He deftly took out the gun barrel and assembled it together; the man reached out his hand, chambered a magazine, and stepped over to a corner of the rooftop. He deftly lay down and lined his eyes up with the scope.
East stands, direction... nine o'clock.
The man gradually moved the gun barrel, and as he did so, several figures quickly came into his field of vision.
Three people, a man, a woman, and a child, all wearing jeans and light jackets—Huangfu Jue's family of three.
The sniper rifle's crosshair lingered on Huangfu Jue's chest for a moment, then moved over, targeting Gan Tang, who was sitting beside him drinking water.
The man stretched out his hand to grab his phone and quickly typed in two characters in response.
Inside the restroom on the square, Qian Xueying's phone vibrated lightly. Watching the words "Received" on the screen, she lifted the corners of her lips and quickly typed a few characters in reply.
"I want him to die in his mother's arms!"
