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Unfortunately, the curtains in the hotel bedroom were all closed, and the target could not be seen at all.

it's fine.

For the world's top snipers, it doesn't matter whether they can see the target with their own eyes.

"Ding dong!"

"Ding dong!"...

The doorbell rang crisply.

Hearing the sound, Yue Qianshan stood up from the sofa and ran to open the door himself.

As the door opened, the hotel attendant appeared at the door.

"Hi sir, we are here to deliver lunch to our valued customers."

Yue Qianshan shook his head: "I'm not hungry, thank you."

"Uh... yes, sir."

The hotel waiter saluted and pushed the dining car away.

Yue Qianshan immediately closed the door, and then went back to the living room to sit, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

At the corner of the corridor.

The waiter looked around, but there was no one around.

this moment.

He immediately pressed the headset: "Jackal, call the jackal."

"The jackal received it, please talk about 3.3."

The mysterious man's voice came from the headset. "The target has entered the bedroom to sleep." "OK!" The call ended.

next moment.

In the building 500 meters away, the mysterious man unfolded the drawings and compared the layout of the rooms on the drawings to quickly calculate.

Five seconds, ten seconds, 30 seconds...

The mysterious man put away the drawings and came to the sniper rifle.Calculate wind speed, calculate azimuth, adjust angle... "Huh!"

The mysterious man took a deep breath, and then breathed slowly.

He entered the final sniper moment.Tens of seconds of silence: ten, nine, eight... five, four...

at this time.

At this critical moment, Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes in the hotel bedroom.

Endless brilliant brilliance flickered in his eyes.

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Lin Yuan turned over in an instant, and pressed Sister Jinghua under her body.

The sudden movement woke up Jinghua sister on the spot. "Brother, what are you doing?" Sister Jinghua looked confused.

this moment.

"Three, two, one!"

In the distant building, the silent counting of the mysterious man just ended.With a callused hand, he squeezed the trigger heavily... "Bang——"

The terrifying sonic boom sounded violently, almost shattering the window glass.

An armor-piercing bullet exited the chamber immediately, shot forward in an instant, and shot into the bedroom of the St. Regis Hotel.

The speed is so fast that it exceeds three times the speed of sound and reaches an astonishing 800 meters per second.

In almost less than a second, the bullet crossed a space distance of 500 meters and shot directly into the hotel and into the bedroom. "Boom—"

Glass shattered and the curtains were torn into a large hole. "Ah - Lin Yuan let out a miserable scream, his entire right arm was hit and smashed to pieces on the spot. The pieces of flesh flew everywhere;

Endless blood spurted wildly from the severed arm, turning the policewoman under her into red on the spot.

Blood dripping. "ah----"

The police flower girl screamed.

But with a bang, the bedroom door was knocked open, and Yue Qianshan and others rushed in. "no no!"

Seeing the tragic image in the house, Gu Yihe and others collectively wailed.

24 is over.

We failed to protect Lin Yuan, and our mission failed.

Yue Qianshan rushed up quickly, tore up the sheet in an instant, and blocked Lin Yuan's broken arm. "Ambulance, call an ambulance. Quick, quick!" Yue Qianshan yelled sadly.

Gu Yihe quickly took out his mobile phone, ready to call the emergency number in the United States.

The other bodyguards immediately ran to the window, blocking the killer's sight with their bodies...

at this time.

"Don't...don't hit!"

Lin Yuan was sweating profusely, and shouted weakly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was astonished.

what's the situation?

Why can't I make an emergency call?

Lin Yuan didn't answer the doubts of the bodyguards, he was talking to himself: "The killer actually predicted my prediction. System, end [deduce the future] and return to the real time scale."

With the issuance of this command, time and space are distorted.

Time reversed in an instant, and quickly returned to the scale of reality... -10 minutes;

-30 minutes; -1 hour.

One hour ago, realistic time scale.

in the bedroom.

Lin Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, he came back from the state of deduction in the future.

At this moment.

