197: The Bizarre Finger
“Report, the detector shows that a new person suddenly appeared in the room. The one who had been staying there suspected to be Yang Jian has started to move. He’s taking the elevator down from the fourth floor, looks like he’s going to leave the villa.”
From afar, across the river on the opposite bank.
An operative dressed in camouflage lay in a high position, surveying the villa’s every move with a detector from a distance.
Next to him, a sniper lay prone.
A heavy sniper rifle was positioned on the ground, aimed with precision at the villa across the river.
The straight-line distance wouldn’t be more than five hundred meters.
With such a sniping range, any sniper with even a little bit of training would absolutely not miss.
And to ensure a foolproof plan, there were three such sniper points.
“A new person? What’s going on here?” Kong Feng furrowed his brows, unconsciously slowing his steps.
“Not sure. The detector didn’t pick up a second lifeform in the villa before. It seems like it just suddenly appeared,” the observer reported.
Kong Feng said, “Never mind that, keep an eye on the one who might leave the villa at any moment. The moment you confirm it’s Yang Jian, take the opportunity to snipe him. You guys must fire the first shot.”
“Understood,” the observer said.
Kong Feng put down his earpiece and asked, “How’s the setup around here?”
“All ready, just waiting for Yang Jian to show up,” Daisy and several other members nodded their heads.
Kong Feng took a slow breath and said, “Then let’s begin. Everyone else, stay hidden. I hope this mission is completed successfully.”
Although it wasn’t his first time hunting a Ghost Master, this time he felt an inexplicable pressure.
Was it the uneasiness brought on by Ah Hai’s death, or some sort of premonition of death?
He didn’t know.
But now that the mission had been accepted, there was no choice but to go through with it. He hoped this Yang Jian, like the other Ghost Masters, could be dealt with smoothly, without any complications.
“Zzt zzt…” The sound of electricity buzzed.
The observer from across the river said, “The target is about to walk out of the villa, entering the range.”
Kong Feng’s expression became stern, immediately looking towards the isolated manor villa.
From his angle, he could see Yang Jian’s position and also instantly discern whether the plan succeeded or failed.
Long-range sniping was just the first step.
At that moment, the shooter pulled the bolt back, a golden yellow bullet larger than a finger was chambered, waiting for the moment it would fly out.
Aside from some Ghost Masters with exceptional bodies.
Many Ghost Masters could be sniped, a shot to the head and even if they had subdued an Evil Ghost, it would mean death.
At that moment, Yang Jian was indeed walking out of the villa.
The death of Zhang Wei had raised his alertness. There must be some dangerous individuals in this residential complex, and nine times out of ten they were here for him.
Opening the front door.
Walking out of the villa.
Having not gone out for several days, the sunlight outside seemed blinding, causing some dizziness.
“Target confirmed, take the shot,” the observer immediately identified Yang Jian as he walked out and promptly told the sniper.
The sniper, who had already aimed at the front door, didn’t hesitate.
“Bang~!”
A gunshot resounded, kicking up dust around, a specially made bullet flew out, heading straight for the target’s head.
If it hit, the head would explode instantly.
Forget the Ghost Master, even Jesus would have to kneel.
The next moment.
A door of the villa was pierced through, the bullet flew into the house, blasting a chunk of cement off the wall, the golden bullet became deformed, deeply embedded inside.
The target… disappeared?
“What’s going on? Where did the target go?” The observer was stunned for a moment.
Just now, Yang Jian, who walked out of the house, had vanished.
As if in the blink of an eye, the person had vanished into thin air.
“Report, target disappeared, target disappeared,” the observer hastened to communicate.
Immediately cursed, “Fuck, pull back immediately, mission failed.”
But before he could finish his sentence.
A chilling cold wind arose behind them, and the temperature around seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.
Without waiting for them to turn around.