Vol 2 Chapter 513: , Tu Long

Latest website: Since the event is held in the open air, there is a chance for assassination. There are two options for assassination. One is close range, using a revolver or even a grenade. In this way, the main advantage is that the success rate is high. One miss, there is still time to fill the gun.
But the disadvantage of this is also very obvious. That is, if you want to shoot and assassinate in an environment with so many people, and retreat all over, the possibility is quite small.
"There will definitely be a lot of police officers at the venue. Although they will not search to check what everyone is carrying, there will be no problem if you bring two revolvers in. But after shooting, you have to have so many police officers. I think it’s too small for the place to escape. Even if it’s not done well, you will even get me involved. Therefore, there is no need to think about the plan of assassination at close range." Mr. Pidoul first denied it directly. This program.
"If this is not the case, what else is there?" Martin asked.
"I heard that you have good marksmanship?" Pidul asked.
"Not bad," Martin replied.
"If there is a good gun, a good gun with smokeless propellant, how far can you hit the target?" Pidul asked.
The so-called good gun using smokeless propellant naturally refers to the new French rifle. It is said that because the cost of smokeless propellant is too high, even the French Army does not have such a rifle in general, and only a small number of elite hunters can equip it.
However, in the civilian rifle market, as long as you are willing to pay, you can buy this thing, but the price is quite high. Before the war in North America was over, Martin saw a rifle like this from his comrades. The comrade-in-arms is a rich man, and his family has hundreds of black slaves, so his things are the best. Compared with ordinary rifles, the caliber of this rifle is much smaller. It's only a little over 0.3 inches. With a small caliber, the bullet is naturally smaller. But because the propellant is more powerful, the effective range of this gun is far beyond that of ordinary rifles, and in the hands of some masters, it can even shoot targets three to four hundred meters away quite accurately.
Martin, who liked to play with guns at the time, also asked the price, and then forced himself to forget it. But now when Pidul mentioned it, Martin immediately thought of that rifle.
"Are you talking about Chris shotgun? Ah, that thing is really good, but too expensive. You can buy twenty ordinary shotguns for a Chris shotgun. If it’s a collector's edition with ivory handle, it’s even more expensive. It's too expensive. And what's more terribly expensive is the price of bullets. Each bullet is enough to buy 20 ordinary bullets. Bullets are consumables, not rich people, who can afford it?" Martin said.
"Well, it is more expensive, but it is a good gun. It is true that only those who have money can afford it. I mean, if I have a rifle like this, you can hit the target at a distance of 300 meters. ?"
"I don't know, I haven't used this thing before. But it's probably not good. You know no matter how good a gunman is, if he uses an unfamiliar gun, he can't shoot." Martin replied.
"Well, anyway, according to the news, there is still a while. Well, these days I will lend you the gun, and you can practice by yourself. The bullet will be charged at the market price."
"Then I would rather assassinate at close range," Martin said.
"Damn it, isn't your life worth the price of a few bullets?" Pidul said.
"I am very poor now, and the life of the poor is worthless!" Martin answered without hesitation.
"Damn it! What am I...well, I will give you a 40% discount."
"Thirty percent off!"
"Then you go for an assassination at close range! Well, do you want me to help you prepare the poison for suicide?"
"How about a 40% discount, okay?"
"Up to 50% off, and I'll follow you and watch you fight--or else you make a false statement and then take my bullets to the black market and sell them?"
"How can you suspect me like this, the basic trust between people!"
"Don't talk about trust, talk about trust hurting money! If you are willing to buy bullets at the original price, I promise to trust you!"
In the next few days, Pidul took Martin to hunt in the forests on the outskirts and practice guns by the way. To say that Martin's marksmanship is indeed very good, with only a dozen rounds of bullets, he has been able to accurately hit long-range targets. So three days later, Martin took the initiative to propose to Pidul that he felt that the training was almost done, and the rest was enough to get familiar with it with an empty gun-that bullet was too expensive, even if it was a 50% discount Up.
"It's simply the silver bullet used to fight vampires in the legend." Martin said.
Then there are still a few days to go to Harvard University to step on the plate and get familiar with the environment.
