Ghost had plenty of experience. After receiving that strange halo warning earlier, he immediately retreated a kilometer away and set up his sniper rifle to observe the situation.
Ghost was waiting for those Contractors who had participated in the Five Shadows Summit and returned with a full haul. If their condition was poor, he would immediately make his move, snipe them from a distance until they lost the ability to act, then begin extorting them. After looting them clean, he would silence them at once to avoid future trouble.
As for those Contractors who returned with a full haul but were uninjured, Ghost would not provoke them. He was like a hunter waiting for his prey—very patient.
The cold wind howled, and the flying snow somewhat obstructed Ghost's vision.
When the snowfall thinned somewhat, Ghost's pupils contracted. Through the scope, he saw a Minotaur 835 meters away.
Ghost's finger rested on the trigger. The Minotaur 800 meters away was badly wounded. The savage wounds covering its body were clearly severe, and judging by its ghastly green complexion, it seemed to have been poisoned.
After hesitating for a moment, Ghost chose not to act yet. This Minotaur was probably a summoned creature, and it was not worth exposing himself.
A few seconds later, Ghost sensed that something was wrong. The Minotaur was actually walking straight toward him.
The moment he noticed this, Ghost pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Pfft.
The sound of the sniper rifle equipped with a suppressor was unusual, resembling the burst of escaping air.
Whoosh~
A silver bullet covered in patterns flew toward Ammu. Wherever it passed, snowflakes were blasted apart.
When Ghost pulled the trigger, he had already predicted the result: the enemy's head would explode like a watermelon. This was a special bullet he had spent