Fox of France

Since the event is held in the open air, there is a chance of assassination. There are two options for the assassination method, one is close range, using a revolver or even a grenade to assassinate. Using this method, the main advantage is that the success rate is high. One hit missed, and there was still time to make up the gun.

But the disadvantages of doing so are also very obvious. That is, if you want to shoot and assassinate in an environment with so many people, and get out of your body, the possibility is quite small.

"There will definitely be a lot of police at the venue. Although they will not search everyone to check what everyone has brought, there will be no problem if you bring two revolvers in. But after shooting, you want to be surrounded by so many policemen. I think the possibility of escaping from somewhere is too small. Even if it is not done well, you will implicate me. Therefore, there is no need to think about the assassination plan at close range." Mr. Pidur first directly denied it. this scheme.

"If not, what else is there?" Martin asked.

"I hear you're a good shot?" asked Pidour.

"All right," Martin replied.

"If you have a good gun, a good gun with smokeless propellant, at what distance can you hit your target?" Pidur asked.

The so-called good guns using smokeless propellants naturally refer to the new French rifles. It is said that because the cost of smokeless propellant is too high, even the French Army is not generally equipped with this kind of rifle, and only a small number of elite hunters are equipped with this kind of thing.

However, in the civilian rifle market, as long as you are willing to pay, you can buy this thing, but the price is quite high. When the war in North America was not over, Martin saw such a rifle from his comrades. That comrade-in-arms is a rich man, and there are hundreds of black slaves in his family, so his things are the best. Compared with ordinary rifles, the caliber of this rifle is much smaller. It's only about a little over 0.3 inches. The smaller the caliber, the smaller the bullet. But because the propellant is more powerful, the effective range of this gun is far longer than that of ordinary rifles. In the hands of some experts, it can even shoot targets three or four hundred meters away quite accurately.

Martin, who liked to play with guns at the time, also asked about the price, and then forced himself to forget about it. But when Pidur mentioned it now, Martin immediately thought of that rifle.

"You mean the Chris shotgun? Ah, that thing is really good, but it's too expensive. One Chris shotgun can buy twenty ordinary shotguns. If it's a collector's edition with an ivory handle, it's even more expensive. It’s so expensive. What’s more, bullets are expensive. Each bullet is enough to buy 20 ordinary bullets. Bullets are consumables, so who can afford them if they are not rich?” Martin said.

"Well, it's expensive, but it's a good gun. It's true that only rich people can afford it. I mean, if I have a rifle like this, at a distance of three hundred meters, you can hit the target with confidence ?"

"I don't know. I haven't used this thing. But it probably won't work. You know that no matter how good a shooter is, he can't shoot well with an unfamiliar gun," Martin replied.

"Well, anyway, according to the news, there is still a while. Well, I will lend you the gun these days, and you can practice by yourself. The bullets will be charged at the market price."

"Then I'd rather go for the point-blank assassination," said Martin.

"Damn it, isn't your life worth the price of a few bullets?" Pidul said.

"I'm poor now, and the life of a poor man is worthless!" Martin replied without hesitation.

"What the hell! How can I... well, I'll give you a 40% discount."

"30% off!"

"Then you go to assassinate at close range! Well, do you want me to help you prepare poison for suicide?"

"How about a 40% discount, okay?"

"Maximum 50% off, and I will follow you and watch you shoot—or what if you report a false account, and then take my bullets to sell on the black market?"

"How can you suspect me like this, the basic trust between people!"

"Don't talk about trust. Talking about trust will hurt money! If you are willing to pay the original price for bullets, I promise to trust you!"

In the next few days, Pidur took Martin to hunt in the outskirts of the forest, and practiced guns by the way. To say that Martin's marksmanship foundation is indeed very good, and he was able to hit long-distance targets quite accurately after only using more than ten rounds of bullets. So three days later, Martin took the initiative to propose to Pidur that he felt that the training was almost done, and the rest should be familiarized with empty guns-the damn bullets are too expensive, even if they are 50% off, they are still too expensive up.

"It's like the legendary silver bullet used to fight vampires," Martin said.

Then there are still a few days to go to Harvard University to step on the plate and get familiar with the environment.

