The male supporting character was actually myself.

Two days prior, the CIA had sent people to go over the entire funeral process several times.

The church, the cemetery, and the streets—everywhere Karl was to be present—were cleaned.

There are no gaps within the sniping range!

"All squads, report your situation!" she commanded through her wireless headset.

The ambushers' voices quickly came over: "No abnormalities at position one," "No abnormalities at position two," and so on.

Ace of Spades stared through the scope, a sly smile playing on his lips, and replied in a low voice, "No anomalies in position six."

Mayweather dared not relax for a moment.

The funeral has not yet begun, and the last day of the bounty is still far off. If the killer finds no opportunity to strike at the cemetery, he will definitely devise other plans.

The closer it gets to midnight when the bounty ends, the more dangerous it becomes!

The black convoy quickly drove into the cemetery, and both Ace of Spades and Jiang Chen, who had been observing this scene from afar, perked up.

Win or lose in one fell swoop!

The car door opened, and just as Carl Smith was about to get out, Ace of Spades quickly spotted a reflection coming from the opposite side through the scope!

With the professional instincts unique to top assassins, he realized that there was a sniper aiming at him.

Without any hesitation, as the reflection flashed, Ace of Spades instinctively rolled to the ground, clutching his sniper rifle, and hid behind a large tree.

At the same time, a crisp gunshot rang in my ears, and the bullet struck the tree trunk behind where I had just been standing.

A surge of anger rose in the heart of the Ace of Spades!

Even someone as proud as him was outsmarted!

He was almost hit in one shot. The opponent even looked down on him so much that he used the most ordinary gun without even a silencer!

His once charming eyes suddenly turned sharp and vicious as he looked toward the direction from which the bullet had come.

At this point, the funeral procession began to descend into chaos, with everyone searching for cover, and some even jumping directly into the pit where the coffin was to be placed.

Looking again, the target was nowhere to be seen.

The other side also fell silent and made no further moves.

He immediately began disassembling the gun, erasing all traces, and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

Jiang Chen deliberately used the scope to reflect sunlight to warn the other party, and after firing a shot a second later, he had already erased the trace and disappeared into the abandoned hut.

He came down from the mountain and slowly put on his reversible clothes inside out; he unzipped the side of his custom-made trousers and turned them into sweatpants in style and color; he pulled up the folded-down shoe uppers to make them high boots.

He folded the hat over to make a fisherman's hat, threw the wig into the system space, put on sunglasses, and returned to the city according to the route he had scouted in advance.

On the way, Jiang Chen carefully took out clothes and wigs from the system space to change his outfit twice, and then drove around the city to visit tourist attractions. Finally, Jiang Chen returned to the hotel safely.

Chapter Nine: Speculation on the Ace of Spades

"That's strange..." The little white cat kept staring at the script and found that it hadn't been updated. "Host, it seems like the plot has a fixed pattern this time, and it hasn't been updated even once!"

You just stopped the protagonist from killing someone, and the script didn't react at all.

Jiang Chen took a shower, wrapped himself in a towel, and lazily lay down on the sofa. He turned on the TV and casually replied, "That means it makes no difference to the protagonist whether Carl Smith is killed or not."

"No difference? That can't be right, right? The protagonist didn't complete the bounty mission!" Little White licked its paws, a little confused.

He closed his eyes, ready to rest for a while. "It would be best if the plot didn't change."

Forget about all that, let's get ready to do our own task.

I misjudged the situation today; the main system didn't issue any missions. Maybe the protagonist is preparing some powerful move.

He's about to be hunted down, and next comes the scene where he tries to shift the blame and frame me.

cemetery.

The funeral was interrupted by a gunshot. Mavis immediately realized that the gunshot came from the north hillside, but the shot was fired from the opposite hillside.

"Sixth position, please answer! Sixth position, please answer!" She didn't receive a reply from her teammate in position six on the southeast hillside, and a bad feeling immediately arose in her heart. "Ninth position, please answer! Ninth position, please answer!"

The area in position nine, where the gun was fired, was equally silent.

Mayweather slammed her right fist into her left palm. She had already sent out elite troops to surround the area tightly, but her defenses had been breached!

She glanced at the positions on both sides and made a judgment immediately.

The assassin who was going to kill Carl Smith must have been lying in ambush in the southeast direction, away from the sun.

The undercover watchman risked exposure by choosing the opposite side and sniping at them.

I wonder if he succeeded...

The capable officer, who possessed exceptional beauty, instantly grasped the general situation and arrived at the position of guard number six as quickly as possible.

After searching for a while, they finally found the three team members in a deep ditch overgrown with weeds.

Without exception, all of them had their throats slit, without even a trace of struggle.

The opponent was clearly very strong in both strength and experience, so much so that the three elite team members were silently killed at close range without any resistance.

"The three teammates in position nine have been found!" Just as Mavis was feeling heavy-hearted, her deputy's voice came through the earpiece, "They were all knocked unconscious and tied to trees, and they are not in any danger. Repeat, not in any danger."

