Chapter 878: Chapter 878

The black man steadied his breathing at this moment and then he adjusted the scope of his sniper rifle.

In the crosshairs of the sniper rifle's scope, Ding Fan's head was firmly locked on, but with the experience of the previous two times, the black man now dared not fire rashly.

Now that the distance between him and Ding Fan was getting closer, it could be said that he only had this one chance to shoot. If this shot did not hit Ding Fan, then he would only be left to be slaughtered.

A sniper is only useful in long-distance combat. Once in close quarters, they indeed have no ability to fight back at all.

In film and television works, the powerful close-combat abilities demonstrated by snipers are all fictional.

You should know that one's experience is very limited. Being able to perfectly control a firearm is already quite rare; they would have neither the energy nor time to practice hand-to-hand combat.

After aiming for a while, the black man decisively fired his gun.

This time, the black man did not aim for the head—the usual target for a sniper. This time he aimed for Ding Fan's legs.

If Ding Fan was able to use his hand to block a bullet just now, then target his legs and cripple him directly.

The black man thought clearly that only if the legs were hit would he have more time to prepare. At that time, he could fully adjust and shoot again.

The black man had a good idea, but in practice, it was not so simple.

After the bullet was fired, Ding Fan made a very strange movement, causing what should have been a sure hit to once again fly off target.

"My God..." The hands of the black man holding the sniper rifle were already beginning to tremble.

He had participated in countless assassination missions and countless impressive figures had died at his hands.

It had been a long time since the black man had felt the kind of terror he was feeling now. He was simply unable to control the fear emanating from the depths of his soul.

"Hm?" Just at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

Ding Fan, who had been in the crosshairs of his sniper rifle scope, suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The black man hurriedly searched left and right. But there was no trace of Ding Fan anymore.

Fear... profound fear.

The black man even felt that what he was trying to assassinate was not a man at all. Perhaps, he was trying to assassinate a ghost!

"Who do you work for?" Just then, a cold voice came from behind the black man.

The black man felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Behind every sniper is a zone of life where they make various preparations so that they know when someone is approaching from behind.

The black man had set up some bells behind him. But none of the bells had rung, and yet someone was now speaking from behind him.

The black man put down his sniper rifle and slowly turned around. When he clearly saw the person in front of him, his eyes widened once again.

The black man was a professional killer; accustomed to life and death, he had long become numb. But today, he could not remember how many times he had been surprised.

"You... how could you possibly appear here..." the black man said in the inelegant Huaxia language.

Besides the original residents, there are quite a number of Huaxia people on Mali Island, so the Huaxia language has become the primary language here.

The black man did not understand at all. Moments ago, Ding Fan was sprinting a hundred meters away, but in the blink of an eye, how had he come to stand behind him?

Even the current record holder for the 100-meter sprint could not do that.

Seeing that the other party spoke Huaxia, Ding Fan felt that it saved a lot of trouble. If this black man really couldn't speak Huaxia, then Ding Fan would have to capture this black man and let someone who spoke English interrogate him.

Swish... Ding Fan directly threw out a Wind Blade.

The Wind Blade cut through, and the black man, with no time to react, had his arm directly severed.

The black man was both shocked and angered. He did not expect the other party to sever his arm so casually.

"I am not a very patient person. If you do not speak now, next I will directly behead you," Ding Fan said indifferently. "Who do you work for?"

Hearing Ding Fan's words, the black man trembled and then quickly said, "I... I am an assassin sent by Fass Nation... My mission was to protect Henry, it was Mr. Henry who asked me to assassinate you."

The black man was very worried that Ding Fan would strike suddenly, so he hurriedly spoke out.

A chill flashed across Ding Fan's eyes.

In the morning, Henry had come to him in a show of force, and ended up having his finger cut off by Ding Fan himself.

This was Ding Fan's way of being merciful, yet the other party did not appreciate it and was now actually sending an assassin after him.

Could it be that they really thought they were powerful enough that Ding Fan would just be at their mercy to be slaughtered?

Ding Fan immediately went over and grabbed the black man by the neck.

In Ding Fan's hands, the black man who was over one meter eighty tall, was like a little chick, unable to resist at all.

Then Ding Fan jumped down from the third-floor rooftop holding the man.

It wasn't long before Huang Can had arrived with a squad of armed personnel running over.

Ding Fan immediately threw the black man to Huang Can and his group.

"General Ding, have you found out who did it?" Huang Can asked hurriedly.

"Henry." After Ding Fan finished speaking, he glanced at Huang Can. "Order the closure of all passages within our territory. I believe that Henry hasn't gone far, he might even be at the Erdao River right now. Have the soldiers capture him and bring him to see me."

