Not long after Johnny left, his old-fashioned car received a message.
It contained a string of location codes and an instruction.
"Clear!"
After glancing at the message, Johnny pulled over to the side of the road, then opened his phone and entered the string of location codes into his phone's map.
Soon, the address on the map appeared. This location was only 30km from his current position.
It was currently 4:32 PM.
After a brief check, Johnny drove towards this address.
Along the way, he could feel the fierce local customs, so much so that Johnny carried his gun with him at all times, not daring to let his guard down for a moment.
Fortunately, his car was understated, so it didn't attract much attention.
Following the navigation, he arrived at his destination. This was La Junta, Mexico. Looking at the small building not far away, Johnny knew that was his mission target.
And Matt's instruction to Johnny was to clear, which meant everyone in that building had to die.
Seeing the small-time thugs standing at the entrance with guns, Johnny's brows furrowed slightly.
It wasn't that he found it troublesome; he was wondering if it was a good idea to just rush in during broad daylight.
After all, he was an assassin, not a brute, and he was alone.
Putting down his binoculars, after a moment's thought, Johnny decided to wait until it got a bit darker.
He was actually nearly 200 meters away from the target building.
Then, Johnny began to tinker in the car, loading the HK 417 magazines one by one and adding a suppressor.
After everything was ready, the sky gradually darkened. It wasn't completely dark, but compared to the normal bright feeling, it was now dusk.
There were also far fewer pedestrians on the road, making this the best time to act.
Johnny got out of the car, an HK417 with a suppressor slung on his back, and he was wearing clothes similar to the local style. His appearance wasn't particularly conspicuous, as most people there dressed this way.
Johnny walked into a building. This house was uninhabited, somewhat like an unfinished building.
Johnny slowly walked in, going up, and when he was almost at the 4th floor, he heard people chatting.
Johnny pulled out his glock 43, the suppressor already attached. He walked up very lightly, and didn't see anyone when he went up the stairs.
At a corner of a wall, he saw someone's foot exposed.
Johnny slowly approached, and the two people's voices grew louder and louder.
Then Johnny suddenly poked his head out. The person was facing Johnny's direction, and he froze for a moment, then a bullet pierced his forehead.
Immediately after, the second person reacted, but it was too late. A bullet passed through his head from behind.
Both gunshots were very faint. After ensuring both were thoroughly dead and checking that there were no other people, Johnny finally took off the HK 417 he had been carrying on his back.
After setting up the gun, he switched it to single-shot mode, then took out the EOtech Vudu 1pe from the bag behind him and mounted the scope onto the Picatinny rail.
Once installed, Johnny went to another spot. This position was facing away from the small building. Johnny took out a tissue, wrapped it around the suppressor's muzzle, and aimed at a small dot on a distant building.
As his finger slowly squeezed the trigger, a soft 'thump' was heard. In the scope's view, the bullet hit the position above the center of that dot.
Johnny took out a screwdriver from his pocket and adjusted the horizontal position by two clicks.
Then he aimed at the dot and fired again. This time, it was directly above the dot, but still didn't hit it.
Johnny moved the vertical adjustment down by one click, then aimed again, squeezed the trigger, and hit the bullseye.
Johnny put away the screwdriver, then returned to the position facing the small building.
By adjusting the scope to maximum magnification, Johnny could clearly see the expressions and movements of the people in that small building.
Johnny began to tally them: there were 3 small-time thugs downstairs, one on the 2nd floor on lookout, two on the top floor, and the rest were inside the small building, doing who knows what.
After observing for about 3 minutes, Johnny decided to take out the two on the top floor first.
They were positioned one on the left and one on the right, just standing there, doing who knows what.
Johnny's crosshairs were constantly aimed at one of them, following his slow movements.
Sure enough, when he walked to a corner, he sat there, pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and took out a lighter.
The moment he pressed the lighter, Johnny also pulled the trigger.
Puff!
In the scope's view, a bullet was clearly seen piercing his temple. His body slumped against the corner of the wall.
Immediately after, Johnny shifted his scope to the other side.
That guy looked down, found nothing unusual, then lazily walked back.
The rooftop, besides a small terrace, also had a walkway.
Johnny's crosshairs were fixed on his head. When he walked nearby, he stopped, seemingly distracted by something.
At this moment, Johnny's finger once again squeezed the trigger.
A second later, a bullet pierced his temple.
The unlucky man's body went limp and collapsed in the walkway.
Thus, the two lookouts on the roof were successfully dealt with by Johnny.
Immediately after, Johnny moved the scope downwards, observing the other 3 people.
Originally, Johnny had planned to bring the AX 50, but that one was simply too conspicuous.
Whether carrying it in a gun case or directly on his back, there was no way to walk brazenly down the street.
However, fortunately, the HK417's accuracy was very good, so this kind of sniping at medium to short distances was completely stress-free.
One of them seemed to need to use the restroom, so he left the other two, walked to another corner of the wall, looked around to confirm no one was there, and then prepared to take out his 'tool' to pee.
Little did he know, an eye was intently watching his movements. As he took out his 'little worm' to prepare to urinate, Johnny once again pulled the trigger, and a 7.62mm bullet pierced his head in an extremely short time.
Watching the body fall to the ground in the scope, Johnny quickly shifted his view to look at the other two.
However, his plan was clearly very successful; no one noticed that 3 people had already died. The other two were still chatting, and as they chatted, they started to playfully scuffle. Then one of them found it a bit strange, wondering why this guy had been peeing for so long, so he got up to check.
As he got up and left, just after turning the corner, Johnny pulled the trigger, and the other unlucky man who had remained in place softly fell to the ground.
Immediately after, Johnny's view quickly shifted, following the guy who was going to check on the other unlucky man peeing.
The moment he walked past the corner and was about to see the body, Johnny's crosshairs moved forward a tiny bit, then he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
The moment he saw the body, his pupils dilated. Just as he was about to open his mouth to shout loudly, his voice could no longer come out, because his head had already been pierced by a bullet.
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I thought about it, and I'll still update four chapters daily. Three chapters wouldn't be much pressure, and it would be easy to get lazy. I can't let my bosses suffer!
Some people say my pacing is getting faster and faster, so I will try to slow down a bit and try to describe some tactical movements and tactical thinking more clearly.
Of course, this novel is not specifically about tactics; it is still mainly about the movie plot.
I think this novel could be renamed "John Wick: The Pure Version of My Days Being Hunted," hahaha!!!
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Webnovel updates will still be daily, as usual.
It might not seem tempting right nobut who knows what the future holds?
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