other party's current address, the number of people deployed, and even clear enough photos, all marked.

With such detailed intelligence information, he only needs to first arrive at the designated location to check out the points, determine the assassination plan, set up sniper points and evacuation routes, and then squat and lurk, waiting quietly for the target to come to his door.

If there is no such detailed information, then he not only needs to carry out the above steps, but also needs to investigate the specific location of the target, daily habits, when and where he will go, what he does, etc., etc., which is very troublesome.

After a round of site investigation, Simon finally chose a six-story building. There were several shorter residential buildings next to this building. From the top of the building, a private luxury villa 960 meters away could be clearly seen.

Although the general effective range of the M24 is 1000 meters, there are cases of successful shooting exceeding meters.

The effective range refers to the maximum range of the gun while ensuring sufficient accuracy. The effective killing range, beyond this effective range, its accuracy will be greatly reduced, making it difficult to kill the target.

This is a reference data, and excellent snipers can often break this data. It just so happens that Simon is a good enough sniper, and he is confident enough to accurately send the bullet into the heart of the target!

The next day, early in the morning, Simon chewed a piece of gum in his mouth, and through the sniper scope, he saw that there seemed to be some changes in the private villa.

I saw a luxury motorcade driving in the distance and parked outside the villa. Then a group of guys in black suits came out of the villa gate and stood guard outside. They cooperated with the bodyguards who came down from the motorcade to surround the place three floors inside and three outside. Only then did he see a well-dressed guy coming out, with oily hair and meticulously combed hair, and he looked like a well-dressed beast.

Through the sniper scope, Simon instantly recognized this guy as the target of his mission.

Lucius Septimius!
  For a moment, Simon was like a king cobra that had seen its prey, ready to attack.

Seeing Lucius preparing to get into the car, Simon's eyes were sharp and he silently felt the wind direction, wind speed, humidity, judged the distance, adjusted the zero elements, and put his finger on the trigger.

Bang!
  Lucius, who was about to enter the car, suddenly paused. His eyes widened and his pupils were dilated. His face still maintained the same expression as before, and a blood arrow shot out from his heart!
  Pfft!
  Lucius's body fell to the ground with a thud,
  "Sniper!"

Seeing Lucius's body collapse, the group of bodyguards instantly exploded.

After pulling the trigger, the moment he saw the target lying softly on the ground through the sniper scope, Simon turned around and left, leaving behind the M24 sniper rifle that had been used for some time.

The people on the other side will soon be able to find this place by following the direction of the gunshots, and the nearby military and police will definitely come, and martial law will definitely be enforced by then. He must now go downstairs as quickly as possible and escape.

Simon quickly changed his outfit as he went downstairs, and he soon transformed. When he came out of the building, he had turned into a middle-aged uncle with sunken eyes, a beard, an average build, dark skin, and wearing civilian clothes. As long as he didn't speak. Talking, or checking too carefully, there is basically no possibility of exposure.

For a special forces soldier, camouflage is definitely one of the required courses, especially for snipers. Almost all special forces in the world will hire a professional makeup teacher. Superb makeup technology not only allows soldiers to better camouflage, lurk and conduct reconnaissance. Information can also enable soldiers to better evacuate the scene after completing the mission. In short, this is an essential skill.

(End of this chapter)