Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnett felt that Ireland was the one who did it together with Jacques. With that level of disguise, it would be a shame for him not to be an undercover agent or a spy.

She glanced at the furnishings in the room. It looked like a girl's room, clean and tidy, with a few cheap romantic and sentimental imitation paintings hanging on the wall, as well as a pile of old magazines. She looked at Ireland again, and his face had begun to blush, especially since he was originally pale, looking like a gentleman who had indulged himself in sex. "Do you like to drink too much?"

"No, that would affect the normal mission."

"Your appearance is as if it has been emptied out by wine and debauchery. May the Lord lift up his face toward you and give you peace."

Ireland didn't know what to say. It sounded a bit like a curse. "No, it's just that I'm getting old, and I look a bit old."

Winette nodded and stood up. "Let's go. We don't have much time."

"That's right, what are the criteria for selection?"

"We don't need to get too close, that's why I borrowed this big guy." This is related to the distance of the sniper. The key this time is destruction. If you are lucky, you can kill one or two. Winnett is not very confident in her sniping skills. Besides, she planned to aim and let Ireland shoot from the beginning - at least to make a big hole in the dark blue glass reflecting the sky.

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056 It’s better to send him to heaven to enjoy

Winnett's expected action began. On the street next to Bolia Avenue, she pretended to be a passing tourist, took off her hood, and observed the surrounding scenery with great curiosity. In fact, although she tried her best to get along with the surrounding environment, her real goal was to find a suitable high-altitude building before the sun's altitude changed too much.

Like other children of the same age around her, she was keen on street magic and puppet shows, and received a pink balloon from the polar bear puppet.

Although there were occasional circus performances in London, Winnett had hardly ever seen one. She was quite interested in them, and holding the balloon, she walked around the city hall office building next to the target building and chose a comprehensive shopping mall with a restaurant and observation deck on the top floor for guests to enjoy and visit.

This was exactly what she needed. After buying ice cream in the shop, Winnet felt the cold touch on her tongue. While the staff was not paying attention, she took the elevator directly to the top floor and tied the balloon in a conspicuous place - the handrail of the observation deck.

It may be cleaned up quickly, or it may not.

Winnet calculated the angle and used chewing gum to stick the glass chips she had prepared in advance to the guardrail.

In addition, she selected several locations around the target building and used small objects such as plastic bags with holes in them to hang at wind vents.

When shooting in the city, one must take into account the wind flowing in from the alleys between buildings. The wind force and direction will have a significant impact on the sniping, especially since she is planning to challenge ultra-long-range sniping, so no factor can be ignored.

At least, she needed to lock the margin of error within a certain range. If she shot herself, she would have a better chance, but this time, she planned to lock the field of view and hand it over to Ireland, the new sniper rookie. She had to consider all the details, like making a sophisticated criminal plan.

Winnett took out a pen and paper from her bag and began to draw a map of the simulated venue. During training, Ji Luxi emphasized this point to her. The thumbnail map can be used to mark and confirm escape routes. For a killer, killing the target quickly is good, but regardless of success or failure, if the first attack fails, you need to evacuate quickly and look for another opportunity.

If you are not calm enough, all kinds of mistakes will occur during the mission, which may lead to your death.

After marking all the three defensive buildings in the east, west and south, there were only about forty minutes left until the meeting was to start.

The phone vibrated and Winnet opened the message.

——Ready.

Winnett left the intersection of Bolia Avenue and replied to Ireland's message, "Meet at NH-13."

After leaving the enemy's alert range, Winnett put on her hood again and started running. Her code names used abbreviations for directions, landmarks, and distances. She came to the north side near the Boledoli Hospital. A milkman was passing by Ireland. He was still dressed in that terrible way, which made people want to stay away from him.

But this place was out of Abeles' "danger zone", and Winnet believed that the other side would not be able to cast a net all over the area as expected in a military operation, so she did not pay much attention to it and headed towards Ireland.

She gestured to the northwest. Ireland understood her intention and followed her silently, like a potential criminal that could be seen everywhere, all the way across the street.

When there were no more pedestrians in sight, Ireland finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"We've walked a kilometer," Ireland said.

His strange voice did not move Winnet, which in her opinion was a mistake in the mission. If it were more strict, Ireland should not have followed her, but went alone, after all, this scene was still somewhat unusual - it might have an additional effect after being witnessed.

Perhaps the people of Ebelius did not have the ability to solve cases, but in this era when Sherlock Holmes' detective novels were crazily popular, everyone was jealous of the sensitive word "detective", and many young people followed suit, opening a detective agency or accepting private commissions.

"Yes, the sniper point we need is not far ahead." Winnet said with a hint of meaning, "Before we arrive or I give you the news, we should all be strangers."

Ireland knew he had made a mistake, but it was impossible for him to surrender to a little girl without any arrogance. "Don't you think that's too far?"

"It's very far away." She looked around and thought there were no additional risks, so she pointed her finger at the high-end apartment in front of her. It was far away from the downtown area and spacious enough to suit the living habits of Americans. "We need to go to the top floor and then aim at the building of the Abelius Conference. Judging from the overall situation, there are the fewest obstacles between the two, and the field of vision is also wide enough, especially the large billboard in the southeast corner, which just blocks the triangle area between the target point."

