Chapter 54 Sniper Killing
1032 number.

"F***!" Susanny thought of what happened before, and the elbow that the damn patrolman hit her hard. She couldn't help but touch her chin, and could vaguely feel the pain at that time.

"I must find a chance to kill him!"

It was precisely because of this that he couldn't control the rage rising from his body, and when he walked into the living room, he kicked the trash can next to him hard and sent it flying.

The remaining paper towels, tubes, etc. inside were immediately scattered on the floor.

But these garbage, the coffee table above the sofa, and the floor around the sofa are all very clean compared to the clothes piled on them.

Susanni took a breath but still felt stuffy. He ignored the garbage on the floor, walked to the window, opened the curtains and opened the window for ventilation, then walked towards the main room and kept groping around. Finally, he found a small bag of bai powder.
Then he went straight to the living room and sat on the dirty sofa. Susanni felt like she was itching all over and threw all the things on the coffee table away with one hand, letting all the garbage fall on the floor like rain, and then placed the small bag in her hand, which was like a treasure, on the table.
What he didn't know was that all of this was seen by people in a hotel far away.

"Hopeless."

York shook his head and closed his left eye, then began to turn the knob of the scope to adjust the focus and angle. At this time, York's breathing gradually became smooth, and he tried to keep his heart rate at its best.

The line of sight in his right eye had already followed the crosshairs of the scope and was fixed firmly on Susani, who was leaning over and taking a drug.

“Luck doesn’t really exist, karma doesn’t exist, and sadly, absolute justice doesn’t exist either.”

Along with the murmurs, Yorks felt that he had really fallen into a dead silence. The target in his eyes had already stood up, looking up at the ceiling with a dazed gaze, enjoying his own world.

"I hope you can live in the imaginary world at this time. This is my mercy to you."

The world in York's eyes seemed to have stagnated. In his sight, the right temple of Susanni seemed to be slowly growing larger, directly occupying his field of vision.

At this moment, time seems to be stretched, and every second is divided into slow-motion shots.

"goodbye!"

York pulled the trigger.

There was a soft "puff" sound, a sound that people could hear but would not think of as a gunshot.

The bullet quietly left the gun, leaving an almost invisible trajectory silently, crossing the void and crossing the distance of several hundred meters straight towards Susani.

The next second, in York's sight and imagination, the bullet hit Susani's skin gently without any sound.

But a tiny dent appeared on Susanni's temple, which then quickly spread. His whole body stiffened, and his eyes suddenly lost focus. Under inertia, his body fell backwards. He died silently without making any sound. It was unknown how long it would take for someone to discover him because of the stench of the corpse.

York opened his left eye, moved the scope and saw clearly that Susani had fallen to the ground without any movement. He exhaled, relaxed his tense body, and picked up the DVL-10 M1 that was placed directly next to the window.

"Finish!"

York placed the DVL-10 M1 flat on the table again, quickly disassembled the DVL-10 M1 in front of him again, and put them one by one into his backpack on the table. He then picked up the shells that fell on the ground and put them in his backpack, then closed the zipper.

Then he moved the table back to its original position, fell on the double bed next to it, and looked at the ceiling.

He shot and killed another person, but he didn't feel anything at all. It was the same with the first person he shot before. He didn't feel anything at all. He was so cold and inhuman.

This may also be a sequelae of time travel. In addition to family members, I have other ideas about the life in this parallel world.

"Isn't it disgusting?" York laughed at himself. He took out his phone from his pocket and remembered the map he had written down before. He searched online for this French restaurant that seemed to be quite famous nearby and called the reservation number. "Hello, this is Maxim's Restaurant. How can I help you?"

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, York said calmly: "I want to reserve a seat for tonight. Is there any vacancy?"

"Sir, may I ask how many people are dining here?"

"Two, a man and a woman."

"I see. We still have a relatively quiet window seat left tonight. The view and atmosphere are very good. You will like it. What time do you want? Or do you have any special requests that you need to let us know?"

Hearing this, York raised his left hand and glanced at his watch. It was already afternoon. He estimated the time when Tifa would get off work and go home to dress up, and said calmly.

"Order a bouquet of roses for me at seven o'clock."

"Yes, sir! What is your name?"

"Yorks Sheffield!"

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After making the reservation call, York stood up, ignored the backpack on the table, left the bed, left the suite, and left the hotel.

Sitting in the driver's seat of an ordinary Volkswagen Bora, Yorks drove in the direction he wanted to go while making a phone call.

"Hello, York?" The voice belonged to his younger brother, Ful.

York turned at the quiet intersection and drove towards his destination, under an overpass.

"Ful, I'm going to use your Bugatti Sentodic tonight."

There's no way. He actually has a good car, but he basically exchanged it for money and used it all for other things, so currently he only has this relatively functional f150 raptor.

He also remembered that Uncle Graham gave Furl a Bugatti Sentodic as a gift for his coming-of-age ceremony.

The Bugatti Sentodic is a limited edition super sports car launched by Bugatti to commemorate its 110th anniversary. Only 10 units were produced in the world.

重新设计的前脸、碳纤维风挡、16个气缸形状的尾灯、法国国旗图案的镜面和座椅等。搭载8.0升W16四涡轮增压发动机，最大功率为1600马力，最高时速为420公里/小时，0-100公里/小时加速仅需2.4秒。

That's right, he is so vulgar and nouveau riche that he doesn't care whether this is unfashionable or not, nor does he care whether Tifa has any other opinions about him.

Some high-level women may seem to think he is unsophisticated or that their spiritual levels don't match, but in fact, when he takes them out for a race, they will scream.

In the past, people would think that women with low material desires and who are equally wealthy would not like to be so ostentatious, but in fact, she doesn’t care. It has nothing to do with her personality. She only cares about who the man is. Of course, having money will also add points.

Thinking of the program planned for tonight, Yorks' mouth curled up slightly. He hasn't been so unrestrained for a long time. Since Tifa wants to know his past, he might as well let her see his other side.

"Keep it simple and rough."

(End of this chapter)