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Chen Ming did not refuse this task or training.

In fact, since Chen Changsheng had already spoken, everything was decided by this "Aunt An", Mr. Chen had nothing to say. Even if he really retreated, he had to do what she said.

After waiting for another hour, Chen Ming finally began to appear in his scope.

A middle-aged man, a little bald, shook his face at the window and turned back, but just that time just now, Chen Ming had confirmed that it was the target, and the other party was in that room.

So, Chen Ming's scope continued to move, and according to the direction and trajectory of the person just moved, Mr. Chen continued to search.

It seemed like a cocktail party. There were many people coming and going in the entire aerial viewing restaurant. Through the glass windows here, you could indeed see a deep position. So as long as you confirm that this person has appeared, Chen Ming could theoretically snipe him.

Chen Ming's scope continued to search for faces one by one, and he removed them one by one. Finally, a figure suddenly flashed into Chen Ming's scope, which happened to be that person!

Before this person came out, Chen Ming had already been familiar with the photos and videos many times, so there would be no mistakes. With Chen Ming's shooting skills, as long as he pulls the trigger at this distance, the other party will die!

Chen Ming would definitely not hesitate at this critical moment. He knew that the opportunity was fleeting. Just as his death-chasing cross was about to lock on Sandro's head, a sudden change occurred!

A woman suddenly walked out behind Sandro. The woman looked charming, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and frowned slightly, as if she had noticed Chen Ming. She rushed forward and suddenly pointed an American M1911A1 pistol in her hand at Chen Ming here!

"Discovered!?"

Chen Ming's face turned pale, but his next consciousness was not to escape.

But, fight!

Before the woman fired the shot, Chen Ming pulled the trigger in advance!

"Bang!"

A green light suddenly pierced through the glass and then fell into Sandro's back. Then, Sandro made a muffled sound and then fell down!

And the next moment, Chen Ming threw down his sniper rifle and flashed to the side without thinking!

Another crisp sound came from Chen Ming's ear. A bullet actually pierced through Chen Ming's scope, rubbed Chen Ming's cheek, and flew over!

God is accurate!

Chen Ming was surprised, but he didn't dare to think about it anymore. He crawled, then quickly crawled, and within a second, he quickly evacuated and disappeared on the roof.

The woman holding the M1911A1 type pistol did not chase after her anymore. She glared and squatted down to check on Sandro who was hit by Chen Ming's sniper gun.

"A hole has been pierced in the lungs. If rescue is not promptly done, you will definitely die." A cold light flashed through the woman's exotic blue eyes.

The Sandro struggled to reach out his hand, raised it up tremblingly, grabbed the woman, and said intermittently: "Save me...Save me...Save me...An...Morgan..."

Ann Morgan.

A woman from the Morgan family in North America.

The pistol in my hand, the name of the gun, "curtain"!

On the world pistol ranking, the M1911A1 type pistol ranked tenth. This famous gun was forged by Samuel Colt, the founder of Colt. While the pistol he designed was purchased by the US government, he left a pistol he thought was the most perfect, named "Heavycurtain". Later, Bingham Co., Ltd. in the United States produced a 40-round large-capacity drum that can be directly inserted into the pistol without modifying any parts of the pistol. Colt's descendants seamlessly adapted this technology to transplant it to this "Heavycurtain", and then improved and designed the pistol itself. Therefore, a M1911A1 type pistol with an extra-large 40 rounds was born, named "Curves" in Chinese.

This treasure that should have been lying in Jiang Chengyou's study was now held in An Morgan's hand, and a shot pierced through Chen Ming's light sniper rifle's scope!

Ann Morgan looked sympathetic, but she was not a doctor after all, so she could only help. She left Sandro, looked at the direction where Chen Ming disappeared, her eyes were soft, she took out her cell phone, and made a phone call.

"Sandro is dead."

As soon as the other party was connected, Ann Morgan immediately reported it.

Standard American pronunciation.

“…Who do you think it did it…”

On the phone, there was a man's voice, a little feminine, and asked faintly.

"I'm not very clear...but next I will send someone to investigate immediately. The other party ran away in a hurry, and all the tools of the crime were left at the scene. I believe that as long as you find any clues there, you can find out who is here." Ann Morgan said respectfully in a report tone.

"No need to check, isn't the result clearly there? Workers' Socialist Party MP Sandro died, and even a fool would suspect that he would go to the BJP. After all, he is an enemy party that is incompatible with water and fire..." The man on the other end of the phone spoke contemptuously and sternly.

"Do you think it was the man from the BJP? Not so... I don't think the BJP has the courage to do such a bold and reckless thing when the election is down." Ann Morgan snickered and said lightly.

"Don't worry about the general election downwards. Let's check the recent series of actions of the BJP. Who are they getting closer to? Are the fanatics in the Basque Country, or people from the Northern Alliance... or... that godfather of Sicily, Italy who has been nosy and willing to stand up for trouble in recent years... Patrick?"

The man on the phone laughed more and more as he spoke, his expression gradually became gloomy and cold. It sounded like he understood something.

"So...what should..." Ann Morgan puzzled.

"Catch the person who shot first... If it was really one of these people, I can only say that it was done too well. A bullet triggered the Catalonian riot, which was really good..." The man seemed to have more ideas, and he heard Ann Morgan's suspicion, and seemed to be a little confused.
Chapter completed!