Ireland watched Winnet analyze the selection. Although he did not quite understand the selection criteria, he could not help but believe Winnet's confident look.

So far, he has never seen a truly mediocre person in the organization. Everyone has special skills, just like his deceased partner, who had worked in an aircraft repair shop for six years and won the championship in a jet aircraft bidding competition. Even professional pilots were no match for him in aerial acrobatics.

"Okay, I admit my omission." Ireland was still a little reluctant. At least for now, he and the girl in front of him were on the same level, both of them were members with code names. If Ibis had made significant achievements before, he would look at her differently, but she hadn't yet. Taking achievements as proof of ability was also one of his principles.

"I believe that after we have established a relationship of trust this time, this kind of thing will not happen again in the future." Ireland said no more, "As long as you prove your strength." He quickened his pace and followed Winnet into the apartment building.

To be honest, Winnet didn't care about Ireland's suspicion. She was not so arrogant as to be self-centered. It was natural for her not to believe someone who was not close to her in a situation that went against common sense.

She winked at Ireland, signaling him to get the key from the caretaker.

"Excuse me," Ireland walked towards the single room on the first floor, "There's a girl who's lost. She said her address is here. Do you know her?"

"Oh, I think you might have a better excuse, or ask your companion to dress more elegantly," the well-dressed administrator replied unceremoniously, "If you don't leave immediately, I can only ask the security guard to take you away."

"I'll leave right away. I'm so sorry..."

Ireland was halfway through speaking in an exaggerated tone when he smacked the other man in the neck with a knife.

The force was so great that Miss Winnett doubted whether the administrator would ever be able to stand up again.

However, it was obvious that what I just said was that she was shabby.

Although Miss Winnett agreed more with the teaching that "whoever speaks a vulgar language will attack you with a vulgar language", she was also relieved to see the other party being defeated by Ireland.

"This is too cruel. If he will be paralyzed and suffer in the future, it is better to send him to heaven to enjoy himself now," said Winnett.

"I'll think about it next time."

Ireland replied, confused.

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057 If you are a man, give him a fuck

After getting the key from the administrator, they didn't waste any more time. Winette pressed the elevator button for the top floor and said, "Wait a minute, you'll do the shooting. Can you do it, Irish whiskey?"

Without waiting for Ireland's reply, she opened the black bag on the ground, fixed the parts with her injured left arm, and assembled them with her other hand. Winnett concentrated on it, and like magic, she made a perfect gun before the elevator arrived. Ireland stared at it, and seeing that Winnett's expression did not change, he thought she was not joking.

Shooting yourself is ridiculous!

Ireland knew his own strengths. Although he had used sniper rifles at the shooting range, his accuracy started to waver like a drunk at more than 2000 yards. He wanted to shoot a car, but he shot the tire of a moving bus. He estimated in his mind that there were at least yards between here and the target point. It was impossible for a poor shooter to do it. It was like focusing all your hopes on a skinny idiot in a cricket match.

"Do you think I can do it? Oh my God, I've never shot a target more than 500 yards away. You might as well go to Jacques, that guy always has good luck!" He almost shouted out loud.

"Ireland, you just need to shoot, I'll take care of the rest." Winnett slowly raised her injured arm and showed it to Ireland, "I can't bear its recoil for now, don't worry, leave the aiming to me."

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But Winnett's assurance did not reassure Ireland. His expression became solemn, and the hit turned into an impossible future in his mind. If it was a few people with guns facing him, he could deal with it, just like when he fought guerrilla warfare with Italian gangs in Sicily. He had some experience in this kind of direct confrontation. However, he had never tried long-range sniping, which was almost like throwing a child into a university hall for an exam - a true genius might be able to succeed.

Obviously, he doesn't have this ability.

"You don't need to be nervous." Winnett held the handle of the Barrett with one hand. "It's just a shooting. At the moment of firing the bullet, you only need to consider whether you hold the gun steadily and whether you hit the target or not. Don't think about those things. Maybe chanting the holy name of Jehovah can calm you down?"

The elevator door opened, and Ireland had to follow Winnett up the stairs to the top floor, feeling the cool breeze, which seemed to make his heart turbulent.

"The wind is disturbing us badly," Ireland said softly, his voice seeming to come from the smoke. "I have to question your judgment again."

However, Winnet did not answer him, she had already started looking for a position for the gun.

Using the huge billboard as a barrier requires getting the angle right. After trying several times, Winnett determined the location, then curled up like a toddler and crawled in front of the huge gun.

Ireland witnessed all this and he was once again amazed.

This concentration seems to be able to make people fall into a deep sleep.

Winnet adjusted her breathing and frequently switched her vision, looking for the markers she had made in advance, and gradually confirmed the location of the target location using an irregular triangle.

Next, the floors.

Her expression at this moment seemed innocent, her long eyelashes were curled up, and her unconsciously opened lips were breathing lightly and rhythmically as if she were sleeping.