After another week like this, I finally read the news in the newspaper, saying that Professor Beaublon had arrived in Boston this morning and would give a speech to Harvard students in the stadium of Harvard University the day after tomorrow.

Martin hurriedly studied the situation with Pidur.

Pidur spread out a map on the table—this was drawn by themselves based on their own memory. It wasn't particularly accurate, but it was basically usable.

You see, here is the stadium, and the rostrum is in this direction. I estimate that our target will appear on the podium by then. Regarding the identification of the target, well, the last time we were in Newton, we saw him once, but the distance was relatively far, and he went into the house very quickly. Well, if he was on the podium, would you recognize him?

"No problem, his body type is not easy to mistake. Also, his shoulders are high on one side and low on the other, which is also a very obvious feature." Martin said.

"Well, we now need a more concealed location where we can launch an attack and retreat quickly after the attack," Pidur said.

"Look, this is a warehouse for sporting goods in Harvard. It usually stores some sporting goods. There are usually no people in this place, and it is estimated that there will be no one at this time. You go there in the evening of the first day and open the door. , hide in. Because the sports field is occupied the next morning, so don’t worry about someone coming here.” Pidur said, “After shooting, you immediately drop the gun, come out from here, and then follow this road toward Turn this way, and I'll leave you a horse here. You mount your horse there, and ride off in this direction—the least police direction we've seen these days. Then, you Go north, to the forest where we practiced our guns, and there I will meet you and prepare another horse for you, and then we will turn eastward, until we reach the sea, where a boat will be waiting for us."

Obviously, Pidur's arrangement was quite thorough. After thinking about it, Martin nodded and said, "Thank you, you are really a good person."

Although Pidur is very stingy, he really helped a lot.

The next evening, Martin packed Pidur's rifle in a cello case, packed it like a college student, and went to the sporting goods warehouse near the sports field. Taking advantage of no one around, Martin easily opened the padlock on the warehouse door with a set of prepared tools. Then I went into the warehouse, opened the window again, came out from the window, locked the door from the outside again, turned in through the window, and closed the window. Now, from the outside, it is impossible to see that anyone has entered this place. warehouse.

Martin fed the mosquitoes overnight in the warehouse, and dozens of bites came out of his body. Even the eyelid was bitten, which was painful and itchy.

But after the sun came out, the situation improved a lot. There were quite a few silly mosquitoes that sucked too much blood at night, their bellies were so distended that they could hardly fly, and they clung to the walls one by one, panting. With the pleasure of revenge, Martin slapped it, and soon his hands were covered with his own blood.

After killing those mosquitoes, people began to move around on the sports ground. Martin quickly took cover, only quietly observing the sports ground from behind the curtain.

The number of students gradually increased, and some people gradually sat on the rostrum. Martin stared at the rostrum closely. After a while, there were more people, but Fafnir still did not appear. Martin was very worried, maybe this guy would not come, if so, he would be bitten by mosquitoes in vain.

After a while, maybe a century, Martin finally saw a tall guy with shoulders that were on one side and one shoulder on the other, walk up to the podium and take a seat behind a desk.

"Here it is, it's him!" Martin suppressed his excitement, and gently picked up the gun. The cartridges were loaded, but Pidur gave him only one cartridge.

"You won't have time to reload a second bullet. If the first shot misses, you've got no chance. So don't waste time, after you fire your shot, whether you hit it or not, turn around and run without hesitation. "

Because there was only one chance to shoot, Martin was a little nervous. The distance from the warehouse to the rostrum was less than 200 meters. In fact, Martin was quite sure of this distance. So he calmed down, and while aiming, he muttered: "Lord, you are my fortress..."

It took Martin about four or five minutes to aim. During this period, his breathing and heartbeat gradually calmed down, and even became a little sluggish. He finally took aim, and the gunfire rang out.

The bullet hit Fafnir directly in the chest. Originally Martin wanted to target his head, but chose to target a larger chest to be on the safe side. After all, as long as one hits the chest, under the medical level of this era, the chance of not dying is very small.

Fafnir was shot, and he stretched out his hand to grab something in the air, as if trying to grab something, and then fell down. But Martin didn't have time to look at this, he dropped the gun in his hand, opened the window on the other side, and jumped out at once. Then he ran along the predetermined route.