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Chapter 50 The Golden Bullet

 Carla spent money to park the limousine at the edge of a coffee shop. She wore a peaked hat with her hair spread on both sides. On her face was a pair of round, ink-colored eyes, which were so big that they almost covered her eyes.

Half of her small face and sniper rifle were disassembled into parts in advance and carefully placed in the leather box she was carrying.

I was wearing high-heeled shoes that were a few centimeters high, and the heels clicked on the cement slate floor, making a pleasant sound. The gray-white dress hung down, but unfortunately there was no wind to stretch its wrinkled hem.<

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This casual but distinctive appearance attracted the attention of too many passers-by. Kara's temperament was as cold as steel and as ferocious as a sniper rifle, sending out signals to stay away from others all the time.

Step by step, she walked towards the port area. She had memorized the map in her mind yesterday, and the various sniper positions were selected during the field trip the day before yesterday. All she had to do today was to carry a black sniper rifle.

Try it with the golden bullets and try out the feeling of a sniper rifle that you haven’t used for a long time.

Even though her dress is very eye-catching, when she needs to hide her slightly thin figure and eliminate her sense of existence, Kara can still disappear from everyone's sight in a short period of time. She has the charm of a woman

Charm, but also has the basic awareness of being a sniper.

While everyone was reminiscing and sighing that the gray-white shadow had disappeared, Kara had already carried the leather box to the roof of a house. The height here was obviously shorter than the tall steel buildings rising around it.

This is like the difference between the rim and the bottom of a bowl, but this bowl is not complete. In front of Kara looking over, the buildings there have negotiated to make way for a gap, and a gap appears in this bowl.

The fatal gap.

In the field of view spread out in a fan shape at the gap, there is a vast view of the port area. Gray-blue is always the main color of steam factories and warehouses, and even the steam machinery that is busy transporting goods there is also painted

Another coat of gray-blue paint.

You can also see the light blue Moon Lake in the farthest distance as the background of everything. At this time, all the lazy fishing boats were dispatched. Although the weather today is considered sunny, there are more and more broken clouds accumulating in the sky in the past few days.

The Gerun Oasis under its protection began to look a little depressing.

"Is this a precursor to a black dust storm?" Kara opened the leather box in her hand. Inside were layers of delicate and lubricated silk. On top of it were the sniper rifle parts that she had maintained well. Except for the bullets placed next to them, they were all of the same color.

The black of agreed upon acquiescence is like the silence of never saying a word.

"The weather is really strange. Black dust storms can occur even when the moon is not full?" Kara asked herself gently, and a ferocious black dragon regained its original indifference and vitality in her hands.
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One side of the optical sight is a bright red cross pupil, and the other side is the daily scene of the port that has been magnified dozens of times. It is a semi-open warehouse, with workers carrying goods and driving vehicles.

The driver carrying steel parts was flanked by a foreman-like figure holding a notebook to record notes. They did not know that they were being stared at by a girl who was a close relative of cold-blooded animals. Her eyes were reflecting every move of her prey.

As long as you press down slightly with your finger, in less than a blink of an eye, a round bullet hole will appear in the head of the person trapped by the red cross on the optical sight.

But more often than not, their heads will still turn into pieces, and their bodies will have to stand stiffly for a few seconds before falling down. This is the stage script Kara has planned in her heart. If her fingers really press down,

As a planner and director, she will definitely let the actors backstage perform this way.

But now everything is ready, including the audience, the director, the script, the props and stage sound effects, but what is missing are the most important stage actors. They have not yet appeared in Kara's eyes.

"Where are they, the performers I booked?" Kara's mouth moved slightly, and her breathing became completely different from usual at this time. It was as gentle as if she had merged into the air. Her body was also softer,

It was a gray-white kitten lazily basking in the sun, and its eyes were too comfortable to open.

The sniper rifle was slowly moving sideways, and the fan-shaped field of vision was being eaten away bit by bit. The enemies hiding inside could not escape Kara's sharp and sharp sight.

The map indicates that this is Floss's sphere of influence. He has an armed squad in the warehouse here, and there is an entrance to the underground water network. Some of the firearms used to arm those firepower points yesterday came from here.

Shipped over.

Kara also knew the inner plans of the group of arms smugglers. This was not inferred based on intelligence, but just her own intuition. Sometimes she felt that she was the same type of person as the group of arms dealers, but it was in front of her.

In such a situation, she would definitely bring her own men to fight Floss, and she would most likely be the first to shoot.

Just like now, her current identity is not an arms smuggler, but she has decided to create an excuse for war for both sides who dare not shoot in advance. Both sides know it well, but things must be on the surface.

A process. Just like those businessmen, no matter how dirty and messy they are in private, when everyone meets, what they see is smiling faces and warm embraces. The photos taken and recorded by reporters are

I will never lie.

"All the performers are in place, and the curtain is now open." Carla loaded a bullet in the sniper rifle. A group of Floss's men who were resting could be seen in the scope. They were standing under the iron shed to blow the wind.

There are also people drinking and smoking.

Not far from the shed, there are three bulletproof walls built up. There are eight or nine heavy machine guns staggered there, but now there are only two of them with people around them, and the rest are just empty decorations.

The underground water supply is tight and there are not enough people? Of course not. It only takes three steps to ask someone to use a gun. The first step is to lift the gun and aim the crosshair at the person; the second step is to open the safety bolt; and the third step is to press the trigger.

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Some firearms manufactured by weapons workshops don’t even have safety bolts, so the second step can be saved.

The number of people is definitely enough for defense, but what if it is used for other things? For example, using these few days to rush to the mine tunnel to do something,,,,,,,

Kara continued to observe until the black shadows of the surrounding buildings appeared in her field of vision.

This is a small base that is not well-defended. Kara saw it through the optical sight, but no one with intuition or strong mental power sensed her line of sight.

There is no surgeon among these seventeen people. This is her final conclusion.

Using the various markings on the sniper scope, I silently calculated the distance from the black muzzle to there. I felt the wind force of the surrounding air through my face without any makeup, and then through the slight fluttering of the flag above the port warehouse, I finally got the accuracy.

The wind speed. Before coming here, I borrowed David's instrument for weighing gold. The weight of each bullet that was weighed also came to mind at this time. Adding gravity, adding the wings of mathematics, the rotating bullet cuts

The trajectory of the air seemed to appear in her eyes at this moment.

When Carla's slender fingers gently pressed the steel part called the "trigger", a wonderful stage play began to be performed there about 3,500 meters away.

Kara named it "Golden Bullet."


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