Qianyuan Mingzi had been well-prepared.
After a night of treatment and rest, not only had her fever subsided, but she also regained much of her strength. At the moment, she was lying on the roof of a flat house to the north, with a 26-type sniper rifle in her hands. Zhou Zhi was squatting beside her, providing vigilance.
The slowly moving crowd was less than four hundred meters away, and even without a scope, Qianyuan Mingzi could clearly see those gunmen mingling among the residents. Their attention was entirely drawn by the quiet beach, completely unaware of the trap laid out on the side. Or perhaps in their recognition, the "flanks" were merely a street and two rows of flat houses; as for four hundred meters away... it was debatable whether a bullet could even fly that far, let alone make an effective shot.
But for Qianyuan Mingzi, this distance was just a bit further than face-to-face.
