Boyle began changing clothes, preparing to leave, when at different locations, both Queen and Hunter received a message on their phones.
Only one sentence - The target is about to appear.
"The boss said the target is coming out."
White Bear, looking at his phone, quickly alerted his wife.
Queen's eyes were already close to the scope, entering shooting mode.
"Got it."
On Hunter's side, after Disaster Star relayed the message, he too aimed his reticle at the exit.
Song Heping had already set up his L115A3 sniper rifle, which had no issues with accuracy or range.
700 meters was a piece of cake.
After about ten minutes, the revolving door of the private club moved.
Song Heping adjusted his breathing, lowering his frequency once again.
The oscillation of the reticle began to decrease.
Wind, light.
All environmental factors had been adjusted.
When Boyle appeared in the lens, he was walking towards the bulletproof car parked outside the main door.
The distance between him and the vehicle was less than five meters.
There was only one chance.
Song Heping seized the opportunity and gently pulled the trigger.
The sound from the L115A3 sniper rifle with a silencer was still quite loud.
But it didn't matter.
After all, at 700 meters, they couldn't hear it.
Pop—
A .338 caliber sniper-specific warhead shot out, rushing towards Boyle at over eight hundred meters per second.
After firing the first shot, Song Heping quickly cycled the action to eject the casing and reload.
His action was very stable, and the reticle didn't deviate much.
Boyle had just stepped out of the main door when a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came through the air.
The surrounding bodyguards had no time to react, as the bullet grazed the cheek of the foremost bodyguard and burrowed into Boyle's forehead a meter behind.
Pop—
Boyle's head burst open, blood and brain matter spraying backward, splattering on the glass door.
The warhead, after penetrating the skull, shattered the glass behind it.
As Boyle fell shot, the second bullet arrived.
This time, Song Heping aimed for the torso.
The bodyguard in front blocked most of the body, and as Boyle began to fall backward, Song Heping couldn't actually see him in the scope anymore and roughly estimated where to fire the next shot.
The warhead directly broke the arm of the bodyguard in front, penetrated, and entered Boyle's abdomen.
The warhead, having gone through the arm, had slightly less force, but this reduction made its stopping power better.
After burrowing into Boyle's abdomen, it churned all the intestines and viscera into a mess, eventually exiting through the lower back.
Boyle collapsed on the ground like a broken sack, instantly lifeless.
The bodyguards were in chaos, pulling out handguns and submachine guns trying to find the sniper, but they had no idea where Song Heping was.
A bodyguard stepped forward to check on Boyle's condition, glanced once, and turned pale.
"The boss is dead..."
Far away, Song Heping had already packed up his rifle, and together with the ready Jiang Feng, walked towards the staircase.
Jiang Feng asked, "Are you sure he's down?"
Song Heping replied, "Didn't you see?"
Jiang Feng said, "Saw him fall, his head exploded."
Song Heping laughed, "Then how could he still be alive?"
The two talked and laughed as they relaxed down the stairs, got to their car, then sped away and disappeared into the night of this city.
At another location in Victoria City, Queen had set her sniper position on a nearby hill.
This was in the suburbs, 600 meters away from the golf club.
Jean played golf here during the day and was dining in the evening, yet to come out.
After receiving Song Heping's message, she had been waiting for almost ten minutes.