Hello, Mr. Major General

Although Sean has a background, his personal qualities are also very good, otherwise he would not rise so fast.

This time, he wants to make another big vote to convince people like the CIA.

At dusk the next day, Sean had been lying in wait for a whole day on the top floor of the small building opposite the apartment building where Huo Shaoheng was haunted.

During the whole day, he saw Huo Shaoheng only come out three times, once in the morning and once at noon. It is now evening, and he should have come out for dinner.

Kneeling on the roof on the third floor with one leg motionless, the wind speed and airflow have been measured many times. The dark sight is the most advanced digital smart sight of the US military. The accuracy is said to be comparable to that of the radar for launching ballistic missiles. Locked, no one can survive.

As the sun sets, the afterglow is cut into geometric patterns by New York’s high-rise buildings, just like the master’s abstract paintings.

Huo Shaoheng came downstairs and stood in front of the shop window for a while as usual.

Sean was lying in wait on the top of the small building opposite him to observe him for a day, and he also observed Sean for a day.

This person is not very patient. Huo Shaoheng observed that he shakes his hands almost three times every hour. Every three hours, he has to stand up and kick his legs. Although the speed is very fast, these are fatal to snipers error.

This also means that the person is unable to concentrate on lurking.

At dusk, Huo Shaoheng knew that Sean would not be able to wait any longer, and he would definitely do it at this time.

Stepping out of his temporary hiding place, Huo Shaoheng has made sufficient preparations.

Hidden in his sleeve is a modified high-power high-precision long-handled sniper pistol. Of course, it has no longer range and power than a heavy sniper, but the range and accuracy are sufficient for the person on the top of the small building opposite.

Standing in front of the window, I felt the scorching sunset glow from the side. At the same time, there was a small red dot that was not easily noticeable. It moved slowly, from the window to Huo Shaoheng’s back, and finally aimed at him. The position of the back heart stopped.

Huo Shaoheng didn't look back. When the little red dot projected from the opposite floor disappeared from the shop window, he knew he was locked.

Seeing that the little red dot disappeared, Huo Shaoheng knew that the other party was about to attack him. His eyes flickered. At the same time as the little red dot disappeared, he quickly turned sideways, his left hand stretched out from his pocket like lightning, palms spread out, palms There is a crystal prism swaying in the direction of the flickering scope on the top floor of the small building opposite.

This crystal prism not only has a smooth and colorless lens, but also has the effect of a convex lens.

It can concentrate the light and reflect it back, and can magnify the light a hundred times.

At that moment, the crystal prism gathered the afterglow of the setting sun and reflected straight in the direction of Sean's scope!

Sean was looking at Huo Shaoheng's back from the scope, his finger almost pulling the trigger, at this moment, Huo Shaoheng's back suddenly disappeared from the cross-shaped vision of his scope.

Instead, a glare appeared in an instant!

Like a little sun!

Sean yelled "Oh", and he was focusing on the right eye of the scope as if he had been burned by a laser. His hand shook with pain and pulled the trigger.

It is conceivable that this kind of conditioned reflex sniper has no effect at all, and the bullets don't know where they are flying, only a whistling gunshot that the bullets cut through the air.

Huo Shaoheng took advantage of the opportunity of the left-hand crystal prism to disrupt the sight of the sniper scope, the high-power long-handled sniper gun that had been hidden in the sleeve of his right hand stretched out, aiming at the target on the opposite third floor that had just shaken the trigger!

boom!

There was also a gunshot, and a round bullet hole suddenly appeared in front of Sean's forehead who just raised his hand to rub his right eye.

Sean's eyes were wide open, as if he hadn't understood what was going on, he was already furious and fell on the roof of the sixth floor with a snap.

In the chaos, although the two shot at the same time, the people in Harlem seemed to hear only one shot, and then someone yelled "The police are coming!"

There were chaotic footsteps on the street,

Huo Shaoheng was no exception, his shot was almost at the same time as Sean's shot, so that no one noticed that he also shot.

He lifted the hat of the hooded shirt to cover his face, and as the crowd ran out of the Harlem block to the subway station, before the police blocked the block, he returned to New York Central Station and took the train from here. Back to the apartment after a long absence.

From the messy and inferior neighborhoods of New York to the spotless, post-modern upscale neighborhoods, Huo Shaoheng is really not used to it.

He returned to his room, took a shower and washed himself before ordering a pizza delivery, then sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control, and started watching TV.

Sure enough, major television stations are now broadcasting the hot news that the young and promising director of the Asian Intelligence Department of the CIA was shot and headshot in Harlem.

