One Shot to the Soul

The cannon was still an old one, 120mm caliber, exactly the same as the one used in Afghanistan.

"Why is it still this one?" Hong Fei's tone carried a hint of disdain.

"Look closely, this is a cannon! You thought it was a gun? How much bigger do you want? Should I bring over the Gustav Cannon for you?" Frank rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the heavens.

Hong Fei grumbled, "Heh, this thing still looks a bit small-time. I definitely need to get my hands on a real big gun in the future!"

Frank couldn't even be bothered to speak.

After watching for a while, Hong Fei said, "Move it out, drive far away. I've already given you the address. I'll have Wesley bring Kingpin over. Once the target is confirmed, I'll give you the signal. Absolutely do not hesitate for a second, fire immediately."

"Don't worry. But are you sure you won't hit any civilians?"

Hong Fei sneered, "In the dead of night, is just anyone able to get close to Kingpin's warehouse? Fire away. Whoever gets blown to bits, so be it. They're definitely not innocent."

"I still think we should go straight for the kill. With our abilities, we could completely take him down head-on."

Hong Fei: "Brute! Do you think he's just one person? If he can't beat you, he can run. Why make such a big fuss when one shot can solve it?"

Before the sun had fully risen, Frank drove the small truck with the mortar out of the city. Hong Fei, meanwhile, turned and dialed Wesley's number.

"Tonight at eleven, the warehouse at the foot of the western mountain. No matter what it takes, bring Kingpin to me, or tomorrow will be your death anniversary." Without waiting for Wesley's response, Hong Fei hung up.

Back home, he set his alarm and crashed for a nap, waking up again at dusk.

Donning his black outfit, mask, and sniper rifle, Hong Fei drove to the outskirts. After changing in a dense forest, he used the cover of the rising night to approach the warehouse at the foot of the mountain.

Lying prone in the woods about three hundred meters away, Hong Fei began to stare intently at the warehouse.

At this moment, the warehouse showed no signs of anything unusual. Apart from a few security guards who occasionally appeared, there were no outsiders. The area was also piled high with wood.

At nine o'clock, urgent police sirens sounded, approaching from a distance. Several police cars suddenly arrived.

Instantly, Hong Fei noticed that the warehouse was suddenly filled with over a hundred people. They emerged from various corners, but were quickly ushered back by someone waving his hand.

After getting out of their cars, the dozen or so police officers said nothing. They first controlled the people present and then began their search.

However, after more than half an hour, the police emerged from the warehouse with looks of unwillingness. Clearly, they had not found any valuable clues.

After the police cars departed, Hong Fei saw the manager immediately pull out his phone.

Without a doubt, this had to be Wesley's doing. To ensure Kingpin was brought out with absolute certainty, a major event was necessary.

Nothing could be more serious than the police suddenly showing up at the warehouse.

This was because the warehouse stored most of Kingpin's merchandise, and even his only factory.

As for the consequences of this action?

The intelligent Wesley surely understood why Hong Fei wanted to lure Kingpin out. In fact, if Hong Fei hadn't acted, Wesley himself might have taken action.

Only a handful of people knew the importance of the warehouse. The people working there would certainly not report themselves, leaving even fewer suspects. Kingpin would eventually track down Wesley.

At ten-thirty, the warehouse went into lockdown. People hidden underground began to emerge, all armed. These weren't just pistols; there were even snipers and RPGs among them.

With such a display, forget about someone intentionally causing trouble; even if the police launched a frontal assault, they would likely be repelled.

Hong Fei became even more certain of his plan.

A long-range sniper shot was indeed a good idea, but Kingpin couldn't be treated like an ordinary person. What if he could actually dodge it? If the first shot missed, it would be difficult to follow up with another. Moreover, the enemy's firepower was fierce, and they might just send him away with a rocket launcher.

Therefore, sniping lacked a bit of certainty.

The cannon was different!

Long range, fast speed, large area of effect.

Didn't Kingpin claim to have over 90% muscle, possessing the highest human combat potential?

Then I won't shoot you, I'll just blast you with a cannon, alright?

In Peter's words, this is the least I can do to respect you!

At eleven o'clock, the fully locked-down warehouse welcomed its true owner.

After a luxurious motorcade drove in, Wesley exited first. Then, a thick, powerful leg emerged, followed by a burly, unnaturally strong bald man.

Beneath his massive head, there was almost no neck, directly connecting to his enormous torso. Through his suit, bulging muscle lines were faintly visible. He also held a black cane in his hand.

With such a physique, it wouldn't be easy to find a body double. Moreover, a terrifying savagery lurked in his eyes.

Among the group of men in suits, Hong Fei also spotted the young Hall, who was following Wesley, head bowed and subservient, completely lacking the commanding demeanor he had shown in front of Hong Fei.

Hong Fei dialed his phone, simultaneously aiming his sniper scope at Wesley.

When Frank's voice came through the earpiece, he immediately ordered, "Fire."

A loud boom immediately echoed through the earpiece. Frank had clearly been ready.

Frank was currently five kilometers away, yet the cannonball's flight speed was incredibly fast, reaching the scene almost before the sound of the cannon.

The Shinigami Eye activated instantly.

The sniper scope immediately shifted to Kingpin. As the cannonball whistled overhead, the high-explosive shell with a timed fuse detonated. The high explosives within the shell were ignited by the detonator fuse, and the intense heat and pressure instantly tore apart the steel casing. Dense, super-sonic fragments of high temperature and sharpness erupted outwards first!

In the vision of the Shinigami Eye, Kingpin was the first person present to notice the anomaly and look up.

However, noticing did not mean he could dodge.

Under the supersonic strike, Kingpin couldn't even raise his arms.

Hong Fei watched as silver shrapnel tore through his skin, ripped through his muscles, severed his bones, entering from his forehead and exiting from the back of his head.

More shrapnel drilled into his eyeballs and embedded themselves in his throat.

His bulletproof suit proved to be of little use at this moment. The shrapnel effortlessly pierced through all obstacles, embedding themselves into the ground with bloody thuds.

It wasn't just Kingpin; everyone near the warehouse suffered cuts to varying degrees.

The shockwave followed closely behind. The high-pressure, high-velocity airflow of tens of thousands of pascals instantly pressed Kingpin's sieve-like body firmly into the ground. His shattered bones couldn't support his flesh, and his body quickly turned into a pulp. Flames then swept through, igniting everything in their path, whether it was steel, soil, or severed limbs.

The intensely bloody scene was consumed by the inferno before it could even be fully revealed.

Lowering his sniper rifle and deactivating the Shinigami Eye, Hong Fei immediately buried his head as the lingering sound of the explosion assaulted his eardrums. The shockwave whooshed past the back of his head.

Boom! Boom!

Two more cannon blasts sounded in his earpiece. Hong Fei kept his head down, motionless.

Soon, three consecutive cannon blasts echoed through the sky, reverberating endlessly.

Three high-explosive shells detonated in succession. The flying shrapnel riddled the warehouse building, and under the cleansing force of the shockwave, the structure rapidly collapsed. Simultaneously, waves of air pushed the raging flames skyward.