Boyle began changing clothes, preparing to leave, when at different locations, both Queen and Hunter received a message on their phones.
Only one sentence - The target is about to appear.
"The boss said the target is coming out."
White Bear, looking at his phone, quickly alerted his wife.
Queen's eyes were already close to the scope, entering shooting mode.
"Got it."
On Hunter's side, after Disaster Star relayed the message, he too aimed his reticle at the exit.
Song Heping had already set up his L115A3 sniper rifle, which had no issues with accuracy or range.
700 meters was a piece of cake.
After about ten minutes, the revolving door of the private club moved.
Song Heping adjusted his breathing, lowering his frequency once again.
The oscillation of the reticle began to decrease.
Wind, light.
All environmental factors had been adjusted.
When Boyle appeared in the lens, he was walking towards the bulletproof car parked outside the main door.
