Chapter 97 Shot

Eagle Eye lay prone behind the towering eaves of a trade building, gripping the handle of his sniper rifle with his cheek pressed against the cold metal of the gun. He had maintained this position for two hours now, ready to continue indefinitely if necessary.

However, it was clearly no longer necessary, as the target had walked out of the hotel.

Slowly fitting the target's figure into the crosshairs, Eagle Eye breathed steadily, though his heartbeat had quickened slightly. This wasn't his first mission of this kind, but even now, as an assassin, he could still feel the excitement and thrill of controlling someone else's life or death, no longer as disconcerted as he was during his first mission.