Chapter 924 Everyone’s preparations and Anna’s mission
Frank blocked the rest of the possibilities with just one sentence, "The sniper site is the Russian Embassy. Using bullets to make a hole in the window is the limit. Russia is not The United States, they value face more.”
Jack silently complained in his mind that the only country that could bend and stretch was the United States. It could endure having its own ambassador dragged out of the embassy and beaten to death and tortured.
Frank’s meaning is also easy to understand. If the assassination method is long-range sniping, it can also be classified as a political assassination. Other factions within the FSB can help cover it up. Even if there is an investigation, it will be conducted in secret. .
But if Mao Zedong's embassy in France was directly bombed, it would be impossible for the media not to report it. It would be a slap in the face, and the nature could be characterized as a terrorist attack. With Mao Zi's explosive temper, it would definitely be a dig in the ground. The ruler also wants to find the murderer.
At this point, Frank also looked at Jack meaningfully, "Not even the long-range grenade gun you used in Mexico."
Someone rubbed his nose in embarrassment. He was about to ask at the window. Can I make a bigger hole?
Brian was quite enthusiastic, "I may know such a guy, but he is also on the 'list'. It will not be easy to get him from the United States to Paris in three days."
Frank's "list" is the same thing as the list Brian mentioned. Law enforcement units in Europe and the United States, including military systems, will share an unofficial list that lists all known ultra-long-range snipers.
Some of these people are active military personnel, some have retired, and some are active in the mercenary or even killer industry, and these people without exception will receive extra attention.
The list was not long, and Jack had browsed it, and even saw a familiar name on it, Bob Lee Swagger.
Of course, not all of the names on the list are real names. There are also a few that are just code names with habits or some obvious characteristics, such as someone who once used Barrett to kill the LAPD at a distance of one kilometer. The accountant of a gang leader.
But even among the people on this list, there are still only a handful of people who can complete sniper missions above 2,000 meters. Jack didn’t know who Frank knew, but he said that the other person was also on the list. That means don't expect to send people to Paris through normal channels.
The so-called normal channels also include the military channels that Jack used before, because this matter cannot be known to the CIA, otherwise everyone will be targeted, and maybe even what happened just tonight will be Was turned out.
Jack sighed, "It should be okay to find a tuned 'TAC-50' for me, right? I'm not on that list."
This time, let alone Anna, even Frank and Brian cast surprised looks. Basically, everyone who could be on that list had a military background.
Although they don’t know that Jack went to SEAL training, they would still be surprised even if they knew. An elite sniper can’t be trained in a few months. You have to know that the whole world is qualified for that job. The list only contains a few dozen people.
The "TAC-50" that Jack mentioned is currently recognized as the most stable long-range sniper rifle, with an effective range of exactly 2,000 meters.
Among the currently recognized top five sniper kill records in the world, three were set using this gun, namely the fourth place at 2310 meters, the third place at 2410 meters, and the first place at an exaggerated 3540 meters.
What Jack said meant that as long as he was given a "TAC-50", he would be sure to snipe Vasilev at a distance of 2,000 meters.
Frank frowned and reminded, "Are you sure? If we give up this opportunity, we might be able to think of other ways, but if the attack fails, the old bastard is likely to hide back in Moscow and not show his face for a long time."
"You'll know if you find a place and fire two shots. I'm at least half sure. The rest is left to luck. Oh, by the way, I also need high-precision sniper bullets."
Jack After saying that, he yawned. He had a small outburst when he rushed into the auction venue today. The sequelae were not serious, but he still deliberately drank a lot of wine to suppress it. At this time, the drunkenness finally got stronger.
But he really wasn’t just blowing it off by drinking, people with cheats are so confident.
For ultra-long-range sniping, there are too many factors that affect the bullet impact point, including but not limited to ballistic coefficient, air density and humidity, temperature, wind deflection, Coriolis effect (the earth’s rotation deflection force), altitude, etc.
The most important one is windage. When the shooting distance exceeds 1,500 meters, theoretically it is impossible for the shooter to completely correct the windage.
When Jack's sniper skills were still at the proficient level, he could pretend to play Barrett shooting with Chris on the farm. At that time, he could easily do it at a distance of 1,000 meters (1,200 yards). To hit every target. (Chapter 290)
When the skill is upgraded to the master level, the only thing that affects the hit rate seems to be the performance of the gun and bullets.
The effective range of the "TAC-50" is 2000 meters, so Jack is confident that he can hit every shot at a distance of 2000 meters. If he replaces it with a specialized high-precision sniper bullet, the range can theoretically be improved a lot .
It’s just that he didn’t know the exact number, so he was a little “modest”.
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I have to say that Frank is indeed "supernatural". It may be difficult for him to find a sniper who is proficient in ultra-long-range shooting in Paris in three days,
but for Jack It only took less than 12 hours to get a carefully adjusted "TAC-50", and I even found a place where I could safely test the gun.
After putting Cassel and the two girls on the plane, everyone drove to an abandoned quarry on the outskirts of Paris.
