Ultimate Master in Urban

Chapter 183 - 191: Goodbye, Assassin Trench!

"The United States M110 sniper rifle, range 1000 meters!"Ye Feng's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and in that moment, he turned to look at an abandoned building by the roadside.o check, finding that his twenty rounds were indeed spent.

"Who... who are you!!!"

The assassin felt a chill run down his spine, and cold sweat began to flow down his forehead.

He had carried out several assassination missions in Jiangnan City and knew the local security experts like the back of his hand, but he had never heard of such a formidable character.

"Damn bastard! To think that they told me it was just a woman!"

The assassin ground his teeth in anger, hating the informant to the bone.

"Once I get back, I will definitely kill him! But before that, I need to get out of here first!"

Facing someone who could easily dodge bullets, the assassin immediately thought of retreating. He loaded another magazine into his sniper rifle, picked up the gun case, and was about to climb down the wall of the third floor.

Just at that moment, an eerie voice suddenly echoed through the third floor.

"In such a rush to leave?"

Huh?

The assassin was first taken aback, then his complexion dramatically changed. Without thinking, he drew a pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger towards the source of the voice.

But just as his finger barely touched the trigger, he felt a numbness in his arm, and then saw a silver needle embedded in his wrist.

"My hand..."

The assassin was both shocked and fearful; after the silver needle struck his wrist, a tingling numbness spread, and his arm dropped uncontrollably.

"Right hand holding the gun, body leaning forward 20 degrees, knees slightly bent at 15 degrees, ankles powering up! This is the garbage shooting technique of a killer's hole!"

Ye Feng's voice leisurely came through, as he pinpointed the assassin's identity with his words, leaving the assassin terrified.

Simply by the way he held the gun, his identity had been exposed. This was definitely not someone from the Jiangnan security circle! Even the country's top special forces soldiers wouldn't have such a vicious eye!

"Who... who exactly are you..."

The assassin's eyes were fixed on Ye Feng, his left hand now holding the gun, but his arm was trembling violently. Even mustering all his strength, he dared not fire the gun.

Because he had already sensed the smell of death!

This was the intuition of a Gold Medal Killer!

As soon as he would fire, he was certain to die!

Ye Feng didn't answer the assassin's question, but looked at him with a cold, bloodthirsty gaze, "Tell me, who sent you, and I can give you a quick death."

"You..."

The assassin clearly felt the evil Qi emanating from Ye Feng, and the more he felt it, the more terrified he became.

This kind of evil Qi could only be condensed through years of killing, similar to soldiers in times of war, who would carry this evil aura. Especially when it was strong, they could be imposing enough to take on ten foes at once.

And now, he felt an overwhelming, suffocating aura of evil Qi from Ye Feng. Just how many people had this guy killed!

"Let... let me go, I swear I'll never set foot in Jiangnan City again!"

The assassin looked at Ye Feng with fear and trembling, gripping the gun tightly in his hand, ready to counterattack at any moment.