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Chapter 451 - 445, The Clue is Broken (First Update)_1

Chapter 451: 445, The Clue is Broken (First Update)_1

It was a violent night, the entire New York suburbs gradually came to a boil after the gunfire.

Too much had happened tonight, the expected and the unexpected, the inevitable and the preventable, all unfolded.

The residents here had called the police station countless times in the middle of the night, yet no police arrived; from the very moment the operation began, the police had already received a call from the National Security Agency, informing them of the operation and that others should not interfere.

At that time, they seemed to already have victory in their grasp.

The National Security Agency had always been very interested in Yang En, who had worked in combat zones for years and even recently, visited 16 countries as a medical expert.

What had been exchanged? Many people wanted to know.

Yet such a sure-fire mission unexpectedly went awry, and they had almost lost an entire tactical squad.

When the higher-ups received the operation report, their expressions changed unpredictably. The first half of the report was still fairly normal until the mysterious sniper appeared, abruptly throwing the situation into chaos.

They wanted to find this person’s identity or facial features from road surveillance, but the individual seemed to have deliberately avoided most of the cameras, and besides, being in the suburbs, there were fewer cameras to begin with during this period in 2007.

Only a few traffic cameras caught glimpses of him, but it seemed that he moved too quickly to discern his face—how fast must he have been running?

The National Security Agency personnel sealed off the entire scene, with a large number of people entering the area to collect traces of the battle, reconstructing the ballistics and other marks to try to recreate the combat situation.

One team, led by a group of Caucasian men, was particularly conspicuous; they constantly compared the distances from the ground-level battlefield to the high-rise buildings, then immediately headed to the 10-story building that served as the sniper point.

They had always been curious about how one person could breach the sniper point in an instant. After all, the tactical team was made up of elite soldiers—how could it be, as the report stated, that the assailant concluded the high-ground fight in mere seconds?

The Caucasian man carefully observed the high-rise, already forming a preliminary judgment in his mind, but still found it hard to believe; he sought incontrovertible evidence for himself.

Suddenly, his eyes brightened; he noticed a clean trace on the side wall of the high-rise where there should have been only dust—someone had climbed up to the rooftop from here!

As he had imagined, it would have been impossible for the rooftop entrance guards to break through the fire suppression and forcibly ascend to the rooftop, especially in such a confined space. Even three to five men would find it difficult to overcome the downward fire. Therefore, the assailant might have ascended from the side, catching those on the rooftop by surprise!

Ten stories—for members of the tactical squad, this was achievable, but to climb up and still have the strength for combat, and according to the report... the assailant engaged in shooting while holding a sniper rifle!

What was this concept? He prided himself as being among the elite of the elite soldiers, but even at his most energetic, he couldn’t manage to fire over twenty rounds with a sniper rifle.

The recoil was simply not something an ordinary person could withstand, not even when at full energy.

Yet the assailant had climbed up ten stories by hand and after a fight, still had the strength to steady a rifle and snipe over twenty people.

Was he even human?!

Many people have experienced this: after lifting heavy objects in everyday life, arm weakness causes the arms to tremble when doing work afterward.

But the assailant’s hands were steady, or else it would have been impossible to snipe so many people accurately!

Steady as Mount Tai!

What a terrifying opponent they faced— from the moment the sniper picked up the rifle on the high platform, it seemed as if they held the power of life and death in their hands, as if the lives of others were no longer their own.

The white man proceeded to the rooftop to continue searching for clues. In their understanding, this was the battlefield where the enemy first appeared. Perhaps they could discover something?

He carefully observed the rooftop, the positioning of the shell casings, the posture of the fallen bodies. The white man tried to reconstruct the scene of the battle.

The enemy had leaped from the side, stepped across the ground following the friction marks of footprints, and fired at the same time!

The white man put on white gloves and picked up the pistol crouched by the door, belonging to one of the combatants. He pulled out the magazine; only one bullet had been used...

That meant, their own combatant had managed to fire just one shot before being killed.

And the sniper fared even worse—he never got off a shot.

The white man could almost imagine how decisively and cleanly the enemy had jumped onto the platform, and there were only two bullet casings from the enemy’s handgun scattered at the edge of the platform: only two shots fired, both headshots.

Immediately following that, the enemy had started to snipe, mercilessly slaughtering.

The white man drew in a cold breath, such a high-level figure within the United States was like an unexploded bomb, ruthless and with formidable combat abilities.

One man’s strength indeed could not compete with national machinery, but what if you could not find the target at all? Like a dangerous shadow hiding in the darkness, the enemy could deliver a deadly blow at any moment.

The white man ordered his subordinates to carry away the bodies of the two combatants: "Send them for a ballistics analysis, compare the rifling marks and see if this pistol has appeared anywhere else."

In fact, when a bullet is fired from the barrel, it inevitably rubs against the rifling, leaving unique grooves on the bullet casing. Usually, these frictional marks are used for comparison. If two bullets have identical groove patterns, they must come from the same barrel.

This is like human fingerprints—unique to each individual.

In the database, every discovered bullet will be recorded for its rifling, documenting when the bullet was found, what happened at the time, who owned the gun, and so on.

The white man pondered a question: could this be a dangerous individual already known to them? Perhaps the rifling marks could offer a glimpse.

Yet the more he thought about it, the more he felt that there had never been anyone capable of such strength in his memory!

Now, unable to extract more information, all he could do was wait for the results of the forensics comparison. This mysterious sniper had appeared and vanished suddenly; countless surveillance operations failed to uncover any trace of the person.

This incident was like a thorn in the throat of the National Security Agency!

The comparison results came quickly. His subordinate hesitantly reported, "This gun... belongs to one of our own, but he’s already dead, and we don’t even know how he died..."

With the trail gone cold, the sniper had vanished from everyone’s sight.

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I am truly tired today, I’ll take a short nap to recuperate before getting back to writing. Please forgive me, everyone.