Sniper Headshot

Outside the Mike Family's grand mansion, after a round of inspections, they entered without incident. There were many big shots inside the mansion, and a subordinate leader like Carlos barely ranked among them. Besides the Mafia's leaders and subordinate leaders, there were also various prominent figures from Iron Island.

Following the usual procedure, Carlos led his men in sorrowfully offering flowers and incense to Boss Mike. After lingering in the mansion for a while and chatting with acquaintances, Cani was released as Carlos had expected, since there was nothing serious involved. Finally, Carlos left with his men.

After returning to his small base, Carlos told his underlings to do as they pleased while he went to train in the backyard.

The backyard was filled with various training equipment Carlos had bought with his wages. Ever since joining the Mafia, he had spent most of his income on training gear and supplements related to physical conditioning.

Carlos's training was divided into regular training and specialized training.

Regular training included weightlifting, running, sit-ups, push-ups, frog jumps, pull-ups, and so on.

Specialized training involved cultivating four martial arts: Eagle Claw Technique, Golden Bell Shield, Twelve Road Tan Leg, and Bone Shrinking Skill.

He had cultivated Bone Shrinking Skill in the past merely out of boredom. Eagle Claw Technique, Golden Bell Shield, and Twelve Road Tan Leg were his primary disciplines.

Of those three martial arts, Twelve Road Tan Leg was the easiest, Eagle Claw Technique came next, and Golden Bell Shield was the hardest.

Mastering any martial art required a tremendous amount of time. In his previous life, Chou Xiao Chi had been considered a martial arts prodigy, yet it had still taken him more than a decade to bring Twelve Road Tan Leg and Golden Bell Shield to great mastery.

Only Eagle Claw Technique had he not merely cultivated to perfection—he had even surpassed his master. Within their small circle, he had earned the title of Eagle Claw King. He had been someone of note!

Fortunately, after transmigrating and being reborn, he had the cultivation experience of his previous life. It took him only a little over four years to return to his former peak. What excited him most, however, was that even after reaching his previous level, he had yet to feel any bottleneck!

Although he did not know the limits of his martial arts in this world—whether they would become incompatible with this world and stagnate at a certain point, or continue advancing without limit...

No matter what, he could reach a martial realm he had never stepped into in his previous life. He simply did not know how far that realm went.

Even if it did not go far, it did not matter. He already had a solution—the Devil Fruit he had eaten was his insurance!

For several days straight, aside from assigning tasks to his men, Carlos refused all visitors and declined every social engagement. He stayed cooped up in his small base, utterly immersed in training...

During his training breaks, Carlos eagerly studied how to perfectly integrate his Dojutsu, the Sharingan, and the Byakugan into his combat system.

The Byakugan in particular seemed like a perfect match for his Eagle Claw Technique!

Eagle Claw Technique already possessed techniques such as feeling the pulse through clothing, separating tendons and dislocating bones, and striking acupoints to cut off breath. Combined with the Byakugan's abilities, he could skip the step of feeling the pulse through clothing entirely. Separating tendons, dislocating bones, and striking acupoints to cut off breath would become effortless. Every movement could target vital areas or crucial acupoints—every strike deadly. Even if they did not die, they would be crippled!

By the same logic, the offensive power of Twelve Road Tan Leg would become even sharper. He could also better study the issue of the vital openings that had always plagued Golden Bell Shield practitioners. Perhaps he could even solve it?

After several days of high-intensity training, Carlos could feel that his physical condition had improved noticeably. Still, the time had been too short, so the improvement was not particularly great.

Though Carlos was engrossed in training, he was not oblivious to outside affairs. He had instructed his trusted subordinate Noah to constantly gather information about the struggle for the family head position.

There was no system of primogeniture for the position of Mafia Boss. The strong were always respected, and strength spoke for itself!

Carlton, a big boss who was not part of the Mike Family's direct lineage, was the first to be jointly pushed out by Mike Moxie's eldest son, third son, and nephew. This was the Mike Family's consensus. No outsider could possibly be allowed to take the boss's position...

Although Carlton had been tacitly forced out by the three of them, he had also become someone they all sought to win over!

For the three of them to rise to power, support from three fronts was most important.

