Qin Fen graded himself, casually tossing the corpse of the terrorist—whose eyeballs had popped out from the sheer pressure—onto the ground.

Both deductions had been due to the music: one for a slight fluctuation in emotion during the concealment phase, and the other for an emotional surge in the final moment before taking action, coinciding with the arrival of the music.

If the sniper hadn't been a child soldier for the terrorist cell, Qin Fen wasn't sure if those two slips would have introduced more variables into the mission.

T93? Qin Fen smirked. If this sniper had been trained under the Gun King, he'd probably have been verbally flayed alive. The performance modulation was barely passing, but failing to even correct the inherent flaws of the weapon itself, refusing to adjust its accuracy from a mere three minutes of arc to one minute of arc—that was profoundly unprofessional.

Having followed the Gun King for a period, Qin Fen had unconsciously begun to pursue perfection in the weaponry utilized by sharpshooters.

M82A1 customized—quick assembly complete.

The massive rifle revealed its ferocious countenance.

Wielding the heavy sniper rifle, Qin Fen swiftly located the two artillerymen belonging to the terrorists at several spots he had already reconnoitered.

The PP89 100mm mortar was already set up in that concealed corner, and the two gunners were anxiously peering through binoculars, repeatedly confirming the distance to the stage.

High-explosive fragmentation shells loaded, Qin Fen intently observed the two terrorists who showed no immediate intent to fire. They were likely waiting for some signal from their sniper, perhaps?

Qin Fen did not fire immediately. Firing that shot would certainly eliminate the two terrorists, but it would also alert the other militants and disrupt the flow of the concert.

He needed to wait for a specific segment planned by the concert's designers.

Brilliant! Roaring fireworks!

The instant the fireworks ascended and exploded, Qin Fen’s shoulder gave a slight twitch. A faint gust of air erupted from the ejection port of the M82A1, and the high-explosive fragmentation shell detonated beneath the feet of the two artillerymen.

The tremendous roar of thousands of fireworks exploding simultaneously drowned out the sound of Qin Fen’s shot.

As the fireworks dissipated and their dazzling light faded, two bodies lay silently beside the mortar.

Gently setting down the M82A1, Qin Fen picked up the T93 and fitted the pre-prepared suppressor onto the relatively weaker sniping equipment.

He couldn't have watched the surveillance footage for nothing. Since he knew the terrorists' gear was the T93, it would be a waste not to utilize it.

In the cavernous stadium, locating the hidden terrorists was indeed difficult. Fortunately, Qin Fen had a basic understanding of the firearms these individuals used and knew precisely where on the venue these weapons were best positioned.

From his close-fitting clothing, Qin Fen extracted a small metal case and gently opened it, retrieving several "Ice Rounds."

These terrorists were mixed in with the crowd. Using metal bullets, the moment one was eliminated, it would easily draw attention.

These Ice Rounds were different. After entering the body through high-speed friction, the bullet would instantly melt. Moreover, due to their initial freezing point, they could temporarily coagulate the blood for a time, meaning no visible damage would appear from the outside. People would more easily assume they were ordinary fans who had fainted from excitement.

One, two, three...

Qin Fen had never experienced such easy target acquisition. These terrorists were nervously focused on the stage, completely motionless targets, requiring no martial skills whatsoever—far easier than the moving targets during the Gun King's training.

Four...? Huh?

Just as Qin Fen locked onto the fourth target, a familiar figure appeared beside that person.

Amidst the bustling crowd, Xue Tian strolled past that individual with an air of lazy indifference, yawning. If Qin Fen hadn't been observing intently through the sniper scope, he might not have even noticed Xue Tian make his move.

A short blade flashed, piercing the terrorist’s back heart with lightning speed. As the knife was withdrawn, before a single drop of blood could seep out, two plainclothes officers trailing him surged forward, slapped adhesive tape over the wound, and silently dragged the terrorist out of the crowd.

Fast! Truly incredibly fast!

Qin Fen had never seen a blade move so swiftly—a strike without any warning, clean, and exquisite!

This was a worthy opponent! The smile on Qin Fen’s lips deepened; constant combat had conditioned him to instantly gauge strength levels.

In the crowd, Xue Tian, still yawning, raised his arm high and gave a thumbs-up toward Qin Fen’s position.

Qin Fen tutted. Xue Tian was not someone who cultivated diligently, yet his strength was already this formidable. What level of advancement would he reach if he exerted his full effort?

After eliminating the last terrorist from the Scimitar organization, Qin Fen watched Xue Tian retrieve a lump of putty-like material from beneath a seat—C4!

C4 that could detonate with high intensity via a single electronic signal!

The plainclothes officers behind him swiftly placed the C4 into a metal case. Qin Fen knew that was a specialized device capable of blocking all electronic signals.