After another week, I finally saw the news in the newspapers that Professor Bobron had arrived in Boston this morning and would deliver a lecture to Harvard students at the Harvard University Stadium the day after tomorrow.
Martin quickly researched the situation with Pidul.
Pidul spread out a map on the table-it was drawn by them based on their own memory. It was not very accurate, but it was basically usable.
You see, this is the stadium and the podium is in this direction. I guess our goal will appear on the podium in time. Regarding the identification of the target, well, last time we were in Newton, we had seen him once, but the distance was relatively long, and he went into the house soon. Well, if he is on the podium, can you recognize him?
"No problem, his size is not easy to make mistakes. And his shoulders are high and low, which is also a very obvious feature." Martin said.
"Well, we now need a more concealed position that can launch an attack and can quickly retreat after launching an attack." Pidul said.
"You see, this is a warehouse for sports goods in Harvard. It usually stores some sports goods. There are usually no people in this place, and it is estimated that there will be no people at this time. You go there in the evening of the first day and open the door. , Hide in. Because the stadium is occupied the next morning, so don’t worry about someone coming here.
Pidul said,
After shooting, you immediately drop the gun, come out from here, and then follow this road. Turn here, I will leave you a horse here. You mount your horse there, and then you ride away from this direction-these days, as far as we observe the least police in this direction. Then, you Go all the way north to the forest where we practiced guns together. I greeted you there and prepared another horse for you. Then we turned to the east and went all the way to the sea, where there would be a boat waiting for us."
Obviously, Pidul’s arrangement was quite thorough. Martin thought about it and there were no loopholes, so he nodded and said, "Thank you, you are such a good person."
Although Pidul was very stingy, he did help a lot.
In the evening of the next day, Martin packed Pidul's rifle in a cello box, pretending to be a college student, and came to the sports goods store near the stadium. With no people around, Martin easily opened the padlock on the warehouse door with a set of ready tools. Then I went into the warehouse, opened the window again, came out of the window, locked the door again from the outside, turned in through the window, closed the window, and now from the outside, no one can be seen entering this place. A warehouse.
Martin fed mosquitoes overnight in the warehouse, and dozens of packets were bitten out of his body. Even a bag was bitten on the eyelid, it hurts and itchy.
But after the sun came out, things improved a lot. A lot of silly mosquitoes too much blood at night, their belly is so big that they can hardly fly anymore, and one by one they slapped on the wall and panted. Martin slapped it with the pleasure of revenge, and soon his hands were covered with his own blood.
After the mosquitoes were shot dead, people started to move on the sports field. Martin quickly took cover, only quietly observing the sports field from behind the curtains.
Gradually, there were more students, and gradually some people were seated on the podium. Martin stared at the podium closely. After a while, there were more people, but Fafnir still didn't show up. Martin is very worried, this guy will come, if so, he will be bitten by a mosquito in vain.
After a while, maybe a century, Martin finally saw tall guys with high shoulders and low shoulders stepping onto the podium and sitting down behind a table.
"Here, it's him!" Martin suppressed his excitement and gently picked up the gun. The bullet was loaded, but Pidul only gave him one bullet.
"You won’t have time to load the second bullet~EbookFREE.me~ If the first shot fails, you have no chance. So don’t waste time. After the shot is fired, regardless of whether it hits or not, immediately Turn around and run, don't hesitate."
Because there is only one shot, Martin is a little nervous. From the warehouse to the rostrum, it is less than two hundred meters. At this distance, Martin is actually quite sure. So he calmed down, and while aiming, he muttered: "Lord, you are my fortress..."
It took Martin about four or five minutes to aim. During this period, his breathing and heartbeat gradually calmed down, and even became a bit sluggish. He finally aimed, and gunfire sounded.
The bullet directly hit Fafnir's chest. Martin wanted to target his head at first, but to be on the safe side, he chose to target a bigger chest. After all, as long as it hits the chest, under the medical level of this era, the chance of not dying is very small.
Fafnir was shot, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, as if trying to catch something, then fell down. But Martin didn't have time to see this, he dropped the gun in his hand, opened the window on the other side, and jumped out. Then he ran along the predetermined route.