Her right hand was protecting the gun, and her left fingers were on the trigger. Ireland, who was standing next to her, almost thought she was about to shoot.

Ireland followed Winnett's gaze in the direction of the gun. He could only see the glaring sunlight and gathering clouds. Further ahead, all he could see with his naked eyes was a vast expanse of white. Even with a telescope, he didn't think he could find the target point quickly - it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Being alone with a beautiful girl under the endless blue sky.

Ireland found it somewhat ridiculous, and what was even more ridiculous was that he was about to conduct a sniping attack at a range of more than two thousand yards.

"found it."

Winnett's lips opened slightly, and after capturing the marker, the inside of her triangle quickly locked onto the core target of this sniper.

"This... is really surprising."

Ireland followed in surprise, regretting a little that he had not prepared a high-power telescope. He crawled to Winnet's side, swallowed his saliva into his throat a little nervously, and gradually replaced Winnet's position nervously, fearing that the slightest movement would cause an accident to the target he was aiming at.

"I can't see anyone. Is this really the conference room?"

Ireland couldn't help but be suspicious, because from the mirror, no matter what kind of building it was, the glass looked almost the same. Due to the long distance and the thickness of the glass, the interior of the conference room was almost invisible.

"This is the floor above the conference room. Shooting from the northwest corner will be affected by the airflow in the ring belt near the target building, plus the wind speed of level 4. Our position is slightly lower now, so we need to increase the elevation angle. Further detailed calculations require the use of a computer. I estimate the error to be between 3 and 5 yards."

Winnet explained.

Although the error has been controlled as much as possible, there will actually be a difference of several meters. This is the problem of ultra-long-range sniping. The bullet slows down during flight, and after exceeding a certain distance, it will be affected more and more seriously by gravity and wind speed, so that the aiming and shooting are completely two different places.

However, she didn't want to kill someone accurately, she just wanted to make the meeting a mess.

"Find the right feeling, lock your aim where it was before I handed it to you, and be prepared for steady recoil," Winette warned.

Ireland held Barrett and did not shoot for a long time, still concentrating.

Miss Winnett knew she had to add some more spice, so she took off the glove that was used to increase friction, took a deep breath, and said behind Ireland's back: "Fuck it, stop nagging, if he's a man, just give him a bang!"

boom!

Stimulated by Winette's foul language, Ireland pulled the trigger. The gun body swayed like a spring device made of soft material, and the muzzle slowly pushed away the smoke from the corrugated board. The loud noise it caused was lifted up into the clear blue sky along with the smoke.

When Ireland took a deep breath and revealed half of his face that was blocked by the gun, the bullet had already broken through the bulletproof glass of the Ebelius conference room and blew the head of an accompanying staff member into pieces.

Seeing this, Winnett grumbled again. "It's not okay to be weak once, let's do it again!"

Ireland gritted his teeth. Due to long-term observation, he was very familiar with the scene of the area that Winnett had first chosen. After a while, he fired another shot.

boom!

Although Ireland didn't say a word, she had already started to grumble in her heart, "What bastard taught her such a little girl to use swear words and make sexual jokes?"

As he fired, he couldn't help but whisper a greeting to the guy.

Ireland felt his palms go numb, and just as he was about to get up—

"Get down!"

boom!

A piece of the guardrail not far in front of the gun was broken.

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058 The police undercover in the mud meeting

Inside the building, the conference table was broken in half by the strong impact.

The head of a cadre who had been sitting in the middle of the conference table disappeared, and red and white colors splattered, leaving a horrible mark on the wall.

Patrick, the biggest leader of Abelius who was in charge of hosting the meeting, lost his usual composure and his forehead was twisted like a passion fruit that had been left for a long time. He had previously assured the Ukrainian Council that there would be no problems in this meeting, and this made him lose face.

"What's going on, Evelina?" Patrick said, "Didn't you promise me that there would be no problems with this meeting?"

"terribly sorry."

The charming and mature woman bent down.

"Only insiders knew about this meeting," Evelina looked at cadre Harriman and said in a tone that tried to divert the conflict, "There is no doubt that a traitor has appeared among us. Not only did he leak the information of the transaction to the enemy, he also wanted to use this meeting to instigate another round of instigation."

Harriman, who had already lost many of his men, tried to suppress his anger and said through gritted teeth, "You mean I leaked the information?" He turned to look at Patrick, "I'm afraid this woman staged everything herself, including the attack on my territory and today's incident."

"I don't want to hear about your internal problems. Is this how you treat your guests, everyone from Ebelius?"

Suhara Kazuki, who was crawling on the sidelines and watching the farce, interrupted.

This transaction caused serious losses to Ni Shenhui, and he must have an explanation that could be reported to the boss. Besides, now all their lives were in a precarious situation - a sniper was still watching them.

Suhara Kazuki raised his left hand, signaling his men to raise their guns.

"It seems that there is nothing more to talk about." He said.

"Please don't worry," Evelina advised. "I have deployed anti-sniper personnel around us in advance. They have probably caught up with the enemy. I promise you that there will be no more shooting."