Chapter 34 Buenos Aires, 34° 36′ 12″ S, 58° 22′ 54″ W, Puerto Madero

Andalas put down his fishing rod. Reaching for the high-powered binoculars leads to a fine restaurant on the piers. Target O-11 was dining at the restaurant accompanied by his business colleagues.

Xavier Santino. Organization figure at number 11. A very successful oil entrepreneur. In addition, his supermarket chain was all over the world. He was known as a saint among the poor in Argentina's major cities for his generosity in helping people in need. But he was ruthless to his business and political opponents.

Xavier Santino did not hesitate to kill people who hindered his business and political interests. He was the chairman of the honorary council of the City of Buenos Aires for almost a decade.

Just like Target O-12 in Rome, he always surrounded by highly skilled bodyguards. No less than 20 men guarded him in layers of the perimeter. Obviously, they were all well trained at their job.

Xavier Santino closed his device and whispered something in the ear of his head guard who immediately left to take care of important matters. Several men immediately stood in circle around him. The lead bodyguard had been told to watch for a sniper so he ordered his men to block the sniper's view of the big master. The restaurant windows were tall and wide glass.

The prominent figure continued the business conversation with his colleague with a slightly changed expression. A message from the Chairman disturbed his composure. Beware, there's a hit man hired to kill us. Giovanni Sirigu died last night with his heart pierced by a high-powered sniper bullet. Even the bodyguards only realized after the show was over.

The head guard was sure the sniper would be on the ocean side because access to this restaurant was only open to the sea. He checked carefully with his binoculars for an attack from the sea.

He saw two large yachts at the end of the bay docking in the harbor. Several luxury yachts were anchoring at bay. Almost everyone was having a party with some bikini-clad women pacing or sunbathing. Dozens of fishing boats spread out around them. It was tuna season. This bay frequently visited by large schools of sardines so there were many fast predators in the water.

He saw nothing suspicious with those yachts. His was drawn to dozens of fishing boats. It could be that one of the boats was carrying a sniper. But everything looked normal so far.

Wow, there was an accident! A boat looks tilted and almost sinking. Fishermen above him were seen waving their hands for help. The head guard moved his binoculars. No one came close. Maybe because the distance between them was far enough that no one heard the cry for help.

The head guard saw that the boat was now completely submerged, and the fishermen plunged into the sea. So be it! Then someone would help him. Or tomorrow morning at least someone would find the body. The important thing was that everything looked safe for the boss.

A sound like a punching bag being hit. Followed by the body of a bodyguard who fell with a thud with a hollow chest. The head guard was surprised. Redirect the binoculars to the ocean. There was no suspicious activity. Yachts and boats were still the same as before except the fishermen who had been flailing in the water were no longer visible. It might have sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Again, a sound like a punching bag being hit. The head guard saw Xavier Santino's eyes widen with his hand still holding the fork that was stuck in the shrimp flesh. The head guard hastily jumped up. Only to watch Xavier Santino propped lifeless in his chair with a small hole gaping in his chest.

Andalas let the Sako TRG 42 slip out of his hands and sink to the bottom of the deep sea. He dived and swam to a nearby fishing boat.

He had to hurry to San Telmo. Target W-05 was sightseeing.