Huang Can could tell that Ding Fan was truly angry. He did not dare to disobey in the slightest and promptly saluted. "I will arrange it immediately."

At this moment, Huang Can's men, escorting the black man who was already scared stiff in the legs, took him away.

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Zhou Ruoran and Fang Ruohan heard that Ding Fan had been targeted for assassination and both of them had come over. Seeing that Ding Fan was unharmed, they finally relieved their worries.

Probably less than an hour later, Huang Can reported back with news: Henry had been captured.

Henry's hiding place was indeed not far off from what Ding Fan had guessed; the man never left the Erdao River. Huang Can interrogated the black man, who had already been terrified by Ding Fan, and it didn't take long before he confessed everything.

It was based on the address provided by the black man that Huang Can captured Henry directly.

Upon hearing that Henry had been captured, Ding Fan didn't waste any words and immediately ordered Huang Can to bring the man over.

When Henry was brought before Ding Fan, his eyes were ringed with dark circles, clearly showing signs of being beaten up before he was brought in.

"Release me quickly, or you will regret it." Even now, Henry showed no sign of remorse, shouting angrily at Ding Fan.

Ding Fan glanced at Henry, then at his handcuffs, wondering where Henry got his confidence from to be so defiant after being captured.

"Was it you who sent the assassin after me?" Ding Fan did not beat around the bush with Henry and got straight to the point.

"So what if it was? You dared to sever my finger with witchcraft, you should know that I am a representative of Fass Nation. Even if I don't punish you myself, Fass Nation will not let you off." Henry spoke with arrogance.

"Someone, take him away and execute him by firing squad." Ding Fan didn't bother with further talk and commanded the people around him.

Two soldiers stepped forward from the side and grasped Henry.

"Wait… You can't kill me. Wait!" Seeing Ding Fan get serious, Henry began to panic.

Henry's confidence rested on the protection of Fass Nation; it was the backing of Fass Nation that made him so bold.

And yet Ding Fan, disregarding any considerations for face, was intent on taking his life, which was completely beyond Henry's expectations.

Ding Fan waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to stop.

Henry broke free from the soldiers' grasp. "You can't kill me. If something really happens to me, Fass Nation will not let you go. When the time comes, not just you, but all the people in your territory will be killed."

Ding Fan was left somewhat speechless by Henry's stubbornness. At this point, did he really think these words would intimidate him?

Ding Fan, now uninterested in the arrogant Henry, waved his hand. The two soldiers at Henry's side began dragging him out immediately.

Suddenly, the hall echoed with Henry's shouts.

In the end, after a gunshot, Henry's voice was silenced from this world.

Huang Can was delayed by some matters, so by the time he reached the Municipal Center, Henry had already been executed.

"General Ding, did you have that Henry executed?" Huang Can's eyes widened, still not quite grasping the situation.

"Executed." Ding Fan said in a nonchalant manner, as if executing Henry was as simple as killing a small chicken.

"General Ding, Henry was a representative of Fass Nation, if we just executed him , Fass Nation will certainly not let it go." Huang Can was somewhat worried.

Although the troops had been strengthened and their combat power had increased substantially, it was important to note that Ding Fan's forces amounted to barely a battalion, and they hardly had any heavy weaponry. If a conflict were to break out, their meager forces would hardly suffice as a challenge for the enemy.

"Don't worry, if soldiers come, they will be blocked; if water comes, they will be covered with earth," Ding Fan remained as unconcerned as ever.

Seeing Ding Fan , Huang Can felt it inappropriate to say anything more.

"General Ding, what about that black man?" Huang Can asked about the black man that Ding Fan had captured.

Ding Fan pondered for a moment. "Keep him in prison for now. He may be useful in the future."

Huang Can nodded and went down to carry out Ding Fan's orders.

"Ding Fan, did you kill the representative of Fass Nation?" Huang Can had just left when Zhou Ruoran came over.

Originally, Zhou Ruoran was designing legislation in her room, but upon hearing that Ding Fan had killed a person from Fass Nation, she became worried and came to check.

Zhou Ruoran nodded; she understood Ding Fan's thinking. Once he made a decision, nobody could persuade him otherwise.

Furthermore, with the deed already done, it was too late to turn back.

"Ding Fan, I reviewed some recent cases today and in several instances, crimes were committed by people from other territories. I think we could implement population control, to reduce population movement," Zhou Ruoran suggested.

Ding Fan nodded upon hearing Zhou Ruoran's suggestion.

High mobility in the population indeed added many challenges to real-time control. Just like with the black man, Ding Fan had no idea when he had sneaked in carrying a sniper rifle.

"That's possible," Ding Fan agreed.