The sister Jinghua next to her was sleeping peacefully, and the whole bedroom was silent.

Lin Yuan's whole body was also intact.

No broken arms, no blood spurting...

"Who did this horse riding? Which force wants to kill me?"

Lin Yuan said silently in his heart, thinking silently.

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

Thinking to no avail, Lin Yuan got up, put on his pajamas, got up lightly, and walked out of the bedroom.

Seeing the "boss" come out, Yue Qianshan, Gu Yihe and the others got up immediately.

"boss!"

"boss!"

Yue Qianshan and others saluted.

Lin Yuan nodded and gave an order: "Call the hotel front desk: no lunch is delivered to my room. Call now, immediately, immediately."

"Uh……"

Yue Qianshan and the others were a little confused, but they still nodded in agreement: "Yes!"

After the sound fell, Yue Qianshan quickly walked to the hotel landline, picked up the microphone, and quickly called the front desk.

30 seconds later.

Yue Qianshan hung up the phone with a livid face: "Boss, the front desk of the hotel said that President Myron told you not to disturb your rest, so the hotel has not arranged to deliver lunch to this room." Lin Yuan: "..."

Grass!

Obviously, the person who knocked on the door to deliver food a few minutes before being sniped was also one of the killers.

Damn, who is going to kill me?

Lin Yuan was very angry.

If he didn't have the future system, he would be doomed.

But, what a pity.

As long as I don't want to die, no one can kill me.

With this in mind, Lin Yuan took out his personal mobile phone, made a quick call, and directly called Prince "Waleed".

Jingle Bell!

Jingle Bell!

After the bell rang twice, it was quickly connected.

"Hello, Mr.lin!" "Hello, prince. I just received private information: a certain force in your country wants to assassinate me." Lin Yuan said in a deep voice.

boom!

As soon as these words came out, it was like a bolt from the blue, sweeping the scene, sweeping through the depths of Prince Walid's heart. "What?!"

Yue Qianshan and the others were stunned. "What?!"

Prince Walid on the other end of the phone was also stunned.

"Oh, My_God! This is impossible, you are our 'Valented Customer' of Citibank. Who dares to kill you in the whole country of America?" Prince Walid exclaimed.

Immediately afterwards, the exclamation suddenly stopped.

"Uh, wait. Mr. Lin, please wait a moment, I'll make a call to check." "OK!" The phone hung up.

New York suburbs.Walid Manor.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Prince Walid immediately redialed the number and called the current President of the United States, Mr. George. "What? Someone assassinate your distinguished guest? Impossible!"

President George was stunned, and quickly denied: "The FBI and CIA have no such related plans, and besides, they would never dare to do so."

"Mr. President, are you sure?" Prince Walid asked in a deep voice. "I am sure!"

President George replied loudly: "If there is, you Citigroup should get the "Proposal" earlier than me." Waleed: "..." This is the truth, the truth.

I am the second shareholder of Citibank, and Citibank is one of the eight behind-the-scenes masters of the Federal Reserve.

In the United States, no one can bypass the Fed to do things.

Unless the Fed acquiesced, or... the other seven did it. "OH, My_God!" Thinking of this logic, Waleed became anxious and roared loudly: "Come on, call the seven big families including Morgan, Rothschild, Roosevelt, Kennedy... and ask them Who is trying to assassinate our Citibank clients?"

"Yessir!" The manor housekeeper immediately made a phone call, directly to the patriarchs of several major families in the United States.

1 minute, 3 minutes, 5 minutes...

The St. Regis New York.

In a high-rise building 500 meters away, the mysterious man's mobile phone suddenly vibrated at 987, making a low buzzing sound.

Feeling the vibration, the mysterious man immediately took out his phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello!" "Jackal, the assassination plan has been cancelled, leave quickly."

"Yessir!" The phone hung up.

The mysterious man quickly disassembled the sniper rifle placed on the coffee table into parts, and put them into the violin case.

The mysterious man got up, picked up the piano case, and quickly left the building.

at this time.