The Young Master Sto Chapter 194 Friendship of Heisha1

Chapter 194: Chapter 194 Friendship of Heisha_1

Thud!

The narrow sniper bullet pierced through Ning Fan’s chest and embedded itself several centiters deep into the concrete ground.

Its power was evident.

"Haha! Target hit, target is dead!"

"Qing Tianzhu, Lord Ba, Poisonous Scorpion, rest in peace, I, Hawkeye, have avenged you all!"

"Especially Poisonous Scorpion, I have to thank you. If you hadn’t drawn the target in close, I might not have been able to kill him with a single shot!"

A hundred ters away atop a high-rise, a man with the eyes of a dark eagle laughed triumphantly.

He lay prone at the edge of the rooftop, in front of him a sniper rifle over two ters long.

"Hawkeye, be careful, the target isn’t dead yet!"

Suddenly, an urgent warning voice ca through the headset.

"Huh?"

Hawkeye closed one eye and peered through the scope again.

But to his astonishnt, he found that Ning Fan, whom he had shot, was now sprinting rapidly toward the building from a hundred ters away!

"How is this possible? He was clearly hit by my sniper rifle; how can he still be moving?" Hawkeye exclaid in shock.

A sniper rifle is not a regular firearm. Being shot with it does more than just leave a bullet hole in the body.

The enormous kinetic energy of a sniper bullet can tear a body in half!

It could be said that if an ordinary person is even grazed by a sniper rifle bullet, death is certain!

Yet there was Ning Fan, clearly hit by the sniper rifle, still running wildly. Could his body be made of alloy steel?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Within his shock, Hawkeye continued to pull the trigger repeatedly at Ning Fan who was charging toward him.

But this ti Ning Fan was prepared, moving erratically in a zigzag pattern, and despite Hawkeye firing several shots, none hit their mark.

In a few breaths, Ning Fan had already sprinted to the base of the building.

"Damn! The target’s about to enter the building; I need to get out of here," Hawkeye said, his face color changing.

Hawkeye, as a sniper, was useless once his target entered the building he was in.

Moreover, with the target’s strong close-combat ability, if Ning Fan managed to rush up to the rooftop, Hawkeye was certain he wouldn’t stand a chance in hand-to-hand combat.

Hawkeye grabbed the sniper rifle and looked down at the base of the building one last ti before turning to flee.

But that glance caused his body to tremble with shock, rooting his feet to the spot.

He saw Ning Fan reach the base of the building, not charging in, but instead stomped on the ground, leaping three to four ters in the air, and started climbing the building’s facade by leaping from one protrusion to another!

Each leap took Ning Fan three to four ters higher, and quickly he had ascended seven or eight stories.

"What, what, what kind of monster is this!!!"

Instantly, a chill climbed up Hawkeye’s spine, a sense of extre danger washed over him, as if prey spotted by a predator.

"Hawkeye! Run for it! Run! Once the target gets close, you stand no chance!"

A sudden urgent voice echoed in the headset.

But Hawkeye roared hysterically as if he had lost his mind, stood at the edge of the rooftop, hoisting the sniper rifle with both hands, aiming at Ning Fan who was still leaping upwards, and fired repeatedly without regard for his own life.

Bang bang bang...

The sniper rifle kept firing, but was no longer able to hit Ning Fan.

Dozens of breaths later, Ning Fan eventually leaped onto the rooftop.

Hawkeye attempted to aim and shoot, but Ning Fan’s figure blurred, appearing behind Hawkeye, grasping his neck.

"Don’t... don’t kill ..." Hawkeye struggled, pleading in terror.

Ning Fan’s expression was cold, ready to snap his neck in one strike.

Just then, the headset on Hawkeye’s head automatically turned its volu to the maximum, and a deep male voice ca through, "Sir, please don’t kill the man in front of you. In return, we will abandon the pursuit against you, and we will also offer you a sum of money as compensation!"

Snipers are a rare breed of talent in the Dark Kill organization, difficult to develop, and Hawkeye was worth much more than the previously eliminated Qing Tianzhu, Lord Ba, and Poisonous Scorpion.

Thus, the Dark Kill would rather give up the mission, and even pay Ning Fan, than to lose Hawkeye’s life.

"Who are you?" Ning Fan asked coldly.

The voice in the headset said, "We are Dark Kill! A professional assassin organization. If you let this man go, you will earn our friendship; if you kill him, Dark Kill will continue to mobilize resources to complete the task of killing you..."

"Dark Kill, I’ll rember that."

Ning Fan nodded, and without waiting for the voice in the headset to finish, he snapped Hawkeye’s neck and tossed him off the rooftop.

He didn’t have ti to exchange words with the people from Dark Kill. Knowing that the organization that attacked him was called Dark Kill was all he needed to know.

"Ahh..."

Hawkeye flew off the rooftop, emitting an unconscious groan, and before his body hit the ground, his life was completely extinguished.

Thump!

A few seconds later, Hawkeye’s body hit the ground with a heavy thud.

The Dark Kill’s sniper Hawkeye was dead.

"Damn Ning Fan! You killed Hawkeye! Dark Kill will definitely kill you! Dark Kill will tear you to pieces..."

Before Hawkeye was thrown off, the headset fell to the ground, and the voice inside suddenly beca frantic.

Crack!

Ning Fan crushed the headset under his foot.

Then, determining his bearings, he quickly walked to the opposite side of the rooftop.

This was the 30th floor roof. Ling’er’s office was located ten floors below this spot.

The next second, Ning Fan stepped off the edge of the rooftop and leapt downwards.