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"Nothing much. Do you know his background?" Shen Qingshui reacted unexpectedly and couldn't help but ask back.
"He's from Yanjing, but I don't know the specifics," Shen Qingyan replied softly, looking down.
"He's a Red Third Generation, with a prominent background. People like us from ordinary families can't possibly associate with someone like him," Shen Qingshui suddenly said.
"Brother, I'm just having a meal with him. Why are you making it such a big deal?" Shen Qingyan felt a bit embarrassed, her beautiful face flushing with two shades of red.
Shen Qingshui smiled slightly, "I'm just reminding you. Actually, whether I remind you or not doesn't really matter, but since I'm your brother, I still have to say something. I'm going on a long trip this time and don't know when I'll be back. If you need anything, just look for Mr. Luo. He's your boss and also an old friend of mine."
"Okay," Shen Qingyan nodded gently.
The meal was somewhat bland. Shen Qingshui was pondering about the trip to Guma Town while Shen Qingyan was thinking about Shen Zhiyu. The two chatted casually to pass the time.
That night, Shen Qingshui set off, and when the plane landed at the airport in Ming Province, the capital of Linan Province, it was still early morning. He immediately took a taxi for the long journey to Guma Town.
On the way, Shen Qingshui rested twice and treated the driver to meals both times. The driver had quite an appetite, devouring chicken legs and duck necks, and even took two cups of instant noodles with him.
After arriving in Guma Town, Shen Qingshui paid the driver and sent him away.
He spent three days tracking Zhang Yang's whereabouts and studying the terrain before finally selecting a Clock Tower as his sniper point. At this time, his equipment, an 85-style sniper rifle, also arrived in Guma Town.
Shen Qingshui chose this Clock Tower after researching Zhang Yang's residence and movements. Guma Town is not large; finding an outsider is not exactly effortless for an organization like the Heavenly Mechanism Group, but it's not difficult either. Although Zhang Yang had changed his appearance through disguise, determining his identity based on his arrival time in Guma Town and comparing it with local characteristics was not a challenging task.
The Clock Tower is directly opposite the alley where Zhang Yang's residence is located. Stepping out of the courtyard, one can see the Clock Tower by simply looking up. The small attic on top of the Clock Tower is usually closed off, with only one floor manned by staff assigned from the tourism bureau.
After selecting the Clock Tower, Shen Qingshui temporarily replaced the person on duty there. However, he couldn't stay too long to avoid raising suspicion. Specifically, he took over during evening hours and only had one day to assassinate Zhang Yang.
He placed the sniper rifle in the small attic on the top floor and locked the small door of the attic.
He could only afford to succeed in one shot; otherwise, there would be no further opportunities.
Shen Qingshui was experienced and had a meticulous mind. That night, he locked the door of the Clock Tower and slept in the small attic.
Zhang Yang and Wings were completely unaware of this. They never expected that letting a fat man go would attract Shen Qingshui, nor did they realize that behind Shen Qingshui was the Heavenly Mechanism Group and Luo Huasheng.
Zhang Yang and Wings were oblivious to this for an even more important reason: in the past few days, Zhang Yang had been learning Disguise Technique from Wings. Given Zhang Yang's current situation, which was akin to that of a wanted criminal, mastering disguise was undoubtedly beneficial.
For the past few days, the two had mostly stayed in the small courtyard, only going out occasionally to buy groceries.
At 4 AM the next morning, Shen Qingshui woke up. He carefully wiped his face with a wet wipe. He set up his sniper rifle and checked all its parts, waiting for the final deadly shot.
Coincidentally, that evening, Zhang Yang had indeed agreed with Wings to go out in the morning. Just before sleeping, Wings suddenly expressed a desire to eat Sour Soup Fish and planned to buy a large fish at the market in the morning, along with some side dishes. Hearing this made Zhang Yang's mouth water as he mentioned wanting Braised Chicken.
At 6:30 AM, the two men set out for the Morning Market. Two big men going to the market could either be foodies or househusbands.
When the courtyard door creaked open, Shen Qingshui's heart raced.
This was indeed somewhat unusual. He was a sniper of exceptional skill, among the best in his field. However, there are always exceptions; Zhang Yang's experiences and actions had already etched themselves into Shen Qingshui's mind like a legend.
Taking down such a person made it difficult for him to regain his usual professional calmness and stability. He took a deep breath as he watched the two walk into the alley, trying to steady his emotions.
The problem was that Wings was walking on Zhang Yang's side closer to the Clock Tower, which meant he was blocking Zhang Yang and making it difficult for Shen Qingshui to aim properly.
As Zhang Yang and Wings moved through the alley, a glimmer suddenly caught Wings' eye.
As an assassin who often walked on the edge of life and death, Wings had very keen instincts; he sensed that something was off about this glimmer!
At that moment, the early morning sunlight should not have been shining on his face. The reason he noticed the light was that a window in the small attic of the Clock Tower had opened, allowing sunlight to refract through.
"Don't panic; listen to me," Wings suddenly whispered to Zhang Yang while maintaining their original pace and movements. "That Clock Tower over there usually has its attic window closed, but today it's open. This doesn't seem good."
Zhang Yang was startled internally but maintained an expressionless facade.
"I'll count to three, you relax your body, and I'll grab you to jump into the yard next door," Zhang Yang said in a lowered voice.
"No need for that. Both sides have yards. I'll count to three, and we'll jump in opposite directions," Wings replied. He understood that Zhang Yang wanted to protect him by grabbing him, but that would also put his body in the line of fire. Wings' suggestion was undoubtedly more reasonable; if they jumped separately, no matter how formidable the opponent was, at least one of them could escape unharmed.
"One, two, three!" Wings shouted, suddenly exerting force and leaping into the adjacent yard. At that moment, Zhang Yang also sprang into action.
Shen Qingshui, who was aiming, suddenly narrowed his pupils. As Wings jumped, the back of his head was exposed to him, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger!
A master.
He had indeed discerned who Wings was and who Zhang Yang was. However, there were two reasons for targeting Wings: first, Zhang Yang's movements were clearly faster than Wings', significantly reducing the chance of hitting him; second, after hitting Wings, it was highly likely that Zhang Yang would rush to help him, giving Shen Qingshui another opportunity to take down Zhang Yang.
Shen Qingshui was not without merit; his judgment in that instant was undoubtedly correct.
However, the shot did not hit the back of Wings' head but struck his shoulder instead. At such close range, the sniper bullet passed through Wings' shoulder, creating a spray of blood that splattered against the wall opposite.
Wings' body twisted in mid-air before crashing to the ground.
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