Free Web NovelChapter 123: Chapter 123: The Cleaner
After purchasing a portable refrigeration unit, Shen Feng placed Faulkner’s two eyeballs inside, found a highly reputable private vault to store it, and then made his way to New York.
He found a hotel near the upcoming exhibition and checked in. For the next few days, Shen Feng spent all his time at an underground shooting range, honing his marksmanship.
With Jingwei and money providing cover, his identity was never an issue, allowing him to avoid drawing any attention.
His current identity in Eagle Country was very ordinary: the descendant of a family that had immigrated to the United States in the 1970s or ’80s, a second-generation immigrant.
Of course, he was an ABC who had completely integrated into Eagle Country’s culture, his flawless Wall Street business accent indicating a strong educational background.
Coupled with the fact that he lived in a relatively safe neighborhood, he had not run into any trouble.
Although he had practiced his shooting skills in the post-nuclear apocalyptic wasteland, this was the first time he had undergone such systematic training.
And with the aid of his Silicon-Based Brain, his memory for details was Devil-level, so Shen Feng quickly became an expert with all types of firearms.
Although he had not reached the level of an Olympic shooting champion, his marksmanship could already be considered excellent.
BANG! He emptied the last round from his magazine. Seeing the target paper with a hole dead in the bullseye, Shen Feng nodded in satisfaction.
This way, he would not have to use a Shotgun every time.
Of course, the Shotgun was still his favorite, and that had little to do with accuracy.
Taking off his earmuffs and safety goggles, Shen Feng paid his bill, put on a pair of sunglasses, and left the shooting range with his hands in his pockets. He then hailed a taxi and headed for the hotel near the exhibition.
The room he was in had a perfect view of the entrance to the exhibition hall.
It was an electronics exhibition. Although it was not a globally renowned electronics show, it had some name recognition within Eagle Country.
Moreover, some of Lockheed Martin Company’s military personal equipment would also be displayed here. The entire exhibition was hosted by Lockheed Martin Company, which was why Kadi Cohen would be giving a public speech.
Because it was not a particularly important exhibition, the security Level for the event was not very high.
They had not even installed a bulletproof glass shield on the podium. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
Clearly, no one thought anyone would try to assassinate Kadi Cohen.
It was now just after eight in the morning, and the exhibition was scheduled to start at nine. Shen Feng picked up a cup of coffee, found a chair, and sat comfortably before the floor-to-ceiling window of his hotel room, looking out at the open area at the entrance of the exhibition.
A podium and some chairs had already been set up there. Staff members were installing sound systems and other equipment, waiting for the businessmen and government officials attending the exhibition to arrive.
As Eagle Country’s largest defense contractor, even a small exhibition hosted by Lockheed Martin Company demanded that elites from all sectors show their respect by attending.
In an office building not far from Shen Feng’s hotel, a janitor with a handlebar mustache was slowly pushing a small cart. In no time, he arrived at a utility closet on the ninth floor.
After going inside and locking the door behind him, the janitor casually took out several components from his utility cart and skillfully assembled them.
Soon, a long sniper rifle fitted with a silencer was in his hands, along with a few bullets.
The "janitor" walked to the window, which was less than fifty centimeters wide, raised the rifle, and aimed at the podium of the exhibition hall across the way using the scope.
The position was perfect.
Then, the "janitor" checked his watch and sat down quietly, caressing the body of the rifle as he waited for his target to arrive.
Squinting at the patch of light on the floor, his gaze grew distant as he recalled his days in the South American Jungle, tangling with the local government forces.
He had once been a member of a guerrilla force in a small South American country, and a fervent admirer of Che Guevara.
But later, betrayed by a traitor, his entire squad was crushed by government forces. Even the Lone Eagle got involved.
He himself was captured by the Lone Eagle’s men and was forced to become one of them.
Afterward, during a joint CIA and DEA operation, he became their inside man and helped take down the entire drug cartel in one fell swoop.
With the help of certain individuals, he was smuggled into Eagle Country and became a member of a certain organization. He lived an ordinary life, but when needed, he became a gun.
He knew he had a handler, but he had no idea who the person was.
It had always been a single line of contact; he would receive instructions to pick up money, supplies, and equipment from designated locations.
In his daily life, his identity was merely that of an illegal immigrant who occasionally worked odd jobs.
"Clean the room. San Francisco Hotel, Presidential Suite, LMT009."
This was the information he received.
LMT was the code for Lockheed Martin Company, and 009 was Kadi Cohen’s unofficial ranking on the board of directors.
For the "janitor," it did not matter who he killed. His kindness and ideals had long been buried in the South American Jungle, covered by the bodies of his comrades.
All he needed to know was who to kill.
And although his handler had never revealed their identity, the "janitor" had his own suspicions.
There was a twenty percent chance it was some criminal organization, and an eighty percent chance it was the CIA, with whom he had dealt before.
On November 22, 1963, the President of Eagle Country, John F. Kennedy, was assassinated in plain sight. Shot from the sixth floor, three shots to the head.
And the assassin who carried out the plan was shot and killed a few days later by a nightclub owner, despite being under heavy police guard.
In the three years after Kennedy’s assassination, 18 key witnesses died one after another. From 1963 to 1993, 115 related witnesses committed suicide or were murdered in various bizarre incidents.
As for which faction was behind it, there were three main suspects: first, the military, whose funding had been cut; second, the then-Vice President Lyndon Johnson; and third, the CIA.
The CIA had been thwarted in the "Bay of Pigs incident" to overthrow the Cuban regime and was subsequently suppressed by Kennedy, giving them ample motive.
Moreover, the CIA was a major player in all the subsequent investigations that went nowhere, concealing who knows how many truths.
Therefore, as a beneficiary of the assassination, the CIA’s involvement was basically one hundred percent certain; the only question was to what extent.
Since the assassination of John F. Kennedy, the CIA had long since grown into a behemoth lurking in the shadows.
Eliminating a director of a defense contractor now was hardly an unthinkable act.
After all, when faced with a difficult problem, eliminating the person who posed the problem was the quickest solution.
This was a routine way of thinking, formed after overthrowing countless regimes.
After some thought, the "janitor" checked the time, picked up a bullet, kissed it gently, and loaded it into the sniper rifle. He then rested the towel-draped barrel on the windowsill.
8:59 a.m.
The sunlight had just left the windowsill, so the rifle’s body and scope would not reflect any light.
The timing was perfect.
In the open space in front of the exhibition hall below, the guest seats were now full. There were also many reporters, holding up cameras and phones to film the scene.
Kadi Cohen, with his pale-blond hair, had arrived and was walking onto the podium, surrounded by bodyguards.
A bodyguard brought over a sheet of bulletproof glass, intending to place it on the podium, but he was waved off.
With a polite smile that quieted the crowd, Kadi Cohen began to speak:
"Ladies and gentlemen, today..."
BANG—
The sniper’s shot echoed between the buildings. An instant before the sound hit, Kadi Cohen’s head exploded into a bloody pulp!
The scene instantly erupted into chaos. People expertly ducked and began searching for cover, their screams filling the air.
Staring at the twitching headless corpse on the ground, the "janitor" was stunned.
’He hadn’t fired a shot!’
