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Chapter 570 - 564, Leap Down! (Third Update)_1

Chapter 570: 564, Leap Down! (Third Update)_1

If it were Mark Pen himself, would he have noticed this observation post?

In broad daylight, he certainly would have, after all, if someone on the upper floor was watching him so intently with a pair of binoculars, it would be obvious that something was wrong even to someone with no brains.

But the key point is that it is now night, and if it’s just about the scope, indeed, the scope allows for night vision, but what’s the visibility range of a scope?

However, what Mark Pen didn’t know was that, in such a night, the darkness was no problem for Ren He at all. His field of view at night was as extensive as it was during the daytime!

But within that brief gap between shots, Mark Pen had already quickly scrambled out from under the car to hide behind another vehicle, a cover his teammate had bought him with their life. He had to cherish it.

At this moment, Ren He also heard the sound of police sirens drawing nearer, but he was not worried at all, seemingly even more composed than Mark Pen.

Over on Mark Pen’s side, another team member had died, but as the police cars got closer, it was inevitable to have an observation post, and CIA members had already relocated to set up another one.

They had bluntly stormed into a civilian house, drew the curtains at the back, and observed Ren He on the Cable-stayed Bridge through the gaps in the curtains.

The young man, like a statue, was crouching on the bridge, motionless, as if the sniper rifle weighing dozens of pounds was weightless in his hands, his arms not trembling in the slightest.

It was an oppressive feeling they could sense even through a telescope, a person they had never dreaded so much, to the point of considering retreat.

"The police will arrive in one and a half minutes, and we should evacuate," the observer at the post reported first about the position of the police cars. At the moment, their intelligence officer had perished in the explosion, so they could no longer access the surveillance footage. The information available to both sides was now on a level playing field; they could only rely on their primal sense of hearing.

"We can’t just retreat like this," Mark Pen said through gritted teeth with determination, "If we don’t complete the mission tonight, it will be very difficult to find him again. There are many ways to leave the Netherlands, and we don’t have enough manpower!"

"We can ask for coordination from other divisions, don’t take risks!" the observer in the earpiece reminded Mark Pen.

But at this point, where could Mark Pen still be listening? His mission could not end in failure!

At that instant, Mark Pen burst out from behind the vehicle, his muscles all tensed up, and he started sprinting across the bridge surface in an irregular zigzag pattern, his explosive speed terrifying like that of a cheetah.

From afar, the observer at the post felt as if their heart was gripped in someone’s hand, their tension reaching a breaking point!

This Mark Pen was too bold, they had all heard of his deeds in the Middle East, a man who dared to lead a combat team into the rebel stronghold.

Mark Pen wasn’t making a meaningless effort; he was trying to get within 100 meters of Ren He. Considering the angle of the sun, that would put him at about 150 meters in a straight line from Ren He.

At 150 meters, Mark Pen was confident he could shoot and hit Ren He, especially since the latter could not move freely on the cable-stay!

Under normal circumstances, a handgun’s maximum range is over 1000 meters, and for a few high-power handguns, even farther, but the maximum range is not the effective range. The usual effective range for a handgun is about 800 meters. Beyond 800 meters, a bullet hitting the body would not be felt much. When firing a gun braced against the shoulder, the accurate range is 150 meters, but with a handheld grip, it is only 50 meters!

In such a situation, Ren He probably wouldn’t give Mark Pen the opportunity to get into a good shooting position, but Mark Pen’s specialty was the precision of his pistol, capable of achieving an accurate range of 150 meters even while shooting with one hand!

Indeed, it was this formidable advantage that had led him to achieve the best results in the CIA’s internal assessments, so he only needed to get within 100 meters of Ren He to raise his arm and shoot!

When that time came, the roles of attack and defense would once again switch places. Mark Pen could move freely, whereas Ren He could only retreat or advance on the Cable-stayed Bridge! Within the 150-meter range, a sniper rifle wouldn’t be so agile!

Suddenly, Mark Pen’s hair stood on end as if he had been targeted by a fierce beast. Without even thinking, he dove to the side!

With a bang, a sharp, elongated bullet pierced the road surface beside him, sending shards of rock flying into his face, but such pain meant nothing to Mark Pen.

The distance closed once more, just another 50 meters to get within shooting range. In the short span of ten seconds, Mark Pen had covered 100 meters!

However, he didn’t hear another sniper shot... which gave Mark Pen a very bad feeling!

Just as he was about 30 meters away from a stable shooting range, looking up he could already make out the silhouette of the young man standing against the black night sky; Mark Pen had drawn his pistol, ready to aim and shoot at any moment. But as he looked up, he was suddenly stunned, for he could faintly see the young man calmly standing in the middle of the bridge, holding a pistol in his right hand!

With a linear distance of 200 meters between them, even Mark Pen couldn’t guarantee his accuracy at this range, yet... the other man was holding his pistol with just one hand!

Theoretically, for such a range with the enemy holding only a pistol, Mark Pen would normally disregard it, for unless he was extremely unlucky, the other party was unlikely to hit him.

But in that moment, he suddenly felt a powerful confidence emanating from his opponent...

Crack!

A sharp gunshot rang out, and a bullet spun into Mark Pen’s abdomen. Mark Pen felt his strength draining from his body; after a brief numbness came intense pain, and he slowly collapsed.

He couldn’t quite understand, could there really be such an all-around proficient young man in this world?

At this range, with the other person holding the gun with one hand, where did such confidence come from... He could only make a hehe sound, as Mark Pen felt his life slipping away along with a hint of unwillingness in his heart.

Ren He looked at Mark Pen for two seconds, then straightened his cello case and stood facing the canal. In the distance, the rippling water glittered; moonlight poured dreamlike from the horizon. Tonight’s performance should come to a close.

Other members of the CIA were ready to rush forward to rescue Mark Pen, but just then the lookout suddenly saw through the binoculars—the young man standing at the bridgehead, suddenly spreading his arms and leaping decisively from the 69-meter-high Cable-stayed Bridge toward the canal waters below!

Currently, the world record for the highest cliff dive was 53.9 meters!

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