At this moment, inside the villa.
Miguel sat on a leather sofa in the living room, legs crossed, a wine glass in his left hand, a cigar in his right, slowly exhaling smoke.
The villa had a European style, even featuring a simulated fireplace.
He was wearing a bathrobe, half-reclining on the sofa.
Kneeling before him was a woman in only her underwear, a metal chain around her neck, the end of which Miguel had under his foot.
Looking at the woman, who was like a bitch, a perverted smile curled on the man's lips, though it was hidden by his large beard.
"Silas is such an idiot; he's always been so ostentatious, and I don't know who he offended, but it led to the complete destruction of his entire gang. It's truly laughable."
Miguel said, exhaling smoke.
Then, he looked down at the woman prostrate on the floor, extending his right foot to gently hook her chin.
"Hmm, unlike me, I hide discreetly, never flaunting my power. Isn't it better to quietly get rich?"
Miguel had always disdained a brute like Silas; he considered himself a man of culture.
Just then, the phone on the table rang.
He placed the red wine from his left hand on the table, then picked up the phone, glanced at it, and answered, "Bobby, I didn't expect you to call me."
Miguel said with a chuckle, and a woman's voice came through the receiver, "What's so strange about me calling you? After all, you're one of my clients."
Bobby on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "I wonder if you're free in October to attend our gathering?"
Hearing Bobby's words, Miguel paused, then shook his head and said, "Sorry, I'm not free right now; I have many things to attend to. However, your goods are of excellent quality, and we can continue to expand our cooperation."
Hearing Miguel's refusal, Bobby wasn't angry, but merely said with some regret, "Alright, it seems we'll have to meet next time."
After hanging up, Miguel looked at the phone, then casually set it aside, picked up his wine, and leaned back on the sofa.
"You've only gained control of the drug source; do you think you have any right to speak to me?"
Miguel held Bobby in utter contempt; he looked down on such women, believing that if those people hadn't controlled drug production, they'd be worse than dogs.
At this moment, a person walked out of a room into the living room and said to Miguel, "Boss, someone wants to meet with you to talk."
Miguel waved his hand, "What's there to talk about? Tell him to wait aside."
Then, Miguel took a sip of red wine from his glass, stood up, and walked to the window.
"Only by joining the Fausto Group can one maximize profits; all who wish to act alone will ultimately face reckoning."
Miguel smiled as he looked at the pool outside the window.
Then, he pushed open the glass window and walked towards the pool.
He casually placed the stemmed glass in his hand on the low table by the poolside, took several deep puffs from the cigar in his right hand, then slowly exhaled the smoke, placing the cigar in the ashtray.
He took off his bathrobe and plunged into the pool, beginning to swim.
Several bodyguards watched from upstairs, then went back to their own business.
These bodyguards' duties were not just limited to protection; they were also his trusted confidants, and many matters had to go through them.
And at this moment, 1300 meters away, all his movements in the pool were clearly reflected in Johnny's eyes.
Various data points flickered on the SHD thermal scope screen. Johnny quietly aimed the crosshairs at Miguel's head, slowly tracking his movements.
However, due to the extreme distance, the bullet would take at least 1.53 seconds to reach its target, introducing too many unpredictable variables, so he was not in a hurry to fire.
The distance data on the SHD thermal scope kept updating: 1312 meters, 1313 meters... Johnny was very patient, waiting quietly. After swimming a lap, Miguel felt a bit tired and swam towards the pool's handrail ladder.
Noticing this, Johnny slowly placed his index finger on the trigger. Miguel got closer and closer to the handrail ladder, until his hand finally rested on it.
He slowly held the handrail and walked up. After swimming for quite a while, his stamina was a bit depleted, so he was slightly out of breath.
He paused for a moment while standing on the ladder.
At this moment, Johnny's finger had already squeezed the trigger.
Whoosh—!
Just as Miguel was about to stand up and walk further, a bullet directly pierced his head, shattering it into pieces, exploding like a watermelon.
Crimson specks dotted the clear water surface, and fragments of his skull flew everywhere, while his body slowly toppled backward, finally hitting the water with a heavy splash.
This scene was witnessed by the woman wearing the dog collar, who had just pushed open the door and walked out.
After a second of stunned silence, a scream erupted from her throat.
"Ah—!"
Bang!
Whoosh—!
Before her scream could even fully escape her throat, her head exploded, and her headless body fell by the doorway, slowly twitching.
By then, the other security personnel had already noticed something was wrong.
They rushed downstairs, guns in hand. Johnny, meanwhile, began to pick them off one by one.
A distance of over 1300 meters wasn't too far, but for these security personnel, it was like a nightmare.
One after another, tearing sounds filled the air, accompanied by the disappearance of vibrant lives.
Even hiding behind walls was useless; Johnny could penetrate the wall with a single shot and blow their heads off.
Of course, not every bullet hit the head precisely; some struck the neck, others the shoulder, or the torso, but they always caused immense damage, as the destructive power of a 12.7mm bullet is quite astonishing.
Those hit in the neck or head were somewhat fortunate; some who were struck in the torso or body seemed as if a wild beast had taken a bite out of them, lying on the ground, wailing in agony.
They wanted to shoot themselves but lacked the courage, so they could only watch their blood slowly drain away, eventually dying from excessive bleeding.
The entire villa was like a living hell, with severed limbs scattered everywhere.
Five minutes later, Johnny began to disassemble the AX 50 in his hands, carefully placing all components back into the gun case. The hottest barrel was wrapped and put back.
This gun case was valuable, and this AX 50 anti-materiel sniper rifle was extremely effective; combined with these accessories, it was simply unstoppable.
After packing everything up, Johnny picked up the clothes spread on the ground and put them on. Then, he poked the ground a few times with his foot, collected all the spent casings, and turned to leave.
And in that villa 1300 meters away, a profound silence had fallen. It was unknown how long it would be before someone discovered the tragedy within.
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