{Chapter: 228 Target: Ye Feng's head!!}
Ye Feng gave a slow nod, swallowing his fury like a burning ember. "Thank you, Uncle Chen. And thank you too, Uncle Luo," he added, glancing toward Luo Yinghao in the front seat. "If it weren't for the both of you, I'd have died back there. I owe you both my life."
Luo Yinghao let out a dismissive snort, his expression irritated. "That punk Lin Yuan wouldn't dare touch you. I have too many people backing me up. His arrogance will cost him one day."
Despite his words, Luo's brows furrowed. Lin Yuan's blatant disrespect still gnawed at him.
After one final look back, Ye Feng turned his head forward, forcing himself to focus on surviving the moment. He had escaped the jaws of death this time, but he knew the war was just beginning. His hatred for Lin Yuan was now etched into his soul. He vowed silently—no matter what it took, no matter how long it took—he would kill him.
But unbeknownst to Ye Feng, Lin Yuan had no intention of letting things go either.
Even with Chen Meng and Luo Yinghao interfering and managing to extract Ye Feng, Lin Yuan had prepared for this very possibility.
He quickly wore gloves.
The African American man in dark clothing, who had been in the shadows nearby, suddenly stepped forward. Luke, the African-American mercenary known across borders for his unmatched firearms expertise, handed the weapon to Lin Yuan without hesitation.
Lin Yuan a massive sniper rifle—an intimidating, military-grade Barrett M82A1, known for its devastating power and extreme range. In fact it wasn't even called a sniper rifle as the thing was designed with destruction in mind.
Originally, Lin Yuan had brought the weapon here merely as a precaution, not expecting to use it. But now, as the Lincoln sedan slowly disappeared into the distance, he saw his chance.
He accepted the weapon and quickly dialed a number on his phone. Holding it to his ear, his voice was calm and direct. "Uncle Zeng, are you almost here?"
A deep voice answered from the other end. "Almost. Half a minute out. But I heard they've already taken the boy. Do I still proceed?"
Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping low. "Come."
With that single word, he ended the call and slipped the phone back into his coat.
But as Lin Yuan crouched down beside the low concrete barrier, adjusting the rifle's bipod with surgical precision, Luke's deep voice rumbled with concern.
"Are you sure about this, Mr. Lin?" Luke asked, his tone low and thoughtful. "I figured I'd be the one pulling the trigger today."
Lin Yuan accepted the rifle, his eyes gleaming with a chilling calm. The wind rustled his coat as he smirked.
"No need, Luke," Lin said coolly. "You're just here to take the fall if things go south. I'm the one pulling the trigger."
For a moment, Luke stared at the younger man beside him, silent. Then he let out a slow breath and gave a low chuckle, shaking his head.
"Man… you're colder than the last three contracts I ran in Siberia."
Lin Yuan's expression didn't change. With his eyes already narrowed down the scope, he responded without turning his head.
"And you'll find this job pays far better."
Luke glanced over his shoulder toward the distant Lincoln sedan now rolling steadily away, disappearing down the road like a silver fish through water.
"You take the shot," he muttered, "and I'll deal with the fallout."
Lin Yuan's fingers gripped the rifle tightly. His body was perfectly still, his breath even, his heartbeat slowing with trained control. The muzzle lined up like a sword drawn from a scabbard, aimed not at a body—but at a soul.
Positioned it carefully on its bipod, and began adjusting his scope. His fingers were quick, precise, as if he had done this a thousand times.
'Shen Lan,' he said quietly, invoking the system embedded within him. 'Upgrade my sniping skill—raise it to the Divine level.'
Immediately, the familiar voice of the system rang in his ears.
[Ding! 100 counterattack points consumed. Sniping skill upgraded to Elementary level.]
[Ding! Upgraded to Intermediate level…]
[Ding! Sniping skill upgraded to Advanced… Expert… Grandmaster…]
[Ding! Sniping skill successfully upgraded to Divine level!]
In the span of mere seconds, torrents of knowledge and muscle memory poured into Lin Yuan's mind. Dozens of techniques, calculations, ballistic data, breathing control, environmental adjustments—everything he could ever need to become a top-tier sniper—became second nature.
He already had Divine-level skills with pistols, but now, with this boost, his sniping ability was second to none.
The people behind him—Shi Shengnan, Chen Yu, and Luke—watched in awe, shocked at the transformation taking place before their eyes.
Lin Yuan took a breath and settled into position. His right eye pressed against the scope, and with his left shut, he tracked the Lincoln sedan through the magnifying lens. At a distance of nearly one kilometer, the vehicle was small—but not small enough to escape his view.
He steadied his breathing.
His target: Ye Feng.
Sitting at the back of the car, oblivious to the death aimed at him.
Lin Yuan subtly adjusted his aim. The car was still moving, so he compensated for speed, trajectory, and distance—everything down to wind direction and angle.
The muzzle rose ever so slightly.
And then—
BANG!!!
SWISH!!
The sound cracked like thunder. A shockwave reverberated through the air as the Barrett's massive bullet tore free from the barrel, roaring across the open distance.
Even the police cars escorting the Lincoln slammed on their brakes in alarm.
The bullet, larger than a man's palm and weighing over 100 grams, blazed through the air at nearly 800 meters per second. It was a shot meant for warzones—capable of punching through concrete, steel, and armored vehicles.
Its target: Ye Feng's skull.
As the massive round flew forward with unrelenting force, time seemed to freeze.
Everyone who had been near Lin Yuan—Shi Shengnan, Chen Yu, Luke—stood paralyzed in place. Their eyes followed the bullet's invisible path with breathless anticipation.
The question hung in the air like a guillotine suspended by thread:
Would Ye Feng survive?
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