Yu Lian felt that he could at least be considered a battle-hardened veteran. He had seen all kinds of major events, and it was unlikely that any bizarre twist could still surprise him.
And yet, when General Gujiao's head shattered less than three meters away from him, his heart gave a jolt. He bared his teeth without meaning to, and for a moment, he had no idea how to react.
Fortunately, his keen eyesight had already caught the trajectory of a conical steel spike as it pierced the floor-to-ceiling window and burrowed into the head of the Vaingese general.
General Gujiao had been killed by a sniper from long range. Yu Lian immediately judged that the shot had come from at least several kilometers away, well beyond the reach of his senses. If the shooter had been targeting him, his spiritual awareness would certainly have reacted—perhaps even before the trigger was pulled and the bullet left the barrel. But the shooter had targeted General Gujiao from several kilometers away. There was nothing he could do about that.
But there was a problem. They were in a high-level conference room in the Sunflower Building, more than two hundred meters above the ground. Directly across the street stretched an unobstructed view of the avenues, the city plaza, and the Sunlit Boulevard along the coast. Beyond them lay the "warships" on the shallow sea, which looked like amusement park attractions.
Oh, right. There was also the film shoot that had nearly made Yu Lian's teeth fall out from secondhand embarrassment. It had drawn quite a few onlookers.
By his estimate, for the sniper to make the shot without being disturbed, the firing distance had to be at least five thousand meters. The shooter was probably hiding on a small boat offshore. Whether a