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In the crosshairs, the target, surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black, walked out of the house on time and headed to the back seat of the BMW.
Opportunities are fleeting.
He aimed at the abdomen that flashed past between the bodyguards and calmly pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
Through the scope, the target's body suddenly arched, and his abdomen was instantly stained red with blood.
The bodyguards immediately panicked, and some tried to form a human wall with their bodies.
Without pausing, following "Three Shots'" instructions, Ochi moved the muzzle of his gun, aimed at the head of a bodyguard who was trying to provide cover, and pulled the trigger again.
"boom!"
His head exploded like a ripe watermelon, the bullet piercing through and continuing its trajectory into the chest of the target behind him, splattering blood everywhere.
Two shots had been fired, but the target was still alive.
The gap left by the fallen bodyguard has not yet been filled.
Ochi seized the fleeting opening and pulled the trigger for the third time.
The crosshair is firmly locked onto the target's brow.
"boom!"
Through the scope, a glaring flower of blood bloomed on the target's forehead, leaving a shocking bullet hole.
Such injuries would have no chance of survival unless God himself descended and performed a miracle.
He quickly got up, put away the sniper rifle, and returned it to its guitar case.
He quickly went downstairs, sneaked into the building's underground parking lot, and calmly drove away in a stolen car.
The entire process proceeded without a single pause, thanks to his status as a seasoned, top-tier assassin.
As he drove, he took out his work phone, dialed the middleman's number, and said, "The target has been taken care of, payment can be made now."
"Well done, Ochi."
The voice on the other end of the phone was approving: "Listen, there's a big deal out there, worth seven million dollars. Are you interested?"
"Seven million?!"
Ochi gasped, then pressed, "Is the target the president of which country?"
"No, the target is the fox in Tokyo, Japan."
"fox?"
A look of confusion flashed across Ochi's eyes. Seven million dollars to kill an animal?
The middleman immediately realized he had misunderstood and quickly explained, "Fox is a code name. He's been very active in Tokyo lately. He's made moves against people he shouldn't have."
Someone is now offering a high reward for his life.
If you accept the offer, we will provide all intelligence support. Our commission will be 400 million for us and 300 million for you.
Ochi frowned, dissatisfied that the intermediary had taken the lion's share.
But he also knew that without the other party's intelligence network, he would find it difficult to move an inch in Tokyo, a place where he knew no one.
He could only mutter in response, "...Okay, I'll take it."
"It's a wise choice. Book your flight to Tokyo, Japan immediately. We'll have someone contact you upon arrival."
The middleman's voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.
If this deal goes through, he will personally receive a commission of $500,000!
……
At the same time, in New York, USA.
Even in the early hours of the morning, the midnight bar was still bustling with people, and the loud music was almost deafening.
A large screen on one wall is playing an exciting sports match.
A group of burly men were gathered around the bar.
In the center of the dance floor, scantily clad women swayed their bodies to the neon lights.
Jeter downed his seventeenth whiskey of the night and slammed the empty glass down on the bar.
Immediately, people around shouted, "The seventeenth cup! The betting begins! Bet on whether he can hit the target! Place your bets now!"
The men rushed forward, laughing and joking, slamming cash on the table. Some bet on "win," while others bet on "lose."
Jet watched the farce he had caused and a smug smile spread across his face.
He stood up unsteadily, his vision blurred by the alcohol.
Someone threw three round wooden targets, each about the size of a coin, into the air.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Jet drew his gun almost instinctively.
"boom!"
The gunshots were cleverly integrated into the deafening music.
The three small wooden targets shattered instantly!
"Well done!" "Damn, that's accurate! No wonder you're called Sharpshooter Jet!"
The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles, even the losers were no exception.
Jet basked in the adulation of the crowd, his smile growing ever more blatant.
Just then, a white man squeezed through the crowd, approached him, and said with a big smile, "Jett, I've got a good job, interested?"
"Wolf, the job you promised me last time really screwed me over."
Jet squinted his drunken eyes, feeling as if Wolf was doubled in front of him.
He was a heavy drinker, but his alcohol tolerance was pitifully low.
The fact that I was able to pierce through three logs with one shot was half due to my hard-earned skills and half pure luck.
Wolfe confidently assured them, "This time it's absolutely different, a $500,000 reward."
The target is called Fox, and he lives in Tokyo, Japan.
I've taken care of all the airfare and accommodations for you this time; all you need to do is give me a 100,000 yuan tip for your hard work.
"Japan?"
Jet looked completely bewildered.
Having grown up in a happy education system, his geographical knowledge is pitifully poor. Apart from Russia, China, and England, France, and Germany, other European countries are like aliens to him.
Not to mention Japan, which is far away in Asia.
Wolf didn't bother to explain and simply said, "Don't worry about it. All you need to know is that the fox is a damn bastard."
If you're not interested, I'll find someone else right away!
"No! I'm interested! Of course I'm interested!"
Jet grabbed Wolf's arm and, slightly drunk, said, "How about a smaller commission? How about 50,000?"
Wolf feigned extreme reluctance and reluctantly said, "Fifty thousand? Alright! For the sake of our friendship!"
He was overjoyed when he heard the words.
The total reward for this case is as high as one million US dollars.
Moreover, the so-called "free room and board" cost him nothing; it was all reimbursed by the boss above him.
He made a fortune on this trip!
"Thanks to that foolish fox!"
He meditated in his heart.
Jeter was now mostly sober.
The lure of $500,000 made him dare not delay, fearing that someone else would snatch the prey first.
He patted Wolf on the shoulder forcefully and said, "Hurry up and arrange it! I need to fly to that... Tokyo, Japan right away!"
"No problem! Keep it on me!"
Wolf patted his chest and assured him.
Thus, a huge bounty of up to ten million US dollars, after being exploited and resold through layers of intermediaries, was passed on to outlaws around the world at different prices and under different conditions.
Countless eyes, ignited by the lure of money, began to look eastward, embarking on their journey to Tokyo.
……
"Tokyo is probably going to be in chaos."
Kiyoshi Kaneda frowned as he looked at the bounty poster circulating on the dark web on his computer screen.
With foreign assassins who already operate in the gray or even black markets flooding into Tokyo, how could they possibly behave themselves?
"Who exactly went to such lengths?"
He was lost in thought.
At that moment, a policewoman strode into the office with a rather strange expression on her face.
Kiyoshi Kaneda asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"Deputy team leader, please take a look at this."
The policewoman handed him several reports.
Kiyoshi Kaneda took it; it was the Otani family's on-site ballistic analysis report.
Although the victim's blood blurred the footprints to some extent, the technicians were still able to roughly reconstruct the shooting position and, combined with the bullet hole trajectories on the wall, simulate the shooting action.
The conclusion is that, based on ballistic analysis, to hit those five locations, the victim would have had to raise their hand to their forehead, or even above their head.
Even a layman wouldn't be able to strike such a bizarre shooting pose.
Unless the bullet is affected by an external force after it is fired, the result would not be so bizarre.