lcionline Chapter 289 Aren’t you dead?
Chapter 289 Aren’t you dead?
Two days later.
A certain base.
A man with white hair and a bald head, wearing a hat and sunglasses, is standing on the top of the tower.
Black Organization member: Cohen.
In front of him was a huge lake.
In the distance, in the middle of the lake, a small boat gently sways on the surface.
The boatman sat at the stern, while an old man sat at the bow, quietly fishing.
He looks like an ordinary retired old man.
However, the white luxury car parked on the lake shore further highlighted the old man's extraordinary status.
If Uncle Jules were on that ship, how wonderful it would be...
"call……"
Cohen took a deep breath, raised his sniper rifle, and aimed the crosshair at the old man's temple.
boom!
The trigger was pulled, and the old man in the video swayed before finally falling into the water.
Fortunately, Uncle Jules wasn't on that ship...
As the old man died, the surrounding scene instantly went dark, leaving only the large screens arranged in a circle.
After all, this is a base, and what we see here is just a panoramic projection for the organization's snipers.
"Good job!"
On the platform next to the tower, Chianti put down his binoculars and spoke to Cohen.
Cohen didn't reply, he just pulled his hat brim down a little.
Pretending to be an expert without speaking is an essential skill for any sniper.
Although he was simply not very good at speaking.
"Then it's my turn next."
Chianti spoke with some excitement, raising his sniper rifle, and the panoramic screen lit up again.
Although the setting has changed slightly this time, the tasks are the same.
Just snipe it and you're done.
boom!
Chianti fired a shot, which then accurately struck the politician sitting on the train.
"600 mph, okay, the next gear is 650 mph, Cohen, can you handle that?"
The scene changed again, and Chianti put down his gun and smiled at Cohen.
Cohen raised his gun and nodded, the crosshair in the scope already pre-aimed at the target.
Yes, it will happen.
boom!
Bullets fired.
However, the next second Cohen frowned.
His bullet veered off course and struck the right side of the target's seat.
"..."
Cohen put the gun down and awkwardly adjusted the brim of his hat.
I think I shouldn't have made such boastful remarks just now.
It's a bit embarrassing.
"Haha, you can't do it either."
"It seems the title of the organization's number one sniper is now mine."
Chianti shouted excitedly and eagerly raised his sniper rifle.
Although Chianti said he was the number one sniper, it would be more accurate to say he was number two.
After all, Gin is currently the most skilled sniper in the organization.
However, Gin is not a sniper, so it's not unreasonable for Chianti to want the title.
boom!
Pull the trigger.
If Cohen's gun had a slightly rightward trajectory, then Chianti's gun had a slightly leftward trajectory.
The bullet hit a bucket of popcorn on the table to the left of the target.
"Tsk, it must be a problem with the gun."
Chianti glanced at the gun with some impatience, forcing himself to find an excuse.
The gun is no good, the handling is bad, and there's shit in my eyes.
Any reason will do, it's definitely not because of my own lack of skill.
"..."
Cohen didn't speak, but simply nodded in agreement.
But both he and Chianti knew in their hearts that 600 yards was their limit.
Just as the two were preparing to try the 50-yard barrier again, several footsteps came from the entrance.
The two turned their heads and, as the footsteps grew closer, they saw Gin walking at the front and... Qi Ming.
"Madera?!"
Chianti exclaimed in surprise. As the platform gradually descended, Chianti couldn't wait to come to Qi Ming and look him over.
Cohen stared blankly at Qi Ming's position, unconsciously taking two steps back.
What, what's going on?
Could it be that our organization has mastered the technique of summoning spirits?
Qi Ming was just about to say hello when Chianti said something directly the next second:
"Didn't you die in self-defense?"
"what??"
Qi Ming's eyes widened instantly.
I haven't been back to the base for a long time, so there should be some kind of comeback storyline.
What the hell did this delinquent girl say?
Did I die?
The sensitive words are being blocked! Someone come and help!
Chianti realized she had been too evasive and looked at Gin, saying:
"Gin, didn't you say last time that Madeira was killed by the Self-Defense Forces? What happened this time?"
"..."
"what?"
Compared to the shocked Chianti, Vodka, who was following behind Qi Ming and Gin, was somewhat confused.
When did my brother say that Madeira was dead?
How come he doesn't know?
Gin lit a cigarette and explained.
"As you can see, Madeira is not dead. Saying he is dead is just a smokescreen I put out to find spies."
Upon hearing this, Chianti immediately became angry.
What do you mean?
We've done so much for the organization, and you still don't trust us?
Upon hearing this, Vodka immediately turned his head away, trying to hide the slightly moist look in his eyes behind his sunglasses.
So that's how it is! I thought my older brother was hiding it from me, but it turns out it's because he trusts me!
It is truly my good fortune to have met such a wise ruler!
Although Vodka was very moved.
But the truth is that Vodka was right next to Gin at the time, and even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't.
Seeing that Chianti looked indignant and wanted to say something more, Gin impatiently changed the subject.
"Alright, Chianti, Cohen, what's your current skill level?"
Chianti clicked his tongue in annoyance and then responded.
"Code 644."
"..."
Cohen turned his head away somewhat awkwardly.
My companion knows how to round up.
Gin nodded in satisfaction.
This distance is already quite good; we can have them keep a distance to provide cover and ensure safety.
"The Twin Towers in Nishitama City are planned for the day after tomorrow."
Chianti was taken aback upon hearing this, then became somewhat excited:
"Hey, finally you have a plan! Who are you going to attack this time?"
Gin flicked his cigarette ash and said:
"You are responsible for clearing out any FBI or police personnel who might obstruct your work."
After saying that, Gin paused, then continued:
"Then today and tomorrow, Madeira will be your training instructor."