At some point, Henry had discovered that inflicting pain on others—abusing, even torturing them to death—eased his boredom and discontent. It was a sensation that was far too addictive.
After their ropes were cut, the captive family scrambled away in a panic, fleeing into the open fields.
Henry's face flushed with excitement as he began to fantasize about how he would "enjoy" his prey.
…
On the cliffside.
Fang Zhen's sniper rifle was already locked onto Henry's torso.
From his position, the straight-line distance to Henry down below was over eight hundred meters, approaching nine hundred. This was well within the AWP's effective range.
A seasoned sniper, besides concealing their position, typically needs a spotter to calculate wind speed, air humidity, and perform environmental reconnaissance.
But Fang Zhen didn't.
