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The straight-line distance to the south of Tianyu International Building is 812 meters.

A television signal tower under construction, 180 meters high.

The steel frame structure at the top of the tower is exposed, and the night wind howls through the gaps.

Lin Chen knelt on the steel beam at the top of the tower, the butt of his rifle resting against his right shoulder.

The Type 88 sniper rifle is a long-established domestically produced standard-issue weapon with an effective range of 800 meters and average accuracy.

Many special forces snipers look down on this gun, finding it bulky and having an unpredictable bullet trajectory.

But in Lin Chen's hands, the weapon itself was never the deciding factor.

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At a distance of 800 meters, the bullet's flight time is approximately 0.9 seconds.

In those 0.9 seconds, the bullet will be affected by gravity, air resistance, Coriolis force deflection, and complex turbulence between tall buildings.

Lin Chen's brain completed all the ballistic calculations within three seconds.

Wind speed: Southeasterly wind, 4.3 meters per second, with peak gusts of 6.1 meters per second.

Humidity: 78%, air density: 1.215 kg per cubic meter.

The target floor's bulletproof glass model is Saint-Gobain SGS Pro III, a three-layer laminated tempered glass structure with a total thickness of 28 mm and a ballistic protection standard of NIJ IIIA.

This glass can stop 9mm pistol rounds and 12-gauge shotgun shells, but the 5.8mm armor-piercing rounds used by the Type 88 have already lost velocity at a distance of 800 meters, which has dropped below the critical value.

One shot won't penetrate.

Most snipers would give up here and switch to larger caliber weapons.

But Lin Chen is no ordinary sniper.

His calculations told him that if the first bullet hits the stress concentration point on the glass surface, the laminated layer will develop a brittle zone about two centimeters in diameter under the impact.

There is a 0.13-second time window before the brittle zone fully recovers its elasticity.

Within this window, if a second bullet travels along the exact same trajectory and enters the same bullet hole, the probability of penetration is 100%.

Two shots were fired in 0.13 seconds.

The bolt travel of the Type 88 rifle takes 0.8 seconds in manual bolt-action mode, which is too slow.

Therefore, Lin Chen had modified the bolt action before climbing the tower. He used a multi-tool he carried with him to shorten the bolt travel by forty percent, at the cost of the recoil being directly transmitted to his shoulder, enough to shatter an ordinary person's collarbone.

But his bone density is ten times that of an average person.

Lin Chen closed his left eye.

Through the scope, Zhao Kunyuan, 800 meters away, was holding a hostage and shouting arrogantly from behind the bulletproof glass.

Lin Chen didn't look at the crosshairs in the scope.

He was looking at Zhao Kunyuan's right wrist.

The hand holding the gun was pressed against the hostage's temple. About three centimeters of the outer side of the wrist were not obscured by the hostage's head.

Three centimeters.

Shoot a 3-centimeter target from 800 meters away.

The first shot must be used to break through the bulletproof glass.

The second shot must be pulled back and fired within 0.13 seconds.

The second bullet must penetrate the glass and accurately hit the wrist, which is only three centimeters away, without injuring the hostages nearby.

No one else on Earth can do that kind of shooting.

Lin Chen's breathing became so steady it was almost stopped. His heart rate dropped to forty-two beats per minute.

His right index finger rested on the trigger, the pad of his finger feeling the cold curve of the metal trigger lever.

wind.

A gust of wind came from the southeast.

Lin Chen made a barely perceptible adjustment to his body, shifting the muzzle of the gun by 0.07 degrees.

Wait for the wind to pass.

one second.

two seconds.

The wind speed dropped to 3.8 meters per second, entering the optimal window for ballistic calculation.

Lin Chen pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

First shot.

The 5.8mm armor-piercing round flew out of the muzzle at an initial velocity of 895 meters per second, leaving an invisible trajectory in the air.

0.91 seconds later, the bullet accurately struck the lower left corner of the bulletproof glass behind Zhao Kunyuan—the area where the stress was most concentrated and the weakest point of the three-layer laminated structure.

"Snapped!"

The 28mm thick bulletproof glass surface instantly shattered, revealing a spiderweb-like white crack. The bullet was embedded in the second layer of laminate and did not penetrate completely.

However, the structural strength of the cracked area decreased by 70% at this moment.

Zhao Kunyuan was startled by the explosive sound behind him and instinctively turned around to look.

It was this turn of his head that caused his right hand, which was holding the gun, to shift two centimeters away from the hostage's temple—increasing the exposed area from three centimeters to five centimeters.

Lin Chen's right hand had already pulled the bolt.

The modified bolt travel time is only 0.09 seconds.

The second bullet is chambered.

"boom!"

The second shot was fired 0.11 seconds after the first.

The bullet flew along a trajectory almost completely identical to the first shot, and 0.91 seconds later, it precisely passed through the brittle bullet hole that the first bullet had created on the bulletproof glass.

The glass shards exploded inwards.

The bullet penetrated the remaining laminated layer without deflecting.

Zhao Kunyuan's right wrist.

"puff!"

The 5.8mm armor-piercing round tore through the radial artery and ulna of his wrist at close range, sending his entire hand, along with the Browning pistol, flying out and crashing against the wall, leaving a spray of blood.

"ah--!"

Zhao Kunyuan let out a bloodcurdling scream, and his left hand, wrenching with pain, released the hostage. The female secretary staggered and fell to the ground, where she was quickly pulled to safety by the SWAT officers who had been waiting in ambush.

Su Qingge rushed forward, kicked away the severed hand and gun on the ground, and pinned Zhao Kunyuan to the ground.

"Zhao Kunyuan, you're under arrest."

Zhao Kunyuan lay on the ground, blood gushing from his severed wrist. His face was pressed against the cold marble floor, his eyes fixed on the shattered bulletproof glass.

Two bullet holes.

They overlapped.

It was fired from 800 meters away.

The negotiation team's psychological expert ran up and glanced at the glass, his legs went weak and he almost sat down on the ground.

The sniper team leader rushed up to the 42nd floor with his large-caliber anti-materiel rifle. When he saw the two perfectly overlapping bullet holes, he almost dropped the gun.

"Is this even something a human could do?"

The sniper team leader's voice was trembling.

At 800 meters, the Type 88 missile, with two shots fired from the same hole, penetrated bulletproof glass and precisely severed a three-centimeter section of the wrist.

This isn't just a sharpshooter, this is a god.

Su Qingge handcuffed Zhao Kunyuan, stood up, and looked at the TV tower under construction to the south of the building.

The night breeze at dawn brushed against her face, and her lips moved, but she didn't utter a sound.

But something was shining in her eyes.