Song of October headquarters, just a teacup's time away from Yaka Town, was heavily guarded.

Around the Song of October headquarters, and near the two-kilometer span of Birch Forest, patrols often roamed.

At this very moment, within the Birch Forest.

A pair of calm eyes were fixed on the Song of October headquarters.

His gaze was clear, pure.

In his hands, however, he held a Barrett Heavy Sniper designed for killing.

Through his crosshair scope, he could see clearly every guard and person who came and went near the headquarters.

This man was Blood Slave!

Blood Slave concealed himself very well.

From a distance, he looked just like a small fir tree.

The casual fall of leaves masked his figure flawlessly.

In fact, Blood Slave was a very refined man.

His fingers were slender and strong.

Apart from faint calluses on his fingertips, there were almost no flaws to be seen.

Such hands were suited for painting, writing poetry, playing the piano.

The only things they were not suited for were violence and killing.

Yet, it was with such hands that Blood Slave had forged his formidable reputation.

He was King Sniper and also King Assassin.

On the global assassin leaderboard, Blood Slave ranked fifth.

And on the global sniping leaderboard, Blood Slave ranked sixth.

Many king assassins used a thousand strange and varied methods to kill.

Using poison, close combat, explosions...

But Blood Slave's method of killing was simple yet very effective, deadly, and terrifying.

Sniping!

Blood Slave's rifle was a modified Barrett.

The barrel sawed off, even the stock was only half its original size.

Such a rifle, if seen by an expert, would inevitably be met with laughter and scorn.

However, no one dared to laugh at such a modified Barrett in Blood Slave's hands.

All over the world, countless prominent figures.

They all died under the protection that was extremely tight, killed by such a seemingly crude sniper rifle.

Who would dare to mock Blood Slave's gun?

By the time Blood Slave reached his Realm.

He no longer cared about the appearance, model, and other factors of the gun.

To Blood Slave, sniping was all about feeling.

With a gun in hand, he was the god of the battlefield.

He could decide the fate of anyone's life or death.

Blood Slave's eyes stared intently at the distant headquarters of the Song of October.

His fingers gently caressed his heavy sniper as though he were stroking a lover's hair.

An elegant smile formed on his lips.

"Magic Shadow, oh Magic Shadow, I believe you will like this gift," he murmured.

Just then, a luxurious Maybach off-road vehicle appeared in front of the Song of October headquarters.

All of this was clearly visible in Blood Slave's crosshair scope.

Blood Slave smiled.

It was the contented smile of an old hunter watching his prey fall into his trap.

The door of the Maybach off-road vehicle opened.

A squad jogged over, lining up in front of the vehicle, bowing to welcome the VIP inside.

A tall, bald man, dressed in a majestic military uniform, stepped down from the Maybach, striding forward.

His head shone brightly under the dim sky.

This man was the military officer of the Song of October.

He was the uncrowned king of the Land of Turmoil.

Ao Gunning!

Blood Slave's crosshair scope was trained on Ao Gunning's big, shiny bald head.

The muscles in his fingers began to tense.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out through the crosshair scope.

Ao Gunning's big bald head, like a watermelon struck by a large hammer, suddenly burst open, erupting into a cloud of blood mist.

The sniper bullet's huge impact carried Ao Gunning's body, flinging it into the air.

His burly corpse fell onto the tent and then dropped back down.

Ao Gunning is dead!

However, Blood Slave stared at his own fingers in shock.

His fingers hadn't pulled the trigger!

So, who fired the shot?

Immense danger approached.

It set off huge waves in Blood Slave's heart, which was usually as calm as an ancient well.

He was shocked and afraid!

Who could have infiltrated within a kilometer of him without his noticing?

A distance of less than a kilometer was already within a sniper's shooting range.

If that shot had been meant for Blood Slave,

then the person with the exploded head would have been him.

Could there be such a terrifying sniper in this world?

Blood Slave suddenly flipped over and stood up.

He rolled in sequence, taking cover behind a tall cedar tree.

Blood Slave was an experienced sniper.

He had made an accurate judgment based on the trajectory of the opponent's bullet.

The shooter had to be in the 9 o'clock direction.

Suddenly, a shudder went through Blood Slave's heart.

An indescribable sense of horror spread throughout his body.

This sensation was like a cold, venomous snake

raising its head near him, flicking its tongue.

All of Blood Slave's hairs stood on end.

He quickly ducked and then rolled in rapid succession.

Bang!

A bullet precisely cut off a tree branch above Blood Slave's head.

And the following bullets grazed by Blood Slave's side, shooting into the mud.

Such powerful sniper bullets, if one were to be hit, could shatter half a body.

For a sniper, one shot could be lethal!

It was only because of a premonition that Blood Slave had dodged this round of assassination.

He had no time to aim at his opponent when a new round of bullets came his way.

Blood Slave, ranked sixth in the global sniper list, was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying King Snipers.

However, the person lurking in the shadows was ten times more terrifying than Blood Slave.

Blood Slave had used all of his skill to avoid the second round of assassination.

When the other person was reloading, Blood Slave finally found an opportunity and fired a shot in return.

The person dodged Blood Slave's sniping and whistled a loud, clear whistle.

"Blood Slave, you truly deserved your place on the sniper leaderboard as a King."

"I declare, you are now worthy to die by my hand."

Hearing the voice of the person hiding behind the big tree,

Blood Slave suddenly had a realization, "Are you Magic Shadow?"

The person let out a cold, heh heh laugh.

"Ao Gunning's head is worth a hundred million US Dollars on the Youming Corporation's list, I wouldn't be courteous."

"You managed to dodge my first round of sniping, so you're qualified to play this game with me."

The big base camp of the Song of October, a kilometer away.

The scene was in total chaos after Legion Commander Ao Gunning was suddenly assassinated.

However, the elite October Imperial Guards immediately determined the sniper's direction.

The sound of gunfire here further exposed Blood Slave's hiding place.

An entire battalion of the October Guard charged over.

These Imperial Guards were all veterans of the battlefield.

As they ran, they bent low in a crouch, zigzagging in a serpentine fashion.

They didn't have many chances to shoot, but each bullet was incredibly precise.

In this respect, neither the Birch Family nor the Iron-Blooded Frenzy Dance could compare.

The hissing bullets scattered wildly among the trees, splintering the bark of the birch trees.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, "Blood Slave, our game begins now."

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