Bianca

Beta quietly left the perilous British Isles.

Meanwhile, at a British Army special sniper training base, the operation leader responsible for the Downing Street shooting investigation, Meva Lake, was facing the person she least wanted to see – Bianca. This Black female team leader, who, at first glance, easily reminded people of a Predator.

As two operation leaders for MI6, Meva and Bianca were respectively responsible for pursuing Beta, the killer in the Downing Street shooting, and "Jackal" from the Munich shooting.

However, the moment they met, the first thought that flashed through their minds wasn't about cooperation, but how to trip up the other.

Within this intelligence agency, factional struggles were already an open secret. Meva's Conservative Faction and Bianca's Reformist Faction were like fire and water, let alone the fact that Bianca was Meva's most detested Black colleague. There was no room for even the slightest softening in their relationship.

Bianca initiated the conflict first: "It seems some people are born thorough racists, huh?"

Meva's eyes instantly ignited: "You think I'm willing to waste my energy discriminating against you N******? Why don't you ask your compatriot who robbed and stabbed my mother with a knife and is still at large! Let him explain why I shouldn't hate you N****** to the bone!"

Meva's sarcasm continued: "A bunch of livestock tools shipped from the African Continent, and now you've learned to pretend to speak human language on the British Isles? You think putting on a suit can hide your low-class bloodline? Look at your Orangutan face; even Darwin would question if evolution made a mistake!"

This extremely vicious verbal attack left the training base commander standing nearby speechless.

Worse still, after Meva said it, the commander looked at the Black female team leader again, and indeed, the more he looked, the more she resembled an Orangutan. To conceal this impolite association, he could only lower his head and stare at the ground.

It would be truly impolite to burst out laughing now.

Bianca instantly flew into a rage and lunged at Meva: "Say that again, I dare you!"

The commander, clearly biased, stood between them and reprimanded them with a stern face: "Are MI6 agents here at my training base to put on a boxing match?"

He deliberately emphasized: "My time is not meant for dealing with such trivial disputes."

Meva smugly retracted her venomous tongue, while Bianca, blocked by the commander, had nowhere to vent her fury, her face becoming terrifyingly grim.

The commander turned to Meva and asked professionally: "Ms. Lake, may I ask the purpose of your visit to the training base this time?"

"We need to investigate," Meva replied directly. "As the top sniper training base in Britain, do you have the capability to train professional talent for 3800-meter extreme long-range sniping, including current trainees and graduated personnel? I would like to inquire about the relevant details."

The commander nodded and looked at Bianca: "Your purpose is the same?"

Bianca nodded with a somber face: "Yes, I want to inquire..."

The commander directly interrupted Bianca: "Alright, follow me."

This training base was built against the mountains and by the sea, its advantageous geographical location providing excellent conditions for sniper training.

Dense forests, open plains, rolling grasslands, coupled with the unpredictable winds and the humid, sticky sea breeze unique to the coastline, all combined to form a professional training ground closest to actual combat.

The commander led the two through the training area. Not far away, a team of trainee snipers was undergoing a precision shooting assessment; their targets were miniature targets with a diameter of only 5 centimeters at 1000 meters.

The commander raised his binoculars to observe, and Meva and Bianca also picked up the observation equipment on the table.

In the dense grass far away, sporadic gunshots could be heard intermittently. Sometimes the targets could be seen shaking after being hit, and sometimes there was no movement at all.

Meva put down her binoculars and got straight to the point: "As the cradle of British military and police snipers, has this place ever trained any students who could hit a 2.5-centimeter area on the first shot from 3800 meters away? Any period is fine."

Bianca immediately added: "To be precise, 3815 meters."

"A 15-meter difference?" Meva scoffed. "For a professional sniper capable of extreme shooting at 3800 meters, is this small error worth emphasizing?"

Before Bianca could retort, the commander had already lowered his binoculars and stated decisively: "I have commanded this training base for over fifty years, and I have never seen a sniper capable of reaching the level you are describing."

"Not a single one?" Meva pressed. "Not even those who are recorded as deceased?"

A conjecture lingered in her mind: although the shootings in Downing Street and Munich were not committed by the same person, the tactical characteristics displayed by the Munich shooter clearly bore the imprint of British special forces.

This made her suspect that Beta and "Jackal" were highly likely to have come from the military. And the mysterious disappearance of their file information might be because they forged death records through some means, leading to the relevant files being completely sealed and destroyed.

The commander clasped his hands behind his back, his tone indifferent: "This question, I'm afraid you'll have to seek answers from the Military Department. I am merely a training base commander, and you are the MI6 agents holding the investigative authority, aren't you?"

Meva nodded to the commander in acknowledgment: "Thank you for making time to receive us."

Bianca was still unwilling to give up: "Is there really no one who can reach this level? It's hard to believe."

The commander coldly glanced at the Black female team leader: "Are you trying to provoke me, or are you simply questioning me? The archive room is in the Military Department building. Go check it yourself, as long as you can get the access permit."

Meva politely bid farewell to the commander. The commander personally escorted her to the outer perimeter of the shooting range, and they exchanged pleasantries. However, towards Bianca, the commander merely gave a cold turn of his face and walked straight back into the shooting range.

Meva led her investigation team towards the parking lot when Bianca's voice suddenly came from behind: "Can we talk?"

She stopped, her hands still in her jacket pockets. The golden ponytail tied at the back of her head swayed gently with the movement of her turn, gleaming like metal in the sunlight.

"Talk about what?" Meva raised an eyebrow. "Are we going to have an evolution theory seminar?"

Bianca was momentarily speechless, choked by her words. She took a deep breath to suppress her anger: "Only by sharing intelligence can we quickly locate Beta and Jackal."

Meva, however, showed no intention of cooperating. She faked a smile: "Oh? All intelligence is archived at the department. If you need it, I can help you apply for an access permit, after all, not just anyone can view the Military Department's archives."

Bianca, from the series The Day of the Jackal.