Xue Tian then held up a victorious V-sign.

The next moment, this young recruit, who had been yawning moments ago, transformed into an ardent fan, tightly embracing the person beside him and roaring wildly.

Qin Fen rubbed his forehead. Was this kid here for the concert? Or here to take liberties? Even Lin Liqiang, seeing the way his hands continuously roamed up and down the woman immersed in the concert's fervor, would have to concede defeat, right?

The T93 was completely retired from the battle. Qin Fen once again positioned his Barrett M82A1 for the sniper shot.

While searching for Zajjad, Qin Fen subconsciously glanced toward another sniping perch—the best vantage point available here.

He had stationed ten police officers on the periphery of that location to prevent any terrorist snipers from appearing there.

This platform, which should have been empty, now held a person in that very instant!

Indeed, a woman!

A woman Qin Fen could vaguely claim to know.

Yuwen Qian, the white-collar worker he had met at the café, the one who had given him her phone number and name.

In the darkness, Yuwen Qian’s black, form-fitting attire blended seamlessly with the surroundings. If not for the Gun Sense cultivated over many days by the Gun King, which had triggered his sharp nerves the moment her sniping equipment was set up, he might have been caught off guard this time.

Terrorist? Assassin? Targeting the Feixin Women's Band?

Several notions flashed through Qin Fen’s mind, only to be dismissed one by one.

Terrorists rarely hired assassins; it would tarnish the purity and glory of their so-called holy war.

In fact, assassins disliked working for terrorists; one slip-up and they themselves could become individuals perpetually wanted by the Federation.

At this point, anyone targeting the Feixin Women's Band—regardless of whether they were a terrorist or not—by stopping and assassinating the two girls hosting the anti-terrorism concert, would functionally become a terrorist in action.

Qin Fen also sensed that this woman, positioned some distance away, held no animosity toward Ya Xin and Ya Fei. She seemed to be searching for something.

Searching for what? With sniping gear at a concert like this, if she wasn't after the Feixin Women's Band, she must be after those who intended to cause trouble.

Not good! The tension Qin Fen hadn't kept fully taut moments ago snapped completely tight in that instant. This woman was here to steal his business!

Yuwen Qian also noticed Qin Fen then. Through her scope, she could clearly see the devastating power contained within the massive weapon in his hands.

M82A1? What was he planning to do with that? Shoot a jungle hunter-type light mobile armor? Or was his target the genetically mutated African Scaly Elephant, covered in scales?

Qin Fen felt Yuwen Qian observing him, but he didn't have time to exchange greetings. As long as she showed no malicious intent to snipe him—no killing intent in her locked gaze—he would ignore her completely. He needed to find Zajjad ahead of her and eliminate him!

That was a ten-thousand-dollar bounty! Even if he was killed, the military would take half the reward, leaving five thousand dollars! Capturing him alive was worth one hundred thousand dollars!

Yuwen Qian paused. As Qin Fen’s sniper scope swept rapidly through the crowd, she instantly grasped his intention.

This rookie was trying to muscle in on the job!

Yuwen Qian immediately lost interest in greeting Qin Fen, and her scope instantly began searching the crowd.

Found him!

Almost simultaneously, a smile touched the corners of both their mouths, and the murderous intent of their sniper locks virtually locked onto Zajjad at the same moment! Zajjad was currently hiding in a dark corner, polishing his "fangs," having somehow managed to blend into the staff contingent.

The instant the sniper lock engaged, Zajjad shuddered violently. Having walked the line between life and death numerous times during terrorist activities, he had developed a sixth sense akin to a wild animal.

As Zajjad's body trembled, Qin Fen’s heart tightened in response.

If only one rifle had locked onto Zajjad, this man who had danced with death for years might not have noticed anything.

But two sniping rigs brimming with killing intent—the pressure was too immense. If Zajjad felt nothing now, he’d be an idiot.

Where would he dodge? Left? Right? Up? Down? Or stand still?

A cascade of thoughts flooded Qin Fen’s mind. At that same instant, Zajjad's muscles twitched, and his bio-beast mode instantly engaged at full power.

The M82A1 roared!

He will stand still! Qin Fen told himself with absolute certainty.

This was Squad Leader Hao’s psychology, the shooting psychology of the Gun King, yielding a conclusion in an instant.

Whether this conclusion was correct or not, Qin Fen had to bet on it. It was the only opportunity! If he didn't even fire his weapon, he wouldn't have a chance at all! Even if he failed, he still had Sister-in-law Phoenix!

The gun in Yuwen Qian's hand fired simultaneously. At the very moment the shot rang out, Yuwen Qian dropped her sniping equipment and immediately sprinted toward Zajjad.