This killer is Beauty 001 Professional Killer

  It was a sultry and quiet afternoon.

  The scorching sunlight shone directly on the narrow square in front of the city government, and the cement ground was almost cracked. In front of the square is the east-west main road that runs through the city - Nanhua Avenue, the black asphalt was softened by the sun, occasionally a car sped by, the tires making a sticky hissing sound.

  Not a single breeze. The national flag in front of the city government building couldn't wave in the wind, hanging limply on the flagpole like it was dehydrated. The mango trees along the street had dense leaves, but even they seemed lifeless on this afternoon.

  It's just lunch break now, and there is no one on the street. Even sanitation workers sit under mango trees, either chatting in a low voice or dozing off. The hot and humid air makes them sweat profusely. This is not the kind of sweat that comes out after intense exercise, but rather the kind that is steamed out by the sauna-like weather, so the sweat looks thick and smelly.

  What is most suitable for such an afternoon? Taking a nap? Drinking tea? Enjoying the cool breeze? Or chatting? Perhaps there are a thousand choices for a thousand people.

  A small-built man withdrew his gaze from the scope, keeping his body as still as possible, without a single twitch, only turning his head to glance at the watch on his right wrist: 1:40.

  If everything goes as planned, in twenty minutes the target will be sitting in his limousine, appearing on the square in front of City Hall and also in the crosshairs. At this moment, he chose to wait for prey.

  Although he was wearing a highly absorbent undershirt, the moisture in his body kept being squeezed out of his skin, and he had long felt that the sweat had soaked through the undershirt and stuck to his back.

  Intense sunlight, sweltering weather, and severe dehydration made even the well-trained him feel a hint of fatigue. At a time when everyone was drowsy, maintaining a fixed posture for 40 minutes on an unshaded rooftop would make even an iron man feel scorched.

  But it was precisely because of this that he chose such weather and time. Because in the early afternoon, people feel most tired and relaxed, and their nervous system reacts more slowly, making them less able to make effective defensive movements, and they are often at a loss when faced with a sudden attack, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

  Moreover, in order to prevent the target's subordinates and bodyguards from discovering and pursuing him, he specially chose the rooftop of this five-story small building across the street from the municipal government as his base.

  He is currently located three hundred meters from the city government square, which is a bit adventurous for a sniper. The rooftop wall has many potted plants, and his gun is placed between two inconspicuous potted plants in the corner. Although the short potted plants cannot block the 40-degree sunlight, these flower pots are enough to hide him very well, at least from the position where the target will get off the car, it is impossible to discover him quickly.

  Even if the target's bodyguard has people with very good eyesight, they can quickly discover him based on the direction of the bullet after he shoots, but a distance of 300 meters is enough for him to withdraw from the scene calmly. Even the smell on his body will be blown away by the wind, making it impossible for police dogs to track him down. This is also one of the reasons why he is willing to take risks.

  Thinking of this, he was filled with even more confidence in his actions. Through the straw at the corner of his mouth, he took a small sip of water and once again moved his eyes behind the scope.

  The replenishment of water restored his nervous excitement. The six-degree angle allowed him to just barely take in the steps in front of the city government building, with the aiming point exactly at the eighth step. At that place, he would shoot his target. To cause chaos, it was best on the steps, as the uneven ground always made people panic easily. Including the targets hit by bullets, panicked guards and bodyguards, they would all fall to the ground and roll down the steps, greatly delaying their reaction time.

  Fifty-one minutes past one.

  The target has not appeared yet. According to the intelligence provided by the organization, the target will appear at 2 pm today on time. To be on the safe side, he had already conducted a field survey yesterday noon and finally chose this location. Today, he arrived at the location one hour in advance, also to ensure monitoring of the surrounding situation, once an abnormality is found, it may be necessary to adjust the action plan and withdrawal scheme.

  So far everything has been as expected, with no unusual circumstances around.

  At this time, the sun had already passed its zenith and moved to his left rear. The light from this direction was best, not only could it avoid the reflection of the aiming mirror lens exposing his identity, but also the dazzling sunlight would make people who tried to look in this direction dizzy and blinded.

  His fingers moved away from the trigger, intending to exercise his stiff finger joints, but his index finger jumped abnormally. It wasn't because of numbness in his fingers, but at the same time a premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, a sense of impending danger.

  For a professional killer, either strong or weak can produce a premonition of the impending danger, or it can also be called alertness, only this alertness is much more sensitive than that of ordinary people.

  A sense of danger appeared suddenly and strongly, pressing him, forcing him to withdraw his gaze from the sight, slowly turning his head, checking the surroundings.

  To the right, fifty meters away, is a six-story small building that was once an abandoned office building. Twenty years ago, it was one of the tallest buildings in this area, but now it has been relocated and a new sixty-story Grade A office building will be built on that land. The building is now sealed off, and even if you don't break open the large gate, you can't get in - otherwise, he should also choose to make it his base.

  On the left is an elementary school, with houses all below four floors. Now, students have not yet started class. But in the campus, you can already see some little guys running across the playground under the sun, rushing towards the teaching building, and starting class at 2 pm. What a coincidental time.

  Behind him was a row of buildings several dozen stories high, he knew without looking that the nearest ones were over 400 meters away, and the rooftop door of this building also blocked his view, to see him, you had to go up to the 40th floor or higher of those buildings.

  And the rooftop door of this house had also been blocked by him from the outside with two pieces of wood, and one foot could not kick it open.

  He thought to himself that he was too sensitive, and there was nothing unusual around him. Besides, who would have thought that an assassin would come to carry out a mission at noon when the sun was scorching? Assassins should be active at nightfall or in the dead of night.

  However, the sense of danger in his heart has not been eliminated.

  Sweat trickled down his handsome face, dripping from his chin onto the canvas shoes on his feet, a deliberately designed position, not a single drop of sweat splashing onto the ground.

  Two dark green Toyota SUVs came from the east, slowing down and turning into the city government square. Without hesitation, he threw off the ominous premonition in his mind and entered a shooting state.

  But what was seen through the scope were two cars with obvious "press interview" signs on their doors, followed by a group of reporters, some carrying cameras and others holding microphones, who rushed to occupy advantageous positions below the stage.

  The reporters have all arrived, can the goal be far away?

  However, the journalist was an unexpected uninvited guest. His plan was to quietly shoot his target and then withdraw, in order to prevent the situation from escalating as much as possible, so he chose a time when there might be the fewest witnesses.

  The arrival of the reporter may completely destroy his plan, and the camera not only may capture the whole process of the target being killed, but also unintentionally capture his location, so the police can slowly find his trail from the video.

  However, he also cannot terminate the task just because of the arrival of the reporter. For an assassin, being low-key is important, but reputation is more important, and the deadline given by the client is this week. If it's missed today, there may not be another chance.

  In fact, he had no way out. A black sedan drove into the city government square under the escort of two police cars. A man in his 40s got out of the black sedan and appeared in his sight.