I am a Big Player
Chapter 569 - 563, Occupy the high ground (Second more)_1

Chapter 569: 563, Occupy the high ground (Second more)_1

If it had been any other opponent, Mark Pen would not have given the matter much thought, but facing a youth who seemed to possess demon-like abilities, when something deviated from expectations it was definitely problematic!

The cable-stayed bridge! The cables of the cable-stayed bridge stretched upward like a ladder to the sky, converging at the pillar in the middle of the river, and then... creating a high ground!

"No, jump out of the car!" Mark Pen roared as he flung open the door and leaped out. The vehicle was speeding along, and he made the split-second decision to jump out, tumbling several times on the ground.

At that moment, with a bang like thunder, an explosion erupted!

In that instant, Mark Pen was lifted by a blast of air—it was the fuel tank of the vehicle he had been in that was hit and burst into flames!

Armor Piercing Incendiary Bullet! That was the only possibility!

The enemy had indeed boldly turned the cable-stayed bridge into a battlefield, and upon closer consideration, it was indeed a fitting one. When vehicles are speeding along, with everyone inside, a precise shot to the fuel tank, especially with an armor-piercing incendiary bullet, would be enough to blow up a car with a single shot, saving up to three or four bullets usually needed!

Moreover, on this bridge, there were no fixed covers, just one road!

At this time, some unfamiliar vehicles stopped because of the explosion, and some people who had not yet realized the cause of the explosion even got out of their cars to watch.

Mark Pen didn’t have time to think too much; within an instant, he was crawling on the ground and hurriedly slid under a commercial vehicle, attempting to use it as cover.

Now experiencing some ringing in his ears, he couldn’t clearly hear the voices in his earpiece; Mark Pen just continued warning his team in the vehicles behind not to enter within an 800 meter range.

In fact, Mark Pen didn’t really know the enemy sniper’s exact range; 800 meters was just the international standard for a top-class sniper.

The world always had myths about snipers; the more serious claims would talk about sharpshooters who could hit a target at 1600 meters with a single shot, while less serious ones would say a sniper could shoot "little devils" from 800 kilometers away...

In reality, the record for the longest confirmed sniper kill was set by a Canadian sniper in Afghanistan. In 2002, he used a McMillan US Company TAC-50 12.7mm sniper rifle with a 16x scope, and his target was 2430 meters away. The sniper rifle had a muzzle velocity of 850 meters per second, and the bullet traveled through the air for 4 seconds, dropping 45 meters from the shooting point to the target. After three shots—missing with the first, hitting the backpack with the second, and finally striking the target with the third—it was clear that ultra-long-range shooting is not something just any sniper can achieve.

However, 800 meters still seemed somewhat unsafe, and Mark Pen furrowed his brow as he added, "Find cover, even at 800 meters, don’t expose yourself carelessly, the enemy is... extremely formidable!"

Before tonight’s showdown, who could have imagined that the mighty CIA, with 17 of its members surrounding a 17-year-old boy, not only would let him play out an entire drama right in front of them, but would also swiftly lose 4 team members and allow him to walk out the front door with great fanfare?

Now, the thirteen of them were stuck on this cable-stayed bridge, utterly helpless against one person, and they couldn’t even dare to show their heads!

There were no cameras here, no one to provide quick reinforcement, and no sniper capable of countering the enemy.

The position Mark Pen found himself in was quite awkward; at a nearly 300 meter distance, a pistol was almost like a toy, hitting the target was a matter of luck. Still, Mark Pen couldn’t quite understand how the enemy could have climbed up the cable-stayed bridge so quickly with that large cello case on his back.

Climbing a bridge certainly wouldn’t be as fast as running, but considering the time, it seemed that the enemy hadn’t taken much time to ascend the cables at all!

He even thought that if the enemy stayed hidden above and didn’t shoot, his mission tonight would be a failure, because he couldn’t find the enemy at all.

Ren He hadn’t fired a second shot; he crouched on top of the towering pillar in the middle of the cable-stayed bridge, holding his sniper rifle level. In the dark night, no one could see him high above, as the lights were focused on the bridge’s surface, leaving him enveloped in darkness. He was calm and composed, like Amsterdam after a quiet autumn rain.

He was like a statue, one that should not be underestimated.

The vast expanse of Amsterdam was Ren He’s stage tonight, requiring no spotlights, no applause, only needing to make a perfect exit when all was said and done, as long as he was still alive.

In his earpiece, Mark Pen said, "Abandon the vehicles, go upstairs and use binoculars to observe him! Stay safe!"

In the darkness of the night, setting up an observation post on a rooftop shouldn’t be a problem. He truly did not believe that Ren He could spot an observer set 800 meters away in the dark night.

This observation post didn’t need to do much, just report in a timely manner if the enemy was leaving. After all, a car explosion on the bridge would definitely attract the police, within 10 to 15 minutes there was no doubt police cars would arrive. By then, if the police sealed off the entire bridge, the enemy might feel the pressure as well.

So Mark Pen concluded that even though Ren He had seized the high ground on the cable-stayed bridge, it wasn’t a sustainable plan; when it was time for Ren He to climb down, that would be Mark Pen’s opportunity to strike!

"I have reached the observation point, the target is in the middle of the bridge, currently showing no signs of leaving," reported the observer. "I can already distantly hear police sirens; they should arrive in about 5 minutes."

"Where is he aiming?" Mark Pen confirmed through the earpiece, hoping that if Ren He’s attention was diverted elsewhere, he would have a chance to leave from under the vehicle.

Ren He had never shot at this vehicle’s fuel tank, indicating he was wary of endangering the lives of innocent bystanders; that was his biggest reassurance. But what if Ren He suddenly went mad and stopped caring about other people’s lives? He’d still have to seek new cover first; he didn’t know how much patience Ren He had.

In fact, Mark Pen was right in his thinking. The reason Ren He hadn’t shot at this vehicle was precisely because there were still more than three innocent civilians inside.

The observer, after hearing the instructions, looked back at Ren He, observing while saying, "He’s focusing his attention on... fuck!"

Bang! Another gunshot nearly made the thunder seem scattered!

Mark Pen heard through his earpiece the sound of a bullet piercing flesh, fearing that the observer was no more!

The enemy had noticed his lookout station set 800 meters away on this dark night. What kind of youth was