“2085 meters.” Here Jack was doing the preparations slowly. Anna on the side could not wait to use the laser rangefinder to measure the distance of the half-body target in the distance. There were piles of people behind the half-length target. I bought three pumpkins to confirm the hit effect immediately.
Among the four people present, she was the most nervous one, because whether Jack could kill him with one blow was now the key to her escape from the FSB.
“The right crosswind at 200 meters is 4.4 meters per second, and the left crosswind at 1,400 meters.” Before Brian, the temporary observer, could finish reporting the wind speed based on the small flags along the way, Jack fired directly. .
The sound of the gun is loud and abrupt. The "TAC-50" uses a 12.7X99mm .50 caliber bullet, which means the bullet is almost 10 centimeters long, which is more than the average size of Korean men.
The gunpowder gas produced by the violent combustion spurted out from the side hole of the large muzzle brake to both sides, and together with the dust on the ground that was stirred up, Anna's pale blond hair was dyed soot gray.
Anna, who was wearing soundproof earmuffs, seemed to be unaware and focused on staring at the half-length target in the distance with her binoculars.
When the "TAC-50" uses specialized high-precision sniper bullets, the muzzle velocity is close to three times the speed of sound, but the bullet speed will continue to decrease due to air resistance.
After the bullet flew a distance of 2,000 meters, its speed almost dropped to a level close to the speed of sound, and the entire flight time was close to 2.5 seconds.
More than 2 seconds after the gunshot sounded, the half-body target was missing half of the upper part of the head, and the pumpkin juice behind it splashed. Anna pulled off her earmuffs and let out a scream, and lay directly on Jack's back. Kissing him all over his cheek and neck.
"Crawl away, crawl away, your bones hurt me." Jack pushed the girl away in confusion, pulled the gun bolt and ejected the cartridge case, then took out a small cloth bag and carefully packed the copper cartridge case.
The purpose of collecting bullet casings this time is not to leave no evidence, but after "firing shaping", the copper bullet casing that has been fired once has been stretched to fit the gun due to the expansion of gunpowder. The gun was chambered and turned into a special high-precision shell for this sniper rifle.
Friends who often shoot headshots with snipers know that even high-precision military sniper bullets are mass-produced and inevitably have tolerances during the production process, which will lead to gaps in the shells in the barrel.
This gap will cause a slight deviation between the warhead axis and the gun bore axis, causing the warhead to vibrate after the bullet is fired, which will adversely affect the shooting accuracy.
At this time, the advantages of manual loading of bullets are revealed. With the help of precision tools, the quality and dosage of the bullet's propellant, warhead quality, and assembly accuracy are much higher than those of mass-produced bullets. An experienced gunsmith can also adjust the chamber pressure and muzzle velocity according to the actual use.
If such a hand-loaded bullet uses the exclusive high-precision cartridge case of this sniper rifle, it will become a PLUS upgraded version of the high-precision sniper bullet exclusive to the gun. Jack can't do this, but Frank and Brian can, so their task today is not only to verify Jack's shooting skills, but also to shoot enough high-precision bullet casings, select the most perfect one after reloading, and use Come and take Vasilev's life.
Today, Frank specially drove a pickup truck over. The truck bed contained 20 wooden half-length targets and a bunch of pumpkins the size of human heads. The answer sheet Jack handed over was that all 10 shots hit within 2100 meters and 10 shots hit 2500 meters. 6 in.
This level of shooting is enough to ensure that Vasilev’s trip will never come back, because what Jack wants to assassinate is not a presidential candidate, so there is no need to hit him in the head.
The "TAC-50" is also an anti-materiel sniper rifle. It will break wherever it hits. Even if it only hits the shoulder, the resulting limb loss is enough to kill a 60-year-old guy in a few minutes. Too much blood loss.
In the next two days, Jack had a very comfortable life with clothes on his back, food on his hands, and his mouth open. Anna, who was highly nervous, became his 24-hour personal maid, for fear that this guy might bump into her accidentally. Wherever you go, it affects your on-the-spot performance.
It is absolutely not allowed to go into the kitchen and use a knife. Even when doing normal exercises, Anna would follow him nervously. She would wait outside the shower curtain to take a bath. She would even sit next to him at night. Making a floor in the bedroom made him very annoyed.
Originally, Jack wanted to take advantage of this rare break to submit two more manuscripts to Justin, but now that he is being watched 24 hours a day by a follower, he can only seriously update the second part of his "Jack Reacher".
However, inspiration is limited after all, and the rest of the time can only be spent lying on the sofa and scrolling through the phone.
In the past two days, whether it is French news, world news, or even major forums, there has been intensive discussion about Paradise Street in the 10th arrondissement of Paris.
So much so that Albanian gangs, the abduction of female tourists, human trafficking and other related topics have been on the headlines of major search lists, along with ethnic minorities, immigration issues, security in Paris and the number of pickpockets in major European tourist attractions. The issues received great attention.
