Precise Sniping!

In the forest on the edge of Maglin Island, Carlos lay on a rough, pale white stone, holding a black and red sniper rifle. His pupils had already changed into the Byakugan and Sharingan, one on each side, aiming down at a cobra foraging in the grass three kilometers away.

Carlos's breathing was slow and steady. In his black and white vision, he stared intently at the unsuspecting cobra. The three-tomoe Sharingan in his right eye slowly rotated, calculating and predicting the cobra's trajectory, wind speed, bullet velocity, and other factors.

Bang!

A muffled gunshot. A black projectile shot out from the scorching hot barrel, tearing through the void. From the dense, irregular forest, it found an optimal trajectory. The plump cobra, unknowingly swimming forward, directly ran into the bullet. The next moment, its entire head exploded into pieces. Behind it, a tree trunk as thick as a man's embrace was directly pierced!

"Tsk tsk, while not everything expensive is the best, you get what you pay for is true. This power and range are both impressive!"

The Blood Night sniper rifle was indeed excellent, with an effective range of five kilometers and an optimal range of three to three-and-a-half kilometers. With the Byakugan and Sharingan, the effective range of this gun could be further increased in Carlos's hands.

After firing a shot, Carlos, holding his sniper rifle, left with great interest, searching for new prey and new shooting locations.

Shooting stationary targets was impossible. His shooting skills were still quite good, and with the superb Byakugan and Sharingan, he had to challenge high difficulties to improve and make things interesting!

Three days later, at five in the morning, while most people were still asleep, Carlos had secretly arrived at Maglin Island's landmark building, a white tall tower nearly a hundred meters high. This tower had a giant clock and also served as a lighthouse.

Taking advantage of the pre-dawn darkness, Carlos crept to the top of the tower. The sniping position here was excellent. Most of the city, except for a few blind spots, was exposed under his gun sight...

The temperature at the top of the tower was very low, and the wind was strong. An ordinary person couldn't endure it for too long. Carlos held his beloved gun, took out a bottle of milk and a piece of soft cake, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

This was just a token gesture, to slightly fill his stomach. He couldn't eat too much, otherwise, digestion would affect his shooting level.

Half an hour later, smoking a cigarette on the tower top, Carlos clearly saw a large number of Mafia members mobilizing, blocking all the streets, and completely controlling the wide and prosperous dock of Maglin Island.

Ten gleaming luxury cars were parked at the largest berth. Members of the John Family, dressed in various suits and standing at attention, stood on the dock, undeterred by the damp and cold sea breeze. In the center was an old man with white hair, holding a purplish-red cane, his face ruddy and somewhat handsome, well-maintained.

This person was the Patriarch of the John Family, John Abad, a figure with great influence throughout the West Sea, and even some influence, though not much, on the Grand Line.

Carlos subconsciously tightened his clothes, though he wasn't cold. His eyes were fixed on the John Family members, occasionally glancing at the sea.

Another half an hour passed. The red sun emerged from the sea. From Carlos's position, he could see myriad red lights and a sky full of rosy clouds. The sea surface looked like boiling molten iron. A large cruise ship, not very luxurious, slowly sailed towards the dock, leaning against the rising sun.

Carlos's brow twitched. He inwardly thought, "The main guest has arrived." Then he adjusted his shooting posture, aiming motionlessly at the approaching cruise ship.

A few minutes later, the cruise ship reached the berth. Bodyguards dressed in black suits and ties, with an aura much sharper than that of the Mafia members, appeared. To be precise, they were spies directly belonging to the World Government's intelligence agency. It was just unknown which CP they were...

Although he didn't know which CP they were, based on what Carlos saw with his eyes, they could easily take on ten people, and dealing with over thirty wouldn't be a big problem. The difference in strength was huge!

In the blink of an eye, the dock became even more heavily guarded. After the spies disembarked, they efficiently took up their posts, conducted investigations, and maintained vigilance in an orderly and well-trained manner.

An elder, wearing a brocade robe with gold trim and a purple cloak, descended from the ship. The elder's facial skin was somewhat loose, and he had a smile on his face. He had white beards on his upper and lower jaw, the lower one being a foot long. The beard, facing away from the sea breeze, fluttered towards the dock. Wherever it passed, the guards among the spies bowed in greeting, and the John Family members smiled broadly...

A big question mark appeared in Carlos's mind. "Didn't they say they were coming low-key?"

Is this considered low-key?

Carlos shook his head. Perhaps this was their understanding of keeping a low profile...

In Carlos's opinion, the scale was already grand enough. The setup made it seem like a mouse pulling a shovel, with the real main event yet to come.

We don't understand the world of the rich, and even less so the world of the rich, powerful, and influential.

Carlos had many thoughts racing through his mind at this moment. He shook his head, clearing the jumbled thoughts, and focused on aiming, searching for the best shooting opportunity!

On the dock, the old man, a high-ranking official of the World Government, was nearing the end of the gangway from the cruise ship. Bodyguards flanked him, and the old man wore a smile, appearing approachable.

Just then, the opportunity presented itself. The old man seemed to be on very close terms with Abad, quickening his pace and walking ahead of his bodyguards. The people of the John Family, led by Abad, also quickened their steps, forming a surrounding formation and almost breaking into a run.

High in the tower, Carlos's pupils constricted slightly. Realizing this was an excellent chance, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. A muffled gunshot echoed, and the bullet tore through the air. After firing, Carlos didn't even wait to see the result. He immediately grabbed Blood Night and began his rapid withdrawal...

Whether the shot hit or not, Carlos was prepared to withdraw immediately. The forces deployed by both sides had exceeded his estimations. World Government spies would surely pinpoint the location of the gunshot instantly, even though his position was over three kilometers from the dock...

If the World Government official didn't die, it would be fine. But if he did, both the Mafia and the World Government spy members would likely go mad. They would spare no expense to find the sniper, and the entire Maglin Island would be placed under strict lockdown, with no one allowed to leave. It would be much harder to escape then!

On the dock, just as Abad and the old World Government official were about to shake hands, a bullet tore through the air. Most people relaxed, while the few who sensed something was wrong were too far away to react. The bullet directly pierced the old man's head, a clean headshot!

The old man's body flew out like a rag doll, white and red matter splattering in all directions. Abad, his sons, the influential elders of the John Family, and the bodyguards behind the old man were all splashed to varying degrees.

A large hole was blown through the old man's head on one side. He still maintained the handshake posture, his smile lingering on his face, but he had instantly died!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. To everyone on the dock, time had slowed down. In reality, time hadn't frozen or slowed; everyone was simply stunned!

They couldn't, wouldn't, and dared not accept this reality!