The gunshot rang out, and the top hat fluttered.
What on earth happened? To answer that, we need to rewind the seconds hand by five ticks... The time comes to five seconds earlier.
Three hundred meters away from the "negotiation site" in the middle of the street, atop a high-rise, a blond-haired punk lay prone holding an old-fashioned handgun!
He was aiming! Not with a sniper rifle, nor did he have a scope; instead, he aimed the muzzle of the small handgun at a target three hundred meters away, posing as if to aim like a child oblivious of their own limitations.
Could he see clearly? No problem! Both his left and right eyes had been replaced with high-tech artificial eyes, giving him dynamic vision far surpassing that of hawks and falcons. Not only could he see the people's positions, but he could also discern the tips of hair stirred by the wind!
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