Precision Sniping!

In the forest on the outskirts of Maglin Island, Carlos lay prone atop a rough, pale white rock, gripping a black-and-red sniper rifle. His eyes had long since transformed into the Byakugan and Sharingan, one on each side, as he aimed down from above at a cobra foraging through the grass three kilometers away.

Carlos breathed slowly and steadily, his black-and-white field of vision fixed firmly on the oblivious cobra. The Three-Tomoe Sharingan in his right eye slowly rotated, calculating and predicting the cobra's path, wind speed, bullet velocity, and other factors.

Bang!

A muffled gunshot rang out. A black bullet burst from the scorching barrel, tore through the air, and found the optimal trajectory through the irregular, densely packed forest. The fat cobra unknowingly slithered forward straight into the bullet. In the next instant, its entire head exploded into fragments, and a tree trunk thick enough for one person to wrap their arms around was punched through behind it!

"Not everything expensive is necessarily the best, but you do get what you pay for. This power and range are seriously impressive!"

The Blood Night sniper rifle was indeed exceptional. Its effective range was five kilometers, with an optimal range of three to three and a half kilometers. With the Byakugan and Sharingan, Carlos could push its effective range even farther.

After taking the shot, Carlos carried the sniper rifle away with great interest, searching for new prey and a new firing position.

Shooting stationary targets was out of the question. His marksmanship was already decent, and with the incredible Byakugan and Sharingan, he had to challenge himself with difficult targets to improve. That was the only way it would be interesting!

Three days later, at five in the morning, while most people were still asleep, Carlos secretly arrived at Maglin Island's landmark: a white tower nearly a hundred meters tall. A massive clock hung from it, and it also served as a lighthouse.

Before dawn broke, Carlos made his way to the top of the tower. The sniping position here was superb. Aside from a few blind spots, most of the city lay exposed beneath his gun...

The temperature atop the tower was low and the wind was fierce. Ordinary people could not endure it for long. Hugging his beloved gun, Carlos took out a bottle of milk and a soft cake and began eating breakfast.

It was only enough to tide him over and fill his stomach a little. He could not eat too much, or digestion would affect his shooting.

Half an hour later, Carlos, smoking atop the tower, clearly saw a large number of Mafia Members mobilizing. They sealed off every street and completely took control of Maglin Island's broad, bustling harbor.

Ten gleaming luxury cars were parked at the largest berth. John Family members in suits of various colors stood waiting on the docks despite the damp, cold sea wind. At the center stood a well-maintained old man with graying hair, a purplish-red cane in hand, a ruddy complexion, and a somewhat handsome face.

This man was the head of the John Family, John Abad, an extremely influential figure throughout the West Sea. He even possessed some influence in the Grand Line, though it was not particularly great.

Carlos instinctively pulled his clothes tighter, though he was not cold. His eyes remained fixed on the John Family members, occasionally glancing at the sea.

Another half hour passed. The red sun emerged from the sea, and from Carlos's position, he could see countless crimson rays and clouds filling the sky. The ocean resembled boiling molten iron as a large cruise ship, not particularly luxurious in appearance, slowly sailed toward the harbor against the rising sun.

Carlos's brows twitched. The main guest has arrived. He shifted into a firing position and aimed motionlessly at the approaching cruise ship.

A few minutes later, the cruise ship reached the berth. One by one, bodyguards in black suits and ties appeared. Their presence was far sharper than that of the Mafia Members. More accurately, they were spies directly under a World Government intelligence agency. Carlos simply did not know which CP branch they belonged to...

Although he did not know which CP branch they were from, based on what Carlos could see with his eyes, any one of them could easily take on ten men, and fighting thirty or so would not be much of a problem. The difference in strength was enormous!

In the blink of an eye, the harbor became even more heavily guarded. After the spies disembarked, some stood guard, some investigated, and some kept watch. Everything was orderly and disciplined.

An old man dressed in an embroidered robe with golden trim and a purple cape stepped off the ship. The skin on his face was somewhat loose, but he wore a smile. White beards grew from both his upper and lower jaws, the lower one a foot long. Blown by the sea wind, his beard streamed toward the docks. Everywhere he passed, the spies on guard bowed in salute, while the John Family members smiled broadly...

A huge question mark appeared in Carlos's mind. Hadn't they said he was coming quietly?

This counted as low-key?

Carlos shook his head. Perhaps this was what they considered low-key...

In Carlos's eyes, the display was already grand enough. Judging by this formation, it felt like this was only the beginning and something even bigger was yet to come.

The world of the rich was beyond his understanding. The world of those with money, power, and influence was even more incomprehensible.

At that moment, countless thoughts ran through Carlos's mind. He shook his head, casting away the messy thoughts, and focused on aiming as he searched for the best shooting opportunity!

At the harbor, the elderly World Government official was almost down the gangway. Bodyguards followed both in front of and behind him, while the old man wore a friendly smile and looked approachable.

At that moment, an opportunity appeared. The old man seemed close to Abad, so he quickened his pace, passed his bodyguards, and walked over alone. The John Family members, led by Abad and arranged around him, also sped up, almost breaking into a jog.

Atop the tower, Carlos's pupils contracted slightly. Realizing this was a perfect opportunity, he pulled the trigger without hesitation. A muffled gunshot rang out, and the bullet tore through the air. This time, Carlos did not even look at the result. He immediately grabbed Blood Night and rapidly retreated...

Whether the shot hit or missed, Carlos had already decided to leave immediately. The forces deployed by both sides exceeded his expectations. The World Government spies would certainly be able to identify the location of the gunshot in an instant, even though he was more than three kilometers from the harbor...

It would be fine if that World Government official survived. But if he died, both the Mafia and the World Government spies would likely go mad. They would surely spare no effort to find the sniper. The entirety of Maglin Island would be placed under lockdown, allowing entry but forbidding departure. Leaving then would not be so easy!

At the harbor, just as Abad's outstretched hand was about to clasp the hand of the elderly World Government official, a bullet ripped through the air. Most people had relaxed their guard, while the few who sensed something was wrong were too far away to reach him. The bullet plunged straight into the old man's head, blowing it apart instantly!

The old man's body flew away like a rag doll. White and red matter splattered in every direction, spraying Abad, Abad's sons, the John Family elders with real authority, and the bodyguards behind the old man to varying degrees.

A massive hole had been blasted through the side of the old man's head. He still retained the posture of reaching out for a handshake, and the smile remained on his face, but he had died instantly!

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. To everyone at the harbor, it felt as though time had slowed. In truth, time had neither frozen nor slowed; everyone had simply been utterly stunned!

They could not, would not, and dared not accept such a reality!