Ren He was waiting for this moment, he knew very well who he was dealing with.
Not Allen in the room, nor the assassins coveting Allen's wealth, but the CIA outside the door.
From his angle, all he could see was the person on the fourth floor, but this one person was not enough to satisfy Ren He's appetite.
He had to let the CIA's men rush in so he could see them, and then he could lock onto their lives with his sniper rifle.
If Mark Pen and his team thought they had the game in hand with a pincer move, then let's not disturb his sweet dream just yet.
And the moment they rushed in, Ren He would deliver the deadliest blow.
Now was the time!
With a bang, the bullet roared through the rainy night like thunder, spinning wildly!
In autumn, thunder sounds less often and is weaker, because it doesn't have strong convectional weather like summer.
