In the tower, the shadow shifted. A muzzle rose. Beckett had a split second—the space between heartbeats. He didn't think about the politics or the cartel money. He thought about the lead. He exhaled, feeling the "natural respiratory pause" his father had taught him a lifetime ago. Crack.
The recoil punched his shoulder. Before the sound could even echo off the surrounding hills, the glass glint in the bell tower vanished. Sniper: Ultimate Kill
Beside Beckett, Richard Miller—his father’s old protégé and a man who treated war like a chess match—watched through a spotter scope. In the tower, the shadow shifted
"Target neutralized," Miller said, finally lowering his binoculars. "One shot. Ultimate kill." He didn't think about the politics or the cartel money
His target was "The Devil," a legendary cartel sniper with a penchant for high-caliber precision and zero mercy. For weeks, the Devil had been picking off high-ranking officials with impossible shots, paralyzing the city of Bogotá with fear.