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Chapter 558 - 552. Murderous Intent on a Rainy Night (First Update)_1

Chapter 558: 552. Murderous Intent on a Rainy Night (First Update)_1

Mark Pen contemplated outside the door, pondering how he could safely breach without causing casualties. If it had been in the Middle East, a grenade could have done the job. But not now.

His understanding of the current situation was this, both sides were illegal.

The assassins inside used silenced pistols, just like them. Wasn’t Mark Pen doing the same because he was afraid of provoking the official forces of these European countries?

So if a few of them died, it wouldn’t be too big of an issue. Mark Pen signaled to his combat team, and a member equipped with a rope quickly ran to the fourth floor, found the corresponding location, and shot the lock to open the door.

After entering, they found a man and a woman living there. Before the couple could react, the team member pounced on them, his forearms quickly striking twice, rendering the pair, who were indulging in their bed activities, unconscious...

The combat team member took out the rope from his waist, secured it with the safety deposit box provided by the hotel room as an anchor, and spoke into his bone conduction headset, "In position!"

Mark Pen’s voice came through the earphone, "Wait for my command, ready to breach."

If they entered through the front door, they would surely meet fierce resistance. The door was only so wide, and they didn’t have a riot shield. Casualties were inevitable to breach in.

Although Mark Pen was cold-blooded and ruthless, these team members had followed him for three years. The bond between comrades wasn’t something ordinary people could understand.

So, after so many years of operations, if there was a chance to save his team members’ lives, he would still do so.

From another perspective, in the CIA there were also team leaders who completed missions regardless of the cost, sometimes even pointlessly with lives.

But what did that lead to in the end? No one wanted to be transferred to that combat team!

Mark Pen certainly didn’t want that to happen to him.

To be honest, compared to missions in Europe, he preferred the Middle East and Africa. That’s where the real battlefield lay.

Meanwhile, Ren He ran wildly through the black night. The drizzle continued its steady fall, and tonight, the darkness seemed even denser, the moonlight gone.

The few hundred meters before him didn’t affect Ren He much, even weighed down by several kilograms of firearms.

Usually, the dampness from the rain on his body would irritate him, but today, excitement was all that Ren He felt. It was as if this was the life meant for him.

In his blood now flowed a restless component.

One factor ignited, and in an instant, the blood throughout his body seemed to catch fire.

Initially, Ren He had been disheartened at the thought that their opposition in Europe might not be the CIA, but now, fate had proven otherwise.

Don’t the protagonists in comics always have a fated enemy? When the background music starts, the blood should burn!

Thinking this, Ren He couldn’t help but chuckle. He was now imagining the CIA as the fated adversary in his game of life.

But this chuunibyou mindset was probably just for tonight. Tonight’s battle was the reason Ren He came to the Netherlands.

Ren He approached the hotel front desk to check in, picking the 7th floor—perfect for having the high ground!

As he took the elevator, Ren He began to contact Xu Nuo, "Hack the hotel’s check-in records and surveillance footage, then leave behind what I told you about last time..."

In doing so, no one would know he had been here tonight.

By the time Ren He had reassembled the sniper rifle in the newly opened hotel room, Xu Nuo had already informed him that she was done. Ren He suddenly felt grateful to have a long-range teammate like Xu Nuo in his otherwise ordinary life.

In the movies, don’t all those spy heroes have a master hacker by their side?

Ren He suddenly felt as if he were living a life straight out of the movies, something he had never experienced in his previous life.

In his past life, when he watched Mission Impossible, the scenes where Tom Cruise climbed cliffs and skyscrapers with his bare hands, he could now do as well.

Looking back, Zhang Ming and the others always wanted to encourage Ren He to act in movies, but how could acting compare to the thrill of truly experiencing a life like those in the films?!

Ren He took a deep breath. He had once sniped in New York and was at that time the most hated enemy of the National Security Agency. Now, he had to pick up the sniper rifle again. Last time it was to protect Yang Xi and ensure her safe evacuation. This time, he was doing it for himself.

Although immigration information wasn’t easy for the other party to obtain, after all, it was part of national systems, and the United States wasn’t yet a global hegemon.

Yet they had pressured Ren He to the point where even when staying in hotels abroad, he couldn’t use his own identity and had to stay underground.

The CIA wanted to put him under house arrest in China, but they never asked if Ren He was willing!

The CIA probably never imagined that they, the current intelligence agency leaders in the world, would encounter someone like Ren He, who played the game of life so recklessly!

Xu Nuo’s voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece, "I’ve left everything that needs to be left and I am evacuating now. It will take some time to clear the traces."

"Alright, be careful," Ren He finally let down his guard.

From a few hundred meters away from the Park Building Hotel, Ren He lifted his sniper rifle. Through the scope, he could see a black figure outside the room where the battle was taking place. The figure had secured a rope and was standing by the window on the 4th floor, ready to assault from the direction of the balcony.

Ren He knew clearly that these were CIA agents. However, it was not yet the time to shoot.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Ren He had no ties with Allen, so these assassins held no particular interest or animosity towards him.

It might be better to use these people to fight against the CIA. That way, he could also blur his own identity.

Ren He’s breathing slowed down. No one could shoot with such a large sniper rifle as he could, for they could not maintain the steadiness and fearlessness against the recoil like him.

Moreover, with the gun weighing several tens of pounds, holding it steady for more than a few minutes would likely cause a slight tremor in one’s arms.

During a long-distance precise shot, a 2 mm deviation could result in the target being missed by several meters or even more.

Ren He breathed deeply and steadily, waiting for the perfect moment.

The next moment, the shadow on the fourth floor grabbed the rope and began to rappel down, and Ren He could see through the scope that the door of that room was instantly burst open. This was the CIA’s pincer movement to break through the assassins’ defense!

It was at this moment that Ren He pulled the trigger!

The muzzle of the sniper rifle erupted with a huge flash, and a slender bullet instantly pierced through the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of Ren He into the night’s rain curtain outside, the massive airflow parting the rain, filled with deadly intent!