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"Straight-line distance is 534 meters."

"Wind speed is 2.7 meters per second."

"There's no fog and no large dust particles in the air, visibility is high."

For a sharpshooter, such distance and weather conditions represented a rare opportunity.

A black earpiece hung from his right ear.

Dressed in a black bodysuit that stretched tight over his muscles, he blended into the night.

This spot offered a wide view yet was concealed, hard to detect.

A voice came through the earpiece.

"Ready to make a move?"

"Not yet," the sharpshooter replied, frowning as he held his binoculars. "There's an old man with him, I'll wait until he's alone before I act."

It wasn't because he was worried about harming the innocent; he wanted to minimize the noise.

The voice in the earpiece continued.

"You sure you don't need my help? Tell me his details, and I'll act with you. There's no way he can escape."

"No need," the sharpshooter said without hesitation, "Why would I share my prey with you?"