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Chapter 2389 200-meter fatal zone

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    On the outskirts of Independence Square, Kudo Masaoka and the Crimson Tide players were already in place.  Three groups of twelve Crimson Tide members have already sneaked close to their planned location.

    Kudo Masaoka and others did not appear in public because most of the Crimson Tide team are not black.  Although they all carried thin latex masks that could cover their skin color and temporarily disguise themselves as black people, their features were too obvious and could easily attract the attention of the guards.  So I just mingled on both sides of the street where there were fewer people, keeping their heads down.

    "Each team reported the situation." Masaoka Kudo pressed the communication headset and whispered.

    "General Logan's convoy has set off and is traveling along its planned route. We have planted roadside bombs along the path he must pass." A voice came from the earphones.

    "Very good." Kudo Masaoka nodded. After all, this was an assassination mission. If the target could be killed so easily, there would be no need to bother.  He paused and whispered, "What about the sniper team?"

    "The situation is not good, captain." The members of the sniper team reported in a low voice.

    "What's going on? Are you in trouble?" Kudo Masaoka frowned.

    "Yes, Captain, the several sniper points we have surveyed are surrounded by soldiers from Anmol. It seems that there are masters of counter-sniper assassination around the target. They blocked all the sniper targets at the venue half an hour in advance.  location. And there are a large number of Anmor soldiers searching nearby." The members of the Crimson Tide sniper team whispered.

    "What? Three sniper points, but none of them can be used?" Kudo Masaoka frowned.

    "Yes, sir, they are very cunning and have sent out a large number of soldiers. If we want to enter the sniper point, we must fight our way out. But if this is the case, this is also a reminder to the other party. The target can be easily found.  Threatening, and then getting away." The snipers of the Crimson Tide sniper team seemed to be in a dilemma.

    "Forget it, we haven't even seen the target's face yet. We must not alert the guards at this time." Kudo Masaoka gritted his teeth.  "Abandon the sniper plan, and the people with the sniper team will retreat to the outside of the square. Your mission will be changed to be responsible for the response."

    "Yes sir." The Crimson Tide sniper breathed a sigh of relief on the communication channel.

    Kudo Masaoka turned to look at the three team members following him, and said in a low voice, "It seems that the guards around the target have been alert for a long time. Bombs on the road may not be effective, and there is a high possibility that they will be discovered. However,  Since they put so much effort into searching for snipers, it just means that General Logan will definitely appear. Put on your mask and let's go!"

    Several Crimson Tide players behind him put on masks. Their silicone masks were specially made, very thin, and full-coverage. They were made very delicately and could completely disguise themselves as a black man.  The skin texture of black people looks very real, but their expressions are a bit dull after wearing them. If they don't speak and others don't stare carefully, they can still get away with it.

    Kudo Masaoka and the Crimson Tide players were all dressed up, and the clothes they wore were very civilian, and they were almost impossible to spot among the large black crowd.

    "The guards in front are very strict. We must be careful if we want to get through." Kudo Masaoka made up to look like an old black man, with gray and curly hair and a dark and shiny complexion. If you don't look carefully, you can see that he has no hair at all.  Flawed.  "Action!" he whispered, and several other team members nodded.  Follow him.  They came out from the street corner and blended into the joyful celebrating crowd.

    Kudo Masaoka is holding an Anmol flag in his hand. His flagpole is a gun barrel, and other parts are in the hands of several other men.  Carrying them separately is just to be able to get through and avoid spies in the crowd.  But as long as he enters the range where he can aim at the target, he can quickly assemble a modified L129a1 precision marksman rifle in more than ten seconds.

    This rifle is a precision marksman rifle specially designed for the British troops in Afghanistan. This rifle is between a rifle and a sniper rifle and is customarily positioned as a team sharpshooter rifle.  And equipped with acogta648 scope, it provides infantry squads with medium and long-distance and accurate firepower extension.  At a distance of two hundred meters, the accuracy and lethality are both impressive.

    The crowd celebrating Independence Day was carnival and enthusiastic, but the barrel of the gun in Kudo Masaoka's hand was cold and heavy.  He winked, and several of his men around him separated from the crowd and pushed toward the front.

    At this time, a piece of bad news convinced Kudo Masaoka that this was the only way for him to assassinate his target.  Because the demolition team's report came from the earphones, General Logan's convoy had passed through the bomb blasting area, but the powerful roadside bomb was not detonated.  This shows that roadside bombs have also been discovered.  Although Kudo Masaoka was a little disappointed, this was what he expected after all.

    Road??The bombs have been eliminated, the sniper point is guarded, and there is a fence within fifty meters that cannot be crossed. Now the only remaining method for Kudo Masaoka and others is to hide in the crowd at about two hundred meters and wait for an opportunity to launch an attack.  Kudo Masaoka believed in his own skills. There was almost no wind now, so it was not difficult to kill the target within two hundred meters. Of course, if he could get closer, he would be more confident.

    And General Logan¡¯s motorcade was still heading towards Independence Square.  General Logan looked at the crowd waving small celebration flags outside the car, with a bitter smile on his lips.  "Do they believe me?" General Logan turned to ask the guard captain Salz next to him.

    "Of course, General, they love you. And they firmly believe that you can lead them." Salz replied.

    "But I am deceiving them, and I have to lie." General Logan whispered, "Saltz, do you know why I admire you so much? Because you have the shadow of me when I was young. That is me as a pure  A soldier, not a politician, upright and brave, and maybe a little immature reckless. But now it's different. I face many choices. I have to deceive and manipulate people. Because I am not only a soldier, but also their leader.  .I want to think about not just the battle on the battlefield, but the battle in more aspects."

    "I understand, General." Saltz nodded in a low voice and took the military uniform that General Logan took off.  He and General Logan are relatives of the same family, and their looks are somewhat similar, so after putting on this general uniform full of medals and ribbons, they suddenly look much more similar.

    Logan looked at him and nodded, then handed him his hat, and then his sunglasses.  After Saltz put on his military cap, he looked like General Logan.  The pair of dark sunglasses that covered one-third of his face made it even more difficult for him and General Logan to distinguish the authenticity.

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