PNB Chapter 153 Sniper Distance
Chapter 153 Sniper Distance
"Nothing. Sometimes we still have to care about the abilities of our members, so that we can be more confident if we act together in the future. As for this disguise..." Jundu touched his face and said casually with a smile, "I used this face when I met Akai Shuichi from the FBI before. I had a feeling that we would meet again soon, so I changed my face to prevent him from recognizing the wrong person."
Of course, the main reason is what he really looks like, and the fewer members of the organization have seen him, the better.
There’s nothing we can do about what we’ve seen before, but luckily there weren’t many people involved and God has a way of sealing their mouths, but we should try to avoid it if we can in the future.
Alas, he, as a brother, has sacrificed too much for his sister. He can't even show his face. He hopes that Xia Xi can show a little more mercy when she sees him again.
"Heh." Gin sneered. It was obvious that Jundu was just trying to fool him. He didn't believe it at all.
In his impression, Cointreau would not change himself for someone who was insignificant to him. But he was too lazy to ask, as long as Cointreau knew what was going on.
While Gin and Cointreau were chatting casually, the sniping distance of Cohen and Chianti below had reached 600 yards.
Now it's Cohen's turn to challenge the 650-yard mark.
Unfortunately, Cohen missed and the bullet hit the person next to him.
Then, Chianti confidently pulled the trigger at the same target, but also missed.
"It seems that Cohen and Chianti's sniping distance is only 600 yards. Tsk, they are not even as good as an undercover agent." Cointreau shook his head, a little disappointed.
Alas, the current level of excellent snipers in the organization is like this. He is really worried about the future of the organization.
"You haven't touched a sniper rifle for a long time recently, right? I happen to be free today, do you want to have a competition?"
Gin ignored Cointreau's ridicule. After all, it was true. Cohen and Chianti were indeed useless. He was more interested in Cointreau's current sniping ability. He wondered if his ability had declined after not touching a sniper rifle for such a long time.
"Ah? Forget it. You know, I'm better at close combat than sniping." Jundu was a little surprised that Gin would suddenly suggest a sniping contest. "I only learned sniping a few years ago."
And he really had no interest in these things, so he casually rejected Gin's proposal.
"If you agree to compete, I owe you something." Gin put forward his conditions.
He is now in a difficult situation and is wondering whether Jundu's sniping distance has regressed or become more powerful, so he doesn't mind promising him anything.
In fact, Gin could vaguely feel what Cointreau was planning to do recently, but it was just a feeling. He had to admit that with Cointreau's ability, if he intended to conceal it deliberately, it would be difficult for him to find any clues.
However, Gin was certain that if Cointreau really intended to do something special in the organization, he would definitely not be able to bypass him, so whether he stood on his side would be more crucial to him.
Considering the phone call he made after he went to Twilight Villa some time ago, Gin was actually about 50% to 60% sure of his guess.
If Cointreau agrees to his conditions, then the 50% to 60% chance of success will immediately rise to 90%. The remaining 10% is the room left by Gin. He never speaks too absolutely.
That’s right, although Gin really wanted to compete with Cointreau, the conditions just now were also a test, and he also knew that Cointreau knew that this was a test.
After Gin stated the conditions, he looked at Cointreau leisurely, waiting for the other party's answer.
Cointreau knew that Gin's words just now were a test. He turned to look at Gin but did not give an answer immediately.
Vodka, who was standing behind Gin, felt the strange atmosphere between his elder brother and Cointreau in front of him, and did not dare to speak for a moment.
"Okay, I promise."
In the end, it was Cointreau's answer that broke the slightly stiff atmosphere and allowed Vodka to relax his tense body.
Soon, the two stood in the positions where Cohen and Chianti had been before.
Chianti was a little unhappy about his sniper training being interrupted, but when he saw it was Gin, he immediately stopped complaining.
Moreover, she was also curious about Gin's sniping range, so she stopped talking and stood aside to watch the competition.
But speaking of it, Chianti had never seen the man who competed with Gin in the organization before, so she looked at Cohen inquiringly. Cohen shook his head, indicating that he had never seen the other person either.
This made Chianti curious about who the member of the organization was who dared to compete with Gin.
She slowly approached Vodka and asked in a low voice, "Vodka, who is that person?" Then she used her eyes to indicate who she was referring to.
"He's Cointreau," Vodka also replied in a low voice.
Judging from the previous conversation between Cointreau and his eldest brother, Cointreau should be using this disguised face recently, and his eldest brother didn't say he wanted to keep it secret, so it's okay to tell Chianti and Cohen the code name of Cointreau now.
"So he is Cointreau. He looks so young." Chianti was a little bit unconvinced when he heard Vodka's answer. The former European head of the organization was so young.
Cohen, who heard Vodka's answer, also showed a hint of surprise.
While Vodka and the others were chatting, Gin and Cointreau below had already checked their guns, got into position, and were ready to start.
"Let's start directly from 700 yards to save time." Cointreau's face was without his usual smile as he held the gun, looking a little stern.
Gin said nothing and acquiesced to Cointreau's request.
"This Cointreau is a bit crazy. He is so confident in his sniping ability." Chianti curled his lips and said unhappily when he heard what Cointreau said.
Chianti muttered to herself: It's 700 yards at the start, which is greater than the maximum distance of her own sniping just now. Be careful not to miss the target with the first shot.
But it is obvious that since Cointreau asked for this, it must be very sure.
He took out the first target with almost no effort.
Next was Gin, also at 700 yards, and with the same clean shot, he hit the target.
The next distance was 750 yards, 800 yards, 850 yards... until 1000 yards. Under the surprised and admiring gazes of the onlookers, Gin and Cointreau each fired a shot and perfectly eliminated their targets without missing a single shot.
Seeing this, Chianti couldn't help but sigh: It's worthy of being Cointreau. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover. Those who dare to compete with Gin are indeed not ordinary people.
Even Cohen looked at Cointreau in surprise. He didn't expect that besides Gin, there was another person in the organization whose sniping ability could be compared to Rye who had betrayed the organization before. He just didn't know if he would be even more powerful than Rye.