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Chapter 233 Sniper 

Her stance wasn’t textbook. 

Prone was the most stable position for sniping. 

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But there was nowhere to lie down up here. She had to crouch, lean her weight forward, and brace against the sill. 

Maya’s heart was hammering. Her hands were tingling. She bit her lip. The tension was making her brain hum with a strange, almost electric alertness. 

Am I… maybe a little messed up in the head? 

She let the stray thought rattle around for a moment, then refocused on the rifle. 

She had to make the first shot count. 

Maybe… two shots. 

From the sixth floor, the street below looked like a gray ribbon squeezed between two rows of old buildings. 

Through the scope, the world transformed. 

The crosshairs sliced the view into four quadrants. Everything was magnified, pulled close. 

Every detail was crystal clear. 

Maya’s finger rested outside the trigger guard. Her breathing was compressed to the smallest possible rise and fall. 

The crosshairs were trained on the building’s exit. 

The system could feel her tension. 

“Maya, normally a sniper would have a spotter for support. Stay calm. I’ll call out positions for you.” 

Maya blinked. 

She’d never imagined that her first time sniping, her partner would be that robotic system. 

If the system was her spotter, then any miss was entirely on her. 

“Thanks.” 

The wait was excruciating. 

Dawn broke. Without warning, the system’s cold electronic voice sounded in her ear. 

“Maya. 

“Southeast. The door is about to open.” 

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Maya’s finger tightened a fraction. 

She shifted the scope several degrees to the southeast. 

Any moment now, George would walk out that door. 

She was the only person who could decide whether he lived or died. 

No. 

She wasn’t the only one. 

They’d also placed two gunmen. 

The sniper was just one layer. 

If the sniper failed, the gunmen were backup. Maya’s priority was to eliminate the gunmen first. 

Soon, in the scope, the door opened. 

But Liam was nowhere in sight. 

Where was he? 

Maya had been planning to put a round in Liam, too. Let that righteous little crusader taste a bullet. 

But through the scope, she could only see the lower half of George’s face. 

If she hadn’t known him so well, the unfamiliar outfit would have fooled her into thinking this was a disguised gunman-and she’d have shot him on the spot. 

The system spoke again. 

“Northwest. Approximately 1,600 feet. Moving target. Possible gunman.” 

Maya’s heart leapt into her throat. 

She swung the scope off George and swept northwest. 

One figure. Half-hidden behind a wall. 

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There was something in his hands-could be a rifle, could be a submachine gun. He was moving fast in their direction. 

“Northwest. Approximately 1,500 feet. Wind’s coming from the north at seven mph. Hold zero-one inches right.” 

Maya nudged the crosshairs a hair to the right. 

Zero-one inches through the scope was barely the width of a strand of hair. 

But at 1,300 feet, that correction meant several inches of shift in the bullet’s trajectory. 

Raymond had taught her how to calculate wind deflection. 

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But she couldn’t do it as fast as the system. Or as accurately. 

Maya’s finger settled silently on the trigger. 

“Freeze! Don’t move!” 

The gunman didn’t know George by sight. When a figure emerged from the stairwell matching the target’s build, every nerve in his body went taut. 

He tightened his grip on the gun. 

“Turn around. Take the hat off.” 

This man had at least a shred of conscience. He wanted to confirm the face before pulling the trigger. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t killing the wrong person. 

If it were George, he wouldn’t bother. 

He’d fire first, then check the body. 

Right target? Job done. Wrong target? No big deal. Dead men don’t file complaints. 

George sighed inwardly. 

No way around it. 

He really, really wanted to survive. 

He didn’t want to die. 

Nobody wanted to die willingly. But right now, it wasn’t up to him. 

George stood motionless. His face was a shade of white that didn’t belong on the living. He lowered his eyes. Slowly, he raised his hand toward the brim of the cap. 

At that exact moment. 

Maya shifted the crosshairs. They settled on the man. 

Her finger tightened on the trigger. 

Bang. 

The gunshot detonated across the empty sixth floor, rattling the window frames, stabbing through her eardrums. 

A hole opened in the man’s chest. 

His gun clattered to the ground. He dropped, straight and stiff. 

No words came out of his mouth. 

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The bullet tore through the wind. The only thing left echoing in the air was the dying report of the kill shot. 

George stumbled back two steps. He stared at the man who’d just collapsed at his feet. 

The boy’s eyes went wide with shock. 

He looked at the scene. 

And thought, with terrible timing, Where on Earth did they find a sniper this incompetent? 

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