"Medic! Medic! The sniper is injured! The scope is shattered! Repeat, the scope is shattered!"
He screamed in terror, unaware that his position was completely exposed.
London, command center.
On the screen, the sniper point at the top of the water tower was marked with a conspicuous red circle by the technician.
When the trajectory of the first bullet was simulated and restored by the system, and its target clearly pointed to the top of the water tower, the entire command room fell into an eerie silence.
"What... what did he hit?"
A young intelligence analyst mumbled in a dry voice.
The technical director stared at the ballistic simulation line and thermal imaging feedback on the screen. After a few seconds, he replied with a near-dreamlike voice, trembling in disbelief, "Hit... hit point analysis... estimated to be Captain Coleman..."
"What?!"
Ames cried out, his face instantly turning ashen, "How is this possible?!"
Under such a passive situation?
