godfather of business warfare

Chapter 480 Six Layout (5) [Seek]

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For this task, or training, Chen Ming did not refuse.

In fact, since Chen Changsheng had already spoken, and this "Aunt An" was in charge of everything, Mr. Chen had nothing to say, even if he really retreated, he had to do what she said.

After squatting for another hour, Chen Ming finally began to see the figure of the target in the scope.

A middle-aged man, a little bald, swayed at the window for a while, then turned back, but just that moment ago, Chen Ming had already confirmed that it was the target, and the other party was in that room.

So, Chen Ming's scope continued to pan, following the direction and trajectory of the person just now, Mr. Chen continued to search.

It seems to be a cocktail party. There are many people coming and going in the entire sky viewing restaurant, and through the glass window here, you can indeed see a deep place inside, so as long as it is confirmed that this person has appeared, then In theory, Chen Ming could snipe him.

Chen Ming's scope continued to search for faces, and he eliminated them one by one. Finally, a figure suddenly flashed into Chen Ming's scope, and it happened to be that person!

Before he came out, Chen Ming had already been familiar with this person's face many times through photos and videos, so there would be absolutely no mistakes. With Chen Ming's marksmanship, at this distance, as long as he pulled the trigger, the opponent would die!

At such a critical moment, Chen Ming will definitely not hesitate. He knows that the opportunity is fleeting, and just when his life-seeking cross is about to lock onto Sandro's head, suddenly, a sudden change occurs!

Behind Sandro, a woman suddenly came out. This woman had a charming appearance, blond hair and blue eyes, and her brows were slightly frowned. She seemed to have noticed Chen Ming's side. She hurried forward, holding an American m1911a1 pistol, Suddenly, he aimed at Chen Ming who was here!

"Discovered!?"

Chen Ming's face turned pale, but his next realization was not to run away.

Instead, fight!

Before the woman could shoot, Chen Ming pulled the trigger!

"boom!"

A blue light suddenly pierced through the glass, and then fell into Sandro's back. Immediately, Sandro made a muffled sound, and then fell down!

In the next moment, without even thinking about it, Chen Ming dropped the sniper rifle and dodged to the side!

Another crisp sound rang from Chen Ming's ear. A bullet actually pierced through Chen Ming's scope, brushed Chen Ming's cheek, and flew over!

Perfect!

Chen Ming turned pale in surprise, but he didn't dare to think any more. He crawled on his knees, and then quickly crawled. Within a second, he quickly evacuated and disappeared on the roof.

And the woman with the m1911a1 pistol in her hand didn't chase after her anymore. She squatted down and checked Sandro, who was shot by Chen Ming's sniper gun.

"A hole has been pierced in the lung. If the rescue is not timely, you will die." A cold light flashed across the woman's exotic blue eyes.

That Sandro struggled to stretch out his hand, raised it tremblingly, grabbed the woman, and said intermittently: "Save me... save me... save... me... Ann... Morgan..."

Ann Morgan.

A woman from the Morgan family in North America.

The pistol in his hand, the name of the gun, "curtain"!

On the world pistol list, the m10a1911 pistol ranked No.1, this famous gun forged by Samuel Colt, the founder of Colt Company, the pistol he designed was procured by the US government in large quantities. , I kept a pistol that he thought was the most perfect, and named it "ain". Later, Bingham Co., Ltd. of the United States produced a 40-round large-capacity drum, which can be directly inserted into the pistol without changing any parts of the pistol. Colt's descendants seamlessly transferred this technology and transplanted it to this "ain", and then improved and designed the pistol itself. As a result, an m40a1911 with a super large ammunition capacity of 1 rounds The pistol was born, and the Chinese name is "curtain".

This treasure that should have been lying in Jiang Chengyou's study was now held by Ann Morgan, and it pierced through the scope of Chen Ming's light sniper rifle!

Ann Morgan's eyes were pitiful, but she was not a doctor after all, so she could do nothing to help her. She left Sandro, looked at the direction where Chen Ming disappeared, her eyes were soft, she took out her mobile phone, and made a call.

"Sandro is dead."

As soon as the other party connected, Ann Morgan immediately reported.

Standard American pronunciation.

"...Who do you think did it..."

On the phone, a man's voice, somewhat feminine, asked lightly.

"I'm not very clear...but I will send someone to investigate immediately. The other party fled in a hurry and left a set of crime tools at the scene. I believe that as long as any clues are found there, we can find out who it is." Ann Morgan said respectfully in a reporting tone.

"There's no need to check, isn't the result clearly there? Sandro, a member of the Workers' Socialist Party, is dead. Even a fool would suspect that he went to the People's Party. After all, it is an incompatible hostile party..." The other end of the phone The man's tone was contemptuous and serious.

"Do you think it was done by people from the People's Party? Not really... I don't think the People's Party has the guts to do such a bold thing when the general election is down." Ann Morgan snickered, faintly Said.

"Don't worry about the fall of the general election, first check the recent series of actions of the People's Party, who they are closer to, are the fanatics in the Basque Country, or the members of the Northern League...or...then The godfather of Sicily, Italy, who has been meddling in recent years and is prone to fight against injustice...Patrick?"

The man on the phone laughed more and more as he talked, his expression gradually became gloomy and cold. It sounded like he understood something.

"Then...how to..." Ann Morgan was puzzled.

"Catch the shooter first... If it's really one of these people, I can only say that they did a great job. One bullet triggered riots in Catalonia, which is really good... "The man seemed to have more ideas, and Ann Morgan was suspicious for a while, as if he couldn't figure out this man.

The man smiled coldly and continued: "Although it is not clear who did it, I am very interested, whether it is Basque, or the Northern Alliance, or Patrick... In short, this is undoubtedly a declaration of war on Morgan. ,What do you think?"