First was support from within the family, such as retired elders. Second was support from the John Family, since the Mike Family was a subordinate family of the John Family, one of the five major Mafia families of the West Sea. Third was the support of Carlton, the only leader outside the direct lineage. Whoever gained Carlton's support would effectively control half of the Mike Family's strength.

For the position of family head, the three men each displayed their own methods, with scheme after scheme emerging. Carlos even had to praise some of their tactics as ingenious. However, all three remained fairly restrained. No violence had broken out, and the conflicts remained within controllable limits.

How could that do? Without bloody conflict, how would the positions, one carrot for one hole, ever become vacant?

After several days, Carlos felt their anger should have built up enough. As long as he gave them a hard push, they would definitely be unable to resist killing one another—for the Boss's position and for their own safety!

Night fell. Under a dark sky and fierce wind, Carlos quietly left his small base with a gun on his back. Wearing sunglasses and activating his Byakugan, he avoided the crowds and arrived at the foot of the mountain below the Mike Family mansion.

Using the Byakugan's abilities, Carlos found a concealed sniper position overlooking the road. Holding a finely crafted sniper rifle, he aimed at the only route leading to the mansion and waited for his prey to step into the trap.

Carlos intended to shoot one of the Mike Family's three direct lineage leaders. He had no fixed target; any one of the three would do.

This was the hard push he had prepared. If he assassinated one of the leaders, he refused to believe that, at such a sensitive time, it would not provoke suspicion, hostility, and tension...

The Mike Family's headquarters was the mansion on the mountain. Usually, the Mike Family head stayed there year-round, while the other leaders had their own offices and homes in East City. But at such a special time, in order to gain support from within the family, the three leaders had reportedly been returning every day.

Now it was simply a matter of seeing who the unlucky one would be—the one who happened to run into him...

Time passed bit by bit. Carlos lay silently hidden in the grass, quiet and patient like a venomous snake. If he did not move, he was harmless. Once he moved, it was fatal!

Half an hour later, lights appeared. Carlos swept his gaze over them. With his extreme vision, built-in telescope, and night vision, he spotted three black cars approaching at an unhurried pace. They were the old-fashioned kind.

Carlos shifted the muzzle of his gun. His gaze pierced through the headlights and car doors, and he quickly found his target among the three vehicles: Mike Moxie's eldest son, Mike Henry.

Carlos's lips curved slightly. He was the best possible target among the three! Mike Henry was the eldest son, after all. His prestige and influence exceeded those of the third son, Mike Kellen, and the nephew, Mike Klin. Once he died, the struggle was far more likely to spiral out of control!

When he first arrived in this world, his marksmanship had been a complete mess. But after joining the Mafia, Golden Bell Shield was still unable to withstand bullets, and his own speed was insufficient to evade them. Since he also lacked long-range attack methods, he had put a great deal of effort into practicing with guns!

Why had Noah become his trusted subordinate?

One reason was that Noah had once taught him how to shoot. Now, combined with the effects of his Devil Fruit ability, he could be considered an expert marksman!

Carlos took off his sunglasses, closed his eyes, then opened them. Something strange happened: his two Byakugan transformed, his left eye remaining a Byakugan while his right became a two-tomoe Sharingan. The powers of the Byakugan and Sharingan activated together, and the muzzle slowly tracked the movement of the middle car...

Although he had spent relatively little time on the Eye of the Devil Fruit these past few days, he had still taken the time to study it. Using the Byakugan and Sharingan together was the result.

Bang!

When the vehicle carrying Mike Henry entered the sniper rifle's range, Carlos decisively pulled the trigger. A flash of fire burst from the muzzle, and a powerful lead bullet tore through the air...

Mike Henry sat in the luxurious rear compartment, holding a glass of red wine as he quietly considered how to win over the John Family's decision-maker... Suddenly, the car window shattered violently. A lead bullet struck with perfect accuracy, entering through Henry's temple. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering across the windows, seats, and the back of the front seat. Henry's body collapsed heavily, and the convoy immediately fell into chaos...

From afar, Carlos could clearly see Henry's head explode. He smiled faintly, slung the sniper rifle over his back, and swiftly departed.