I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1307 - First Blood

Chapter 1307: First Blood

Bang, bang!

Two quick shots were concealed by the rolling thunder.

The smoke diffused.

There was a terrifying blood hole on their forehead, and two figures, one after another, fell into the pool of blood.

The silver revolver was hoisted again, and Garek dropped the guitar case to the ground.

He walked forward and dragged the two bodies from the clock tower window to the wooden box under the stairs. He took out two claymores from his backpack and placed them behind the locked wooden door.

Unless there was something wrong with the clock tower, under normal circumstances, no one would come to the attic. In addition, the Colombian police must have done their homework and temporarily closed this clock tower during the visit of Xin delegation.

After he had set up the trap, he returned to the window and opened the redwood guitar case.

Large and small parts neatly filled all the space in the guitar case.

Garek skillfully assembled the parts, then placed the sniper rifle on his shoulder and aimed around a few times.

The wide magazine, the square muzzle with openings on both sides made it extremely easy for anyone, even without the slightest knowledge about weapons, to call out the name of this rifle.

Barrett.

To be precise, it was the Barrett M107A1, a new product from Barrett. Different from the old M82 series, as the world’s newest, most advanced, and most powerful sniper rifle, its effective range reached an astounding 2000 meters, and gained its name as the “silencing cannon” in the sniper industry.

Garek loaded the bullets painted red into the magazine one by one, he pulled the bolt and sneered.

API armor-piercing incendiary bullets could penetrate 11mm thick rolled homogeneous steel at a 45-degree angle within one kilometer, and produce more than 20 shrapnel behind the armor, as well as a combustion effect comparable to aviation kerosene. It was no exaggeration to say that even if the Xin president was in an armored vehicle, he was confident that it would only take one shot.

As for missing?

He never thought about it.

Every member of the Kurofune possessed a superpower.

The power that transcended the world was a gift from higher civilization.

And his abilities happened to be tailored for his role…

With the M107 placed on the window, he moved his eyes to the scope, looked through the pouring rain, he pressed the headset on his ear, and said coldly.

“This is Hunter, I’m in place.”

…

Along with the violent wind from the Western Pacific, the thunderstorm lasted from yesterday morning till the next day afternoon.

However, even in the terrible weather, the beauty of the city remained undiminished.

It was during the peak tourist season, and the streets of Bogota were full of tourists from all over the world. Umbrellas were connected together, and the crowd was bustling underneath. They traversed through the streets full of shops designed with South American culture and dazzling amounts of merchandise.

On the rainy street, Lilith, who stood in front of a cafe, looked at the crowd under umbrellas on the street blankly, like a child separated from her parents.

Several waiters at the entrance of the cafe were eyeing her as they discussed whether or not she needed help.

Boom——

The dull thunder reverberated from afar.

Just then, Lilith’s eyelashes suddenly moved.

After a while, accompanied by electric static noise, a strange male voice intermittently came into her ear.

“…This is Hunter, I’m in place.”

As if she received a signal, Lilith slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of the clock tower; her green pupils slightly zoomed-in.

“There?”

The waiter at the entrance of the cafe finally agreed on a plan and sent the girl who was best at dealing with children.

A South American girl in her twenties, in the café uniform, walked out the door.

However, just when she wanted to go over and ask the girl if she needed help, she was surprised to find that the girl who had stood there was gone…

…

It was almost time.

Garek bit the tip of his tongue in excitement, and the crosshair in his scope was firmly locked in on the bustling street hundreds of meters away.

Andrew used his mental intervention ability on the embassy staff who went out and obtained the itinerary of the delegation. At five in the afternoon, the convoy would pass by here to attend a dinner hosted by the Colombian Presidential Palace in the city center.

Hirst would use his transformation ability to disperse the army responsible for the security of this area. Andrew would use his power to identify Zhang Yaping’s vehicle.

Then, all he had to do was pull the trigger and escape from here. He would then go to an apartment about two blocks away from here, untie the CIB agent named Braddock, then give a bullet to his head, and fake a scene that the helpless CIB agent was responsible for the crime, and was finally killed by someone.

“A world war?” Excitement flashed from his eyes.

The gunshots of Sarajevo lit the powder keg of World War I.

And now, the trigger that would determine the fate of the world was held tightly in his hand, and he could even feel the coldness coming from his index finger.

The convoy drove away from the presidential palace in the city center. The delegation that had concluded its visit was returning in the direction of the embassy.

Garek opened the safety, took a deep breath, and entered his state.

It was not the right time yet.

At this moment, there were two sudden popping noises from downstairs.

Garek was taken aback for a moment and immediately became alert.

The mines exploded?

Suddenly, terror went up from his spine to his forehead.

Almost out of reflex, Garek let go of the sniper rifle in his hand and dove to the side.

There was a muffled noise behind him, and a silver thorn with the thickness of an index finger was nailed to his original position, and it actually sank into the wall.

A cold drop of sweat oozed out from Garek’s forehead as he narrowly escaped death.

He did not hesitate to pull out the silver revolver from his waist. When he saw the girl at the door clearly, he was surprised for a second, but the index finger that pulled the trigger did not slow down for a moment.

BANG!

The bullet flew!

But a strange scene happened.

The bullet hit Lilith’s eyebrows, but after a sharp clank, like hitting a sheet of metal, the bullet bounced away.

“How is this possible!”

Garek’s heart jumped wildly and his eyes widened. He shot three times, but all the bullets bounced off.

As he saw the silver long blade that was gradually condensing in front of Lilith, his heart withered, his pupils suddenly constricted, and he cursed.

“Fu*k. A supernatural!”

He threw away the revolver in his hand. Then, as both of his hands reached for his waist, his ability instantly activated—

Bullet time!

Everything in his field of view started to slow down.

He took out two sharp daggers and his legs suddenly exerted force. He locked onto Lilith who looked at him expressionlessly and aimed at her delicate throat.

He had a smirk on his face as he took swift and slow steps in the almost frozen time-space.

“Go to hell!”

In the almost stagnant time, he was God.

No one could beat him in close combat!

But the next second, there was a trace of despair in his pupils.

“No!”

Garek cried out. He was about to dodge, but it was too late.

Everything was slowing down, except for the silver blade that condensed.

The silver shadow flickered, and before he could even give his last words, his head flew to the corner of the room like a football.

The expression of horror froze on his face.

Lilith ignored the headless corpse that was still spraying blood and walked to the side of Garek’s head. The pupil of her right eye flickered slightly, and a layer of light blue ripples scanned across her sight.

After she collected the facial features of the killer, she quickly connected it to the quantum communication satellite in the synchronous orbit and matched it with the data in the Ghost Agent database. In less than two seconds, the matching result appeared in front of her.

Garek, a mercenary and a core member of the Kurofune. Ability: Bullet Time. He died two years ago during the pursuit of Ghost Agents.

Obviously, he didn’t really die, but faked a death, so that now he appeared here.

A stream of data flashed in her pupils, and realization quickly appeared in her eyes.

“The Kurofune? I see.”