Her primary objective was to eliminate the target; if that failed, the bullet was also meant for a companion. After taking the shot, the middle-aged woman jumped down from a tree and sprinted through the darkness, preparing to report back.
"Although night running is quite popular these days, your form is really not up to standard," a voice said. "For instance, your speed is too fast, and your breathing is too rushed. Just look at you, like a student stampeding toward the cafeteria."
The woman's steps came to an immediate halt. Ahead, under a tree, her target was smiling and greeting her.
Fast! Too fast! I didn't delay a single second between firing and retreating. But not only has he pinpointed my location, he's already cut off my escape route. The organization's assessment was correct—he's a dangerous man. He must be eliminated.
All these thoughts flickered through her mind in an instant. Without hesitation, the middle-aged woman opened fire.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