In the live TV live, Huo Shaoheng could even see Sean's staring face and the clear bullet hole on his forehead.

Huo Shaoheng smiled and drew a cross on his chest, "Rest-in-peace...".

After a while, the doorbell rang at the door, and pizza was delivered.

Huo Shaoheng opened the door, took the steaming pizza from the takeaway brother, and gave him a tip of ten dollars.

The big pizza, which was only 16 dollars in total, gave a tip of ten dollars. This is a very generous tip in the takeout career of the takeaway boy. He bowed and nodded repeatedly, thanking Huo Shaoheng.

Huo Shaoheng smiled and waved his hand, closed the door, put the pizza box directly on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and opened a bottle of beer for himself, drinking beer and eating pizza while admiring his masterpiece.

The TV showed that Sean’s sniper rifle was still standing on the low wall of the rooftop, facing the sky alone.

The excited host was analyzing who shot Sean to death, and who did Sean want to deal with here?

However, everyone's excitement did not continue. Soon the CIA applied for a court injunction order to prohibit the TV station from broadcasting the case.

Although it was spread on the Internet, the video was deleted from the entire network. You can only discuss the situation at that time in words, and no one can post pictures or videos.

Huo Shaoheng sighed, turned off the TV and went to sleep.

He hasn't slept for several days, so he needs to sleep well.

...

James didn't expect Huo Shaoheng to do what he said and gave him a big gift.

Two days after Sean's death, the CIA CIA promoted James to the full director of the Asian Intelligence Department.

James is very good at being a man. He immediately promoted one of his most loyal subordinates to the deputy director-general. The tension in the entire Asian Intelligence Department changed.

Sitting in the director's office where Sean once sat, James was in an extremely mixed mood.

He thought blankly, Huo Shaoheng does have the ability, but this ability is too great.

James secretly warned himself that it is better to be friends with this kind of person.

Be an enemy with him, you feel your own weight, are you qualified to fight with others?

Even Sean was shot headshot by him unconsciously. Can James be younger and stronger than Sean?Could it be better than Sean's marksmanship from assassination?

Of course not, so what did he use to fight Huo Shaoheng?

Obviously, the benefits of working with him are more.

Besides, he has already stepped into the muddy water. After Sean's death, James still made a little effort in it...

James took a deep breath and decided to leave a message at No. 38 Scallop Bay, Long Island after get off work. After Sean's case is over, he will have an interview with Huo Shaoheng.

...

After six o'clock in the evening, the seaside of Long Island, New York was steaming hot and humid.

As James walked, the back of his dark suit was all sweaty.

Standing in front of the small iron gate at the entrance of No. 38 of Scallop Bay, I heard the melodious violin sound from inside, and the leaves moved slightly, making it cooler than other places, like a paradise.

James looked around, then rang the doorbell.

After a while, a Chinese woman in her forties came up and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Since James came to leave a message to Huo Shaoheng, he naturally had to show some sincerity. He handed the middle-aged woman a letter, "Please give this letter to Mr. Gu."

This is the code word he and Huo Shaoheng agreed.

The middle-aged woman shook her head, "Did you find the wrong place? We don't have Gu, but Tan."

James was stunned, but still insisted: "Is Miss Tan at home? She knows."

The middle-aged woman accepted the letter after hearing this gentleman talk about their young lady, "Then I will ask."

Taking this letter into the house, she went to Tan Guiren's living room: "Miss, there is a gentleman outside who said to give this letter to Mr. Gu."

Guiren Tan was playing the violin, and when he heard the words put down the bowstring, he frowned and said, "Mr. Gu? You didn't tell him that he is named Tan instead of Gu?"

"I said, he said you know..." The middle-aged woman hurriedly argued, saying that she didn't receive the letter in a confused manner.

With a move in his heart, Guiren Tan immediately remembered what Huo Shaoheng had said to her. He hurriedly stood up, put the violin in the case, and said, "I remember, someone asked me to forward a letter."

She took the letter from the middle-aged woman, hurriedly went downstairs, came to the courtyard gate, and saw a well-dressed middle-aged white man standing there smiling.

"Excuse me, are you...?" Tan Guiren asked curiously, "I will forward this letter to Mr. Gu, do you have anything else to say?"

"He understood after reading this letter." James was relieved, nodded to Guiren Tan, then turned and left.

After he left, Tan Guiren remembered that Huo Shaoheng did not leave her any contact method.

She doesn't know how to notify him now.

Anxiously, he took the letter and returned to the house. Guiren Tan wanted to call his parents in China and ask them if they had any contact information for Huo Shaoheng.

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