After buying a portable refrigerator, Shen Feng put Falconer's two eyeballs in, and found a reputable private vault to store the things, and went all the way to New York.

After finding a hotel near the upcoming exhibition, Shen Feng spent the next few days in the underground shooting range to practice his marksmanship.

With Jingwei and Qian escorting them, identity has never been an issue, and therefore never attracted attention.

Now his identity in Eagle Country is very ordinary, a descendant of a family that immigrated to the United States in the 1970s and 1980s, a second-generation immigrant.

Of course, it is an ABC that has been fully integrated into the culture of the Eagle Country, and a pure Wall Street business accent shows a good educational background.

In addition, the security in the area where I live is not bad, so it has not caused any trouble.

Although he also practiced his marksmanship in the nuclear war wasteland, this was the first time he had practiced such a systematic practice.

With the aid of the silicon-based brain, the memory of various details has reached the level of the devil, so Shen Feng quickly knows all kinds of firearms well.

Although it has not yet reached the level of the Olympic shooting champion, it has been regarded as a good marksmanship.

"Bah!" After emptying the last bullet in the magazine, Shen Feng nodded with satisfaction, looking at the target paper that was in the center of the bullseye.

That way, you don't have to use the shotgun every time.

Of course, the shotgun is still his favorite, and it has little to do with the caliper.

After taking off his earmuffs and goggles, Shen Feng put on a pair of sunglasses, put his hands in his pockets, left the shooting range, took a taxi, and headed to the hotel near the exhibition.

The room he was in could just see the entrance of the exhibition building.

This is an electronic equipment exhibition. Although it is not a well-known electronic exhibition in the world, it is somewhat well-known in Eagle Country.

And some of Lockheed Martin's military individual equipment will also be on display here. The organizer of the entire exhibition is also Lockheed Martin, so Cardi Cohen will also give a public speech.

Because it is not a particularly important exhibition itself, the security level of this exhibition is not very high.

There wasn't even a bulletproof glass cover installed on the podium.

Apparently no one thought anyone would assassinate Cardi Cohen.

It was already past eight in the morning, and the exhibition would start at nine in the morning. Shen Feng brought a cup of coffee, found a chair, and sat comfortably in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel room, looking at the open space at the entrance of the exhibition.

A podium and some chairs have been placed there, and staff are installing audio equipment and other equipment, waiting for businessmen and government officials to come to the exhibition.

As the largest defense contractor of the Eagle Country, even if it is just a small exhibition of Lockheed Martin, the elites in all aspects must give enough face.

In an office building not far from Shen Feng's hotel, a cleaner with a mustache was pushing a cart slowly, and after a while, he came to a utility room on the ninth floor.

After entering, the door was locked, and the cleaners took out a few parts from the utility truck and assembled them skillfully.

Soon a slender sniper rifle with a silencer appeared in his hand, plus a few bullets.

The "cleaner" walked to the window, which was only less than fifty centimeters away, and took a shot at the podium of the opposite exhibition building with the scope above.

The location is just right.

Then the "cleaner" looked at his watch, sat quietly beside the bed, rubbed the gun, quietly waiting for the target to arrive.

Squinting at the spot of light that fell on the ground, his eyes could not help but be a little blurry, recalling the years when he was in the South American jungle and the local government army.

At first he was a member of the guerrillas in a small country in South America and was a fanatical admirer of Che Guevara.

It was only later betrayed by the traitors, the entire team was completely suppressed by the government army, and even Du Xiao came to participate.

He himself was captured by Du Xiao's team, and he was forced to become a member of the other party.

Later, in the joint operation of the CIA and DEA (Eagle Country Drug Enforcement Administration), he became the opponent's internal response and took down the independence trafficking group in one fell swoop.

And he himself came to the Eagle Country through the smuggling channel with the help of some people and became a member of a certain organization. He lived an ordinary life on weekdays, and when he was needed, he became a gun.

He knew that he was online, but he didn't know who the other party was.

It has always been a one-line connection, and all kinds of money and equipment are obtained from certain places after receiving instructions.

His own identity in daily life is that of an illegal immigrant who occasionally works odd jobs.

"Clean the room, San Francisco Hotel Presidential Suite Room LMT009."

This is the information he got.

LMT, the codename for Lockheed Martin, 009, was Cardi Cohen's stealthy seat on the board.

For the "cleaner", it doesn't matter who he kills, his kindness and ideals have long been buried in the South American jungle, buried by the bodies of his companions.

Just knowing who to kill is enough.

And although the online has never revealed his identity, the "cleaner" himself has some guesses.

Twenty percent of it was a criminal group, and eighty percent of it was the CIA who had dealt with him.

On November 22, 1963, Eagle Nation President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in front of the public eye. He was shot on the sixth floor and three times in the head.

The killer who carried out the assassination plan was shot and killed by a bar owner a few days later under heavy police care.

In the three years after Kennedy's assassination, 18 key witnesses died, and from 1963 to 1993, 115 related witnesses committed suicide or were murdered in various bizarre incidents.

There are three parties that are most doubtful about which party started the attack. One is the military whose military spending has been cut, the other is then-Vice President Lyndon Johnson, and the third party is the CIA.

The CIA suffered a setback in the "Bay of Pigs Incident" that overthrew the Cuban regime, and was severely suppressed by Kennedy.

Moreover, in the various investigations that have come to an end, the CIA has always been the main force, and I don't know how much truth has been hidden.

That's why, as the beneficiary of the assassination, the possibility of the CIA being involved is basically 100%, it's just a question of how much.

From the assassination of John F. Kennedy ~lightnovelpub.net~ has grown into a behemoth hidden in the dark.

It is not unthinkable to remove the director of a military enterprise now.

After all, when encountering a problem, it is the quickest way to directly eliminate the person who raised the problem.

This is also the usual way of thinking formed after subverting an unknown number of regimes.

After thinking for a while, the "cleaner" looked at the time, picked up a bullet and kissed it lightly, put it in the sniper rifle, and then put the barrel covered with a towel on the window sill.

Eight fifty-nine.

The sun has just left this window sill, and neither the gun body nor the scope will reflect light.

The timing is just right.

The open space in front of the exhibition building below is already full of guests and many reporters, holding cameras and mobile phones to film the scene.

Cardi Cohen, with pale blond hair, had already arrived at the scene and was walking to the podium surrounded by bodyguards.

A bodyguard brought a bulletproof glass plate and wanted to put it on the podium, but he refused.

With a polite smile to silence the scene, Cardi Cohen began to speak:

"Ladies and gentlemen, today..."

"bang—"

The sound of the sniper rifle echoed across the building, and Cady Cohen's head was blown into a ball of blood directly before the shot!

Immediately the scene was in chaos, people squatted down skillfully and began to look for cover, screaming incessantly.

Looking at the headless corpse that had fallen to the ground and twitched, the "cleaner" couldn't help being stunned.

He hasn't shot yet!