Love You Till the End Chapter 1141 - 1150: Besides the One Just Taken Out, Are There Any Other Snipers Around?

Arriving at Warehouse 17 in West City Pier precisely at 8:50, Mr. Qin surveyed the interior. No affiliates of Bei Mo were immediately visible.

He had, in fact, anticipated this absence. Bei Mo, a strategist who avoids uncertain conflicts, would likely not appear personally. Furthermore, Bei Mo's typical aloofness meant he rarely handled issues his subordinates could manage.

Despite anticipating Bei Mo's non-appearance, Mr. Qin was fully prepared, aware that Bei Mo would not simply disregard this situation. Such a prime opportunity to eliminate him would surely not be missed by his adversary.

A glance at his watch revealed it was one minute before nine. With the timing seemingly correct, Mr. Qin turned towards the warehouse entrance, gently pinching his earlobe—a prearranged signal for those outside.

Upon his initial entry, Mr. Qin had noted the environment, discerning that certain areas were equipped with signal jammers. This indicated Bei Mo's operatives had already been present, tampering with the premises before his arrival.

The intended purpose of these signal jammers was to disrupt his phone communications, thereby isolating him in a critical situation. Fortunately, Mr. Qin had foreseen this possibility and devised alternative plans, opting for non-verbal communication with his external contacts.

Finding a convenient spot, Mr. Qin sat down casually. He retrieved a cigarette pack from his pocket, lit a cigarette, and began to smoke while scanning his surroundings.

His gaze landed on an old cardboard box, and a subtle, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of his lips.

The warehouse was dimly lit, with lights that flickered intermittently. Given that this district consisted primarily of disused warehouses, regular maintenance was scarce, leaving electrical issues unaddressed.

At that precise moment, the lights flickered and abruptly extinguished, plunging the entire warehouse into profound darkness, so dense that one could not see their own hand before their face.

The cigarette Mr. Qin held, still possessing a faint ember, offered no illumination in the overwhelming blackness.

Mr. Qin rose slowly, carefully placed the cigarette butt onto the cardboard box, and swiftly moved to the side.

Immediately, a small red dot appeared precisely where the cigarette butt lay, followed by a sharp crack, undoubtedly the sound of a projectile slicing through the cardboard.

However, the weapon employed seemed to have a silencer, as only the minor impact sound at the target was audible, with no distinct gunshot noise.

Mr. Qin meticulously observed his environment, employing his keen senses to pinpoint the shooter's location to be less than twenty meters from the warehouse.

After approximately thirty seconds, an infrared light beam reappeared, again focusing on the cigarette butt area. Two consecutive shots followed.

To mislead the enemy about his actual position, Mr. Qin deliberately toppled a heavy object nearby, creating a loud clatter.

The unseen opponent discharged several more rounds, all directed near the area where the cigarette butt had been, firing in rapid succession to ensure accuracy.

Unbeknownst to them, like the cicada unaware of the mantis behind it, ten assassins lay in ambush near the warehouse, meticulously tracking their every move.

Once the target's position was confirmed, one of the assassins skillfully took aim and fired, delivering a precise headshot.

"How does it look? Besides the one just eliminated, are there any other threats nearby?" Shi Tianjue inquired in a low voice to the assassin concealed beside him in the shadows.