The tourism industry in France, especially Paris, seems to have ushered in a cold winter overnight, with a large number of negative news occupying the front pages of European and American media, especially the British and American media.
Interestingly, in comparison, the news of the fire in Patrick St. Clair's club only occupied a small and inconspicuous space in Le Parisien the next day.
The local TV news only lightly reported that a fire broke out in a certain neighborhood due to aging wiring. Fortunately, there were no casualties.
There were no casualties. Jack was very curious about how the Paris authorities covered up the dozens of corpses. Correspondingly, obituaries of some well-known rich and famous people appeared in newspapers and websites in other countries. .
The causes of death of these people are all bizarre, including those who crashed in a helicopter, those who suffered a heart attack and died when rescue efforts failed, and some who accidentally fell on the back of their heads while skiing at a ski resort and became a vegetative state.
Basically, the older ones died of illness, and those who were not old enough could only arrange for accidental death. Because they belonged to different countries and regions, and the Paris kidnapping case dominated the list, it did not cause any What attention.
Jack estimated that the one who became a vegetative state had an inheritance dispute, and the family members found a scapegoat to take over for the time being. After all, it was impossible for a charred corpse to be put on a ventilator.
Frank seemed to have disappeared since he came back from the gun test that day. There has been no news since then. As the two days passed by in a blink of an eye, Anna became visibly anxious.
Just the evening before the scheduled operation, Frank finally showed up and drove everyone to Bagatelle Park in the center of Paris.
Behind the window of an observation deck that was being renovated high up in the park, Frank held the hat covering his bald head and pointed eastward, "That's the Russian Embassy there."
Jack took He picked up the telescope and looked in the direction of his finger. His eyes crossed a small lake in the park, passed a viaduct, and finally landed on a very old Baroque-style building.
It is said that this historic building was purchased during the Tsarist era and has been the embassy of successive governments in Paris since then. It seems that its style has not changed for a hundred years.
At this time, the night was gradually falling. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling in the halls on the first and second floors decorated it like a miniature palace. Everything was sparkling and magnificent.
Attendants wearing wigs shuttled back and forth, as if they were preparing to hold a banquet.
“On the third floor, there is a room with only one lamp on. Remember that location. Between ten and eleven o’clock tomorrow morning, Vasilev will appear in that room, enjoying his beloved food. "Having a cigar while playing chess with someone."
Jack followed Frank's prompts to change the focus, and soon found a small room with only one floor-to-ceiling window. At this time, the red curtains were lowered, and vague light came through. The curtains emit a faint red light, which makes them stand out because of the contrast.
Secretly marking the location of the small room in his mind, Jack looked around for a long time. He couldn't help but admire these old spies. He guessed that in the late Cold War, they were thinking about how to carry out assassinations here.
Because in addition to where he is now, there is a small bell tower even closer, right next to the small lake. That is actually the best sniping point, less than one kilometer away from the embassy building.
According to Jack's observations, the entire embassy building should be completely covered from the direction of the small clock tower, instead of being blocked by the tall tree canopy in the park and the viaduct in the distance, where only one third of the building can be barely seen. About one.
But the problem is that the location of the small bell tower is so good that as long as the Maozi people are not stupid, snipers will target it as soon as they find it.
Frank noticed Jack's gaze and smiled, "Don't even think about it there. The bell tower, including the janitors and cleaners, are all FSB people."
Jack's expression was as expected, but he still had a small doubt.
He was not interested in why Vasilev appeared in Paris, but he was curious about why Frank was so sure that Vasilev would appear in that room tomorrow morning and play chess with others there.
Vasilev is a senior member of the FSB. It is not difficult to trick him into coming to Paris with all the important false information. And the actions of important people have work schedules. As long as there is someone inside, you want to know where he is. It's not difficult to show up at the embassy from time to time.
But how to ensure that Vasilev will appear in the target room and accurately predict that he will smoke and play chess there, Jack is a little confused.
After all, hobbies are hobbies, but as a senior spy, the other party cannot have too regular personal behavior. For example, if he has to do something at what time every day, it will be too easy for the enemy to catch the flaw.
After hearing his question, Frank showed a look of disdain, "Of course it's a psychological suggestion. Suppose you are a chess enthusiast and saw a report about a chess match in the newspaper on the plane when you arrived. < br>
And you know that you have an action agent who is good at playing chess, and the important person you want to meet will be an hour late due to the bad traffic in downtown Paris, what would you do? ”
"Hiss" Jack took a breath of cold air. Not only did the FBI play psychology, but these old spies might be more proficient than them. Frank said it was simple, but in fact, it was linked to each other. There must be a complete set of careful arrangements.
Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he was facing Anna's pale face, "What's wrong with you?"
This girl had a straight face on the road when she came. Trying hard to suppress the joy in his eyes, why are he suddenly so scared now?
"My file says that I have been good at chess since I was a child. One thing Vasilev warned me at the beginning was that he did not allow anyone to play tricks with him, except when playing chess, and he asked me when I can accompany him to the next round.”
(End of this chapter)