After making arrangements for her fallen comrades, Mayweather led her team to search for clues in an attempt to find the killer's mistake.

However, apart from a patch of grass that appeared to have collapsed due to someone crawling, and a patterned bullet on a tree behind it, there were no other clues.

"Protect the scene. The convoy should not make any moves for now." Mayweather hurried down the hillside and headed towards the other side, saying into her earpiece, "The assassin missed their first shot and may try to ambush us again on the way. We absolutely cannot let our guard down!"

The search on the other side also yielded nothing.

Three comrades had died silently, and Mayweather's expression was unusually solemn.

I don't know if the Watcher has been discovered by the enemy. I still have a tough battle ahead. I hope everything goes well!

"Who exactly is it?" Ace of Spades pondered, frowning as he walked. "Someone from the CIA?"

No, that's not right.

They couldn't possibly have noticed that I moved up from position six.

The environment around the cemetery is very unfavorable for protection. It is possible to be attacked from any angle. How could the other party just happen to appear in front of us?

Who could it be?

He was confident that his disguise as the sixth position was flawless. With the intuition of a top assassin, Ace of Spades sensed that someone was lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment!

It's awful to be targeted by a venomous snake and not be able to find a trace of it.

Ace of Spades pinched his brow, trying to reconstruct the entire assassination process.

From accepting the bounty to investigating the target's whereabouts and then determining the assassination location, he believed he had made no mistakes.

How were they targeted?

Could it be that... the two missions to assassinate Carl Smith and Hansen Smith are related?

He had accepted countless bounties from the organization, but this was the first time he had failed, and it happened without warning or any mishap!

If there's a problem, it must be within the organization.

He only ever looked at the amount and the result when accepting missions. As for who the person to be killed was or what they had done, he never paid attention to anything other than the necessary information that would help the assassination operation.

Today, a mysterious sniper is chasing me. The problem might lie within the organization!

Only when other assassins see the bounty being accepted will they know that Carl Smith is about to be assassinated.

He planned to go back and ask the liaison officer how many assassins had seen the bounty post that had been up for less than a minute when he accepted the mission!

He swaggered into the Diamond Hotel without any disguise, walking with his shoulders upright and without moving an inch, elegantly, dashingly, and handsomely stepping into the elevator.

"You look a lot like my next boyfriend. Have we met before?" A beautiful young woman in the elevator took the cigarette from her red lips and held it in her hand as he entered. "Want to grab a drink together?"

The Ace of Spades, well aware of his good looks, politely declined, saying, "I need to go back to my room to rest first. Have we... really met before?"

While answering, he kept searching his mind for the other person's appearance.

If anything seems suspicious, I'll have to take her to my room and deal with her soon.

"Even in a dream, right?" the beautiful young woman continued to flirt. "That's a beautiful dream, you know!"

It turned out to be the case.

The Ace of Spades gave a polite and charming smile. "I've arrived. Have a nice day."

The elevator dinged and slowly opened its doors on the 21st floor.

He strolled leisurely out of the elevator, turned the corner, and headed straight for his room at the far end.

The hallway was eerily quiet!

The assassin's keen instincts made Ace of Spades sense danger. Almost the instant he heard the sound behind him, he stepped aside, drew a pistol, turned around, and fired!

The gunshot, muffled by the silencer, splattered red as the bullet entered the target's body.

The leader of the men in black fell to the ground.

"Bang bang bang!" Six or seven men in black rushed out of the corridor, and a burst of gunfire shattered the chandeliers in the corridor, smashed the door frames of the guest rooms, and sent wood chips flying everywhere; some bullets hit the decorations and sparks flew.

However, the Ace of Spades, protected by the protagonist's halo, hid in the recess of the guest room door unharmed and was even able to launch a stylish counterattack after a barrage of shots.

I fired countless shots at such close range at six or seven people, but I couldn't hit them no matter what;

The Ace of Spades, however, was clean and efficient, taking down his opponent with a single shot.

After wiping out the first wave of ambushes, he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from the stairs. He calmly walked to the sofa at the end of the corridor, took out the pistol he had hidden beforehand, and aimed it at the entrance.

"Bang bang bang!"

A burst of bullets was fired, and every shot hit its mark, instantly leaving a group of corpses lying dead.

Ace of Spades opened his room, went inside, closed the door, and methodically packed his things onto his back.

Before the other party could rush in by firing at the door, he grabbed the zipline on the balcony, jumped and flipped down in a perfect arc, and slipped through the window of the room he had booked using his fake identity on the same floor sixteenth floor.

Chapter Ten: Handsome Guy, Please Help Me!

The burst of gunfire nearly destroyed everything in the house. Just as the man in black was about to kick open the door and rush into the room, which was littered with sawdust and scattered with papers, a time bomb placed in the corner beeped twice.