"90%. The perpetrator does not seems to be conscious of this area. There aren't any obstacles, and the distance from the hostages is over ten meters. Should we give it a try?"
Jing Xin took a few puffs of his cigarette before tossing it onto the ground and saying viciously, "Let him shoot. If he makes the hit, I'll personally award him with a medal."
From the rooftop of a building 300 meters away from Fang Tian Corporation, a sniper looked at Fang Xingjian through his sniper scope and let out a long breath while continuously stroking the trigger with his finger.
At the next moment, his finger pressed down fiercely, and a bullet short out with a blaze from the gun barrel. It tore through the air at a speed of over three times that of sound and headed for Fang Xingjian's chest.
