The cold night wind couldn't move Jin Xin's hairstyle that was fixed in place with hair gel. Like his hair, his hand, now holding a sleek black gun, was also steady.
The gun's body was long and slim, a silencer already fitted onto the muzzle. Jin Xin peered through the scope at St. Maria Hospital, occasionally repositioning the gun to aim at a window on the fifteenth floor.
The curtain of the window was drawn, blocking Jin Xin's view of the room's interior. However, he could easily imagine Li Jizu on the other side, relying on a respirator to sustain his despicable life.
Qian Qiaoqiao might be there too.
And perhaps, there were others near that room…
Jin Xin contemplated this as his phone, on silent mode, flickered again. The caller ID displayed Shen Yue's name.
Shen Yue had been calling him five times already. Shen Yue was in a hurry, and Jin Xin knew what Shen Yue's emergency was about. When his phone was about to auto-reject the call, he finally answered Shen Yue's call.