Chapter 39 It’s actually AWM - "The system sends editors, from delivery clerk to 007 agent"

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Eight-thirty.

There is still half an hour before the meeting starts.

The two crossed two streets and came to the outskirts of the construction site.

The blue iron fence door at the construction site was locked. Gu Chengan glanced around and walked to a corner of the fence.

There is an inconspicuous gap in the iron sheet there, and the soil on the edge has traces of being stepped on.

Very new.

Gu Chengan made a gesture, and Lu Ming understood, pulled out his gun and turned on the safety.

The two got into the construction site along the gap.

The interior of the building is dimly lit, with bricks, cement bags and wooden boards scattered everywhere.

The detection range of the Dzi Bead is ten meters, and Gu Chengan has to climb up layer by layer.

This building has a total of twenty-eight floors.

"Split up?" Lu Ming asked softly.

"No, together."

Gu Chengan did not explain the reason.

The two walked slowly along the cast-in-place concrete stairs without guardrails, and quickly inspected upwards.

Five floors, ten floors, fifteen floors.

Gu Chengan's breathing was still steady, and he kept calculating the angles in his mind.

The square of the conference center is in the southeast. To get the best shooting angle, the sniper will definitely choose the southeast corner above the 20th floor.

On the twentieth floor, the phone was silent.

On the twenty-second floor, there was no movement.

Twenty-four floors.

Gu Chengan stopped and pressed against the wall of the stairwell.

He raised his hand to signal Lu Ming to stop moving forward.

Since the completion of genetic optimization, Gu Chengan's intuition has become very sensitive.

He felt something was different on this floor.

Gu Chengan gently took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

There was still no alarm, indicating that the target was still ten meters away.

This floor is very large, with a straight line distance of about thirty meters from the stairwell to the southeast corner window.

Gu Chengan stuck out half of his head, took a quick glance, and then retracted.

Behind the load-bearing pillar in the southeast corner, a camouflaged gun barrel was vaguely exposed. The muzzle of the gun poked out of the glassless window frame, facing the direction of the conference center.

Found it.

On the twenty-fourth floor, the wind was very strong, and the draft blew across the empty concrete floor, covering up the subtle footsteps.

Gu Chengan retracted behind the wall and made a tactical gesture to Lu Ming: the target is at ten o'clock, behind the load-bearing pillar, thirty meters away.

Lu Ming nodded and clenched the Ninety-two Style in his hand.

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