Chapter 112: Chapter 112 Sniping at Old Mori 1

The next morning, when Joe Ga startled awake from his recliner, he found that it was almost dawn.He had chatted with his younger brother until late the night before, which relaxed him quite a bit, and he fell asleep without realizing it after hanging up the phone. Opening his eyes to find Nis and Antar preparing their equipment, Joe Ga looked at Nis somewhat sheepishly and said, "Did I fall asleep before my shift last night?" Nis filled a magazine and slipped it into his waist pack before smiling at Joe Ga and saying, "You fell asleep at 2 AM. I took over at 1 AM, so you missed an hour and got one less hour of sleep." Joe Ga knew his performance the previous day had been substandard, but as the boss, he couldn't always criticize himself, so he shifted the focus and, as he looked at Antar, who was arranging an AWM, he asked, "How are you finding that rifle? Are you used to it yet?" Antar paused for a moment, then reached for the AWM's grip; when she exerted force with her four fingers, the prosthetic thumb on her glove naturally bent and pressed against the grip, then a clip attached to the grip snapped into place, securing Antar's hand firmly to the handle. When Antar's left hand took hold at a specific spot on the rifle's fore-end, a similar clip would secure her thumb, allowing her to apply force more easily. Although it was still not as steady as a normal hand, the gloves Joe Ga had designed for Antar allowed her to compensate for some of the recoil with her wrist, making up for her lack of grip strength. Antar, holding the AWM sideways, showed it to Joe Ga and said, "Using .300 Magnum rounds, the recoil and power are just right for me. If Devil Bird uses a TAC-50, I can form a high-low pairing with her. If Devil Bird uses a G29, I'll use the PSG-1 as support. The accuracy of the guns you provide is unbelievably high, so I've adapted quickly." With that, Antar glanced at a quiet Nis and said earnestly, "Today I chose the AWM because I'm on a mission. Don't worry; I can't promise I'm the best spotter, but I'll definitely be the best spotter partner for Devil Bird." Joe Ga looked at Antar, whose demeanor could be described as 'humble', and he shook his head helplessly, saying, "I don't know what Devil Bird thinks, but in my heart, you are the best." After Joe Ga's words, Nis reached out and pulled on Antar's hand, saying, "I also think you're the best. You are the partner I've always dreamed of. We need you to always be by our side." Seeing that Antar, eager to assert her presence, was about to say more, Joe Ga gestured emphatically and said, "As it stands, Eric still owes me several hundred thousand. I'll call him and have him give the money to your family, so now you're working to pay off a debt. You have to believe that no boss would let go of an employee who owes them! Enjoy more content from mvl Eric said my AW2000 and AWM could fetch 400,000 US dollars. I'll give him about 150,000 for setting up the hunting guide company website. Now you owe me 250,000—you're in high debt. So for the next two years, you can only take the base salary. Even so, you still must work hard for me for two to three years. No problems with that, right?" Hearing this, Antar's eyes widened in disbelief. After a few minutes, she briskly wiped her eyes and then nodded vigorously, saying, "I have no problems. Thank you, boss!" Joe Ga effectively bought off the source of Antar's 'insecurity' in one fell swoop, addressing her fear of unemployment, her fear of losing the job she loved and was good at, her fear of losing her sense of self in a mundane life, her fear of not being seen. This method was straightforward and rough, but exceptionally effective. Although it couldn't completely overturn Antar's inner troubles from the root, it was enough to enable her to work at ease. Seeing Antar back in high spirits, Joe Ga gestured grandly and said, "Let's set off. Antar, get in touch with Dorian and ask if he's ready. Nis, you take care of cleaning up. Destroy everything we've used." "I'm in charge of having a bit of breakfast, hmm, I'm the boss, so I'm sure you guys wouldn't mind me taking it easy." Joe Ga didn't think there was much to pack up; he tossed yesterday's used items into a discarded oil drum by the door, then topped it off with a bit of kerosene and ignited the fire to finish the task. As a result, Nis meticulously swept the areas touched and walked on the day before with a broom, ensuring not even a fingerprint was left behind in the dust-filled abandoned wooden cabin. seaʀᴄh thё NôᴠeFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. It wasn't until nine in the morning that they set off together for the sniping position arranged by Antar. Climbing a good twenty-plus meters up a tall tree with the help of ropes, Joe Ga chose a sturdy branch for footing, then tied himself with another rope to a trunk thick enough for a man to hug, to facilitate leveraging his waist. Nis and Antar were on the neighboring tree, only they climbed a bit higher. Antar gave Nis a spot resembling a bird's nest and continued to climb several meters above, then took out a telescope and an anemometer, reporting data over the radio. "Direction 1 o'clock, second floor of the prison, distance 832 meters, wind direction southwest, wind speed 1.5 meters, adjust scope one fourth tick to the right by two notches, shooting angle decrease 6 degrees without correction." "Roger." Joe Ga peered through the scope toward the second floor of the prison, where there was a long corridor with a total of four windows, each 1.5 meters wide. Old Mori wasn't young, and it should take him 2 to 3 seconds to pass by each window—a duration plenty sufficient for a top-tier sniper. The 15x magnification scope on Joe Ga's SVD didn't offer a wide field of view, but it was clear enough. However, waiting really was Joe Ga's weak point; after scanning back and forth over the four windows several times, he put down the rifle, and then said over the radio, "Elephant, are you in position?" There was a crackle over the radio, and Dorian's voice came through, "This is Elephant, I'm in position. Dragon Gecko is monitoring the intersection; the lawyer's vehicle has just passed by his surveillance range and will arrive at the prison in about twenty minutes, over." Joe Ga glanced at his watch, then spoke softly into the transmitter, "Devil Bird, Owl, let's monitor in turns. Report immediately upon sighting the target; the sniping should be completed at the second window, hmm, over." After that, Joe Ga looked toward the two women a dozen meters away, only to find that they weren't paying any attention to him at all. Chewing on his inner thoughts, Joe Ga decided it was better not to dampen the enthusiasm of his employees. Without making it mandatory for the two to follow orders, Joe Ga took out his telescope to observe the surroundings of the prison. The eight-meter-high walls gave the prison a fortress-like appearance, but the inside seemed bustling, even somewhat relaxed. A large group of prisoners decked in orange jumpsuits was active in the yard, with some of them looking surprisingly civilized. Unlike the prisons full of gang members and the KKK depicted in movies, here were inmates chatting, playing chess, reading books—quite harmonious, actually. At the two corners facing their direction, the prison's walls supported two watchtowers, and yet another stood in the courtyard; the three towers were connected by steel frames. Armed guards stood atop each tower, and two pairs of two guards each were patrolling the corridors. If Joe Ga and his companions were to successfully take their shot, any guard with even a hint of military background would instantly find their approximate position. Firing back wasn't possible; the distance was beyond the guards' weapons' range. But being watched while darting through the woods was no pleasant experience. "If we succeed later, I'll suppress the people on the towers. You two should withdraw first."