One Shot

The orders had changed.

He listened to the indifferent voice coming through his helmet. After the complex key verification and unlocking process within the helmet, he was certain the command came from his master. He did not care about something as trivial as why the mission target had changed. It was irrelevant to him. He took a deep breath and carefully released the switch on the electromagnetic adhesion gloves covering his hands. As the Quinjet passed over the target, he leaped down lightly, landing soundlessly among the low buildings of Tangier's old quarter. He was a battle-hardened warrior. Beneath his blood-red lenses, the small black Eagle Wing and Sword emblem on his eyelids and the star tattoos around his eye sockets testified to his achievements.

The assassin vaulted between the low buildings.

Even though the sky was as bright as day, he still slipped through everyone's blind spots like a ghost beneath the blazing sun. He quickly found a suitable position, removed his sniper rifle from the magnetic strap on his back, and became completely still. Once he entered a fully motionless state, the Invisibility Cloak draped over him began to take effect. It not only completely blurred the assassin's outline, but also adjusted its surface temperature to match the contact surface, preventing anyone from detecting the heat released by the gunshot with infrared thermal imaging equipment.

Daisy Johnson ran on, stepping over an overturned stall.

As expected, she had screwed up again. This was extremely common for a field agent. Every field agent had to make a rough plan and consider how to complete the mission if circumstances suddenly changed. As long as one had the ability to finish the mission and meet certain non-negotiable conditions, even if every field operation went wrong, one could still be considered a