Listening to exciting rock music, John Smith kept bobbing his head in the car.
He didn't know why he was happy; he just knew that things were good right now.
Forgetting all the troubles his family brought him and being simply and foolishly happy was enough.
John Smith, an unreliable, greasy middle-aged man.
Now forty-three years old, he had served in the US Military for several years.
After retiring, he worked as a mercenary for a few years to make a living.
It was during that time that John was introduced to and joined an assassin organization.
After discovering that being an assassin allowed him to enjoy a more exciting life and earn more money,
John decisively abandoned his comrades-in-arms and became a professional assassin.
In the following years, he completed dozens, even hundreds of assassinations.
He not only earned a large amount of rewards but also traveled to many places.
In fact, John even met his current wife during a mission—
A woman who was once passionate and unrestrained, bringing him a different experience every day.
But now, in the blink of an eye, they had been married for several years.
As the initial passion faded, every day for John was now dull and uninteresting.
His wife had gradually become stern, and she no longer looked at him with her past passion.
Although the couple was trying their best to play their respective roles in the family, John could feel it.
Their love had cooled, perhaps even passed its expiration date.
"If I'd known, I should have listened to the advice and had a child a couple of years ago."
He thought about how he hadn't been intimate with his wife for nearly two months now.
Even though they still slept in the same bed, it felt as if the Mariana Trench lay between the two of them as they slept back-to-back.
The gap had unknowingly become that deep.
Boom!
The car ran over a large rock in the desert, and the vehicle immediately let out a groan.
John cursed under his breath, but it didn't stop him from continuing to drive.
He drove quickly toward his destination. Originally, having just finished a mission not long ago,
John hadn't planned on taking another mission so soon.
It was just that a few days ago, after he returned home,
He keenly noticed that his wife was even more indifferent toward him than before.
Because John had gone to marriage counseling with his wife,
He had originally wanted to be a little intimate with her.
In the end, before John could even suggest it, his wife seemed to see right through his thoughts and used the excuse of feeling unwell to lie in bed and feign sleep early.
It had been the same for the following few days.
John was a bit sad; he felt his wife seemed to have completely lost interest in him.
Even from her frequent, obviously fake and perfunctory smiles,
And the occasional cold glances she inadvertently revealed,
John realized that his marriage was likely coming to an end.
"How did it turn out like this?"
Previously, when John found out his wife's job also required frequent business trips,
He, who had hidden his identity as a professional assassin from her, was very happy about it.
He felt that this would greatly reduce the risk of his own exposure.
But only now did John realize how badly he had been mistaken.
The two of them spent more time apart than together, often not seeing each other for a week.
There were even times when the days they both spent at home in a month didn't exceed a week.
Over time, the home had long since lost the feeling of a home.
Gradually, their feelings and bond grew thinner and thinner.
"Maybe our meeting was a mistake from the very beginning."
John felt he should be more open-minded now.
He was the one who had deceived his wife first, not telling her his true identity.
So, now that this situation had arisen,
He felt he should take the initiative to let go and give his wife the chance to find true happiness.
Only, the thought of being back to how he was after the divorce—
Having nothing else besides being rich and handsome.
Spending every day getting drunk everywhere, wandering from one strange bed to another, drowning in one tender embrace after another.
"Wait!"
John suddenly felt something was wrong!
Why did he suddenly feel that the days before marriage, where he lived in a daze and messed around every day, were actually the best?
Thinking back to those years of indulgence.
John suddenly felt that his long period of sadness was really just a pointless struggle.
"If it really doesn't work, I should just get a divorce."
The car carrying John soon arrived at the destination.
Getting out of the car, John felt a sudden urge to urinate.
He looked around, walked a short distance away, unzipped his fly, and prepared to relieve himself, watering the Gobi Desert.
He was completely unaware that on a hillside about five or six hundred meters away...
Perkins raised her gun and spoke to Hunter through the earpiece.
"Damn, why did someone suddenly show up?"
"Looking at him, is he planning to keep driving deeper into the Gobi?"
"I just finished planting proximity mines on the road over there."
"Hunter, your marksmanship is more accurate..."
"Can you take him out?"
"The convoy is almost here."
On the hillside, Hunter lay quietly and motionlessly.
His senses were sharper than Perkins', so when the sound of a car appeared, he immediately looked in the direction it was coming from.
It wasn't until he saw the driver's face clearly through the 16x high-precision scope mounted on the mcmillan tac-50 sniper rifle in his hands.
Hunter's expression had become incredibly strange.
"It really is John Smith, Jane Smith's husband."
"The plot's corrective force is truly formidable."
When Perkins chose this hillside for the ambush earlier, Hunter was wondering if he would see John Smith later.
He didn't expect that less than two hours later, the man would actually show up.
Listening to Perkins' complaints through the earpiece.
Hunter quickly shifted his muzzle and aimed at John Smith, who was in the middle of relieving himself.
"Leave it to me!"
He answered calmly, after calibrating the distance with a rangefinder.
After a final adjustment, Hunter aimed at John Smith's back and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A low, muffled boom rang out!
Hundreds of meters away, as he was relieving himself, John Smith felt his heart sink the moment the gunshot rang out.
He instinctively tried to react, but unfortunately, it was already too late.
Across a distance of only a few hundred meters, a specialized 12.7mm sniper rifle bullet easily crossed the gap in less than two seconds.
Before John Smith could react, it struck him in the back.
Although he was wearing a bulletproof vest, which was quite effective against pistol rounds and even rifle rounds.
But against a specialized 12.7mm sniper rifle round capable of piercing even armored vehicles, the bulletproof vest John Smith was wearing was as fragile as a sheet of thin paper.
The massive force instantly slammed into John Smith, causing him to fall to the ground.
He wanted to get up and tried to push himself off the ground with his hands.
But when John Smith saw the bloody hole that had suddenly appeared in his chest.
As a professional hitman himself, he shook his head with a bitter smile.
Coughing up blood and foam, John Smith soon passed away due to excessive blood loss...
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