Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 105: Volume 3, - 15 Hopkins

Chapter 105: Volume 3, Chapter 15 HopkinsEditor: Geoffrey_ During the three-kilometer escape, he didn’t just keep running but killed forty-six Federation soldiers! Everyone present was stunned!

He is not an assassin; a true assassin would never be this crazy. Fleeing after a missed shot would be an assassin’s instinct, and they wouldn’t be interested in other worthless targets!

Daring to provoke the Federation in such a crazy manner, killing pursuers while escaping at a steady pace, this person is the bloodthirstiest, most confident, and most dangerous professional soldier! At the same time, he is also a revenge-driven madman, avenging the missed shot at killing General Russell!

Tian Xingjian muttered to himself, feeling lucky. If he hadn’t chosen to come to the girls’ dorm first and had instead recklessly joined the

"Fifty-six! Just four more and the timing will be perfect." Hopkins felt exhilarated. If shooting scores were compared, he should be the top sniper in the world! Sometimes, he felt like he was Death incarnate, finding pleasure in the act of taking lives.

The scope of the J-2011 searched around. "Where are those Federation special rookies? Why did they all suddenly disappear?" Hopkins felt a bit annoyed, as if someone had interrupted him just before climax!

He put down his rifle and carefully listened to the faint sounds around with the earpiece. The disordered footsteps were moving away. Did those Federation idiots give up?

Hopkins smiled coldly. The Leray Federation, a nation filled with indulgence and lesser races, couldn’t possibly produce Iron Blood Warriors. They were a bunch of idle good-for-nothings, gradually assimilated by inferior peoples. Such a nation’s destruction by the Empire was just a matter of time.

He really didn’t understand why Russell, the top military figure, would defect. It was a disgrace for the Vibo people, a betrayal of their glory!

Hopkins was still furious. This was the first time in three years he had failed, and he blamed that idiotic woman completely. If it weren’t for her rushing the shot, Russell would never have escaped his kill shot!

The failed mission stuck in Hopkins’ mind like a thorn. As a perfectionist, losing his never-fail title was an unforgivable blemish! He kept hoping it was a nightmare, wishing time could go back before that failed shot. If he could, he would correct his mistake and keep his perfect record intact, always perfect!

But time couldn’t reverse, and this fact almost drove Hopkins mad! After firing that shot, he didn’t leave. He crazily expected Russell to appear at the window again, even for just a fraction of a second. Hopkins believed he would seize the chance to kill Russell and maintain his perfect sniping record!

But Russell didn’t show up again. Instead, a group of rookie special soldiers appeared in the scope, which Hopkins saw as an insult! An unsuccessful sniper attack had caused the Leray Federation to dispatch such special soldiers like swatting away a fly! It was disdain, an insult, and Hopkins swore to show the Federation that even after a failed attempt, he, Hopkins, was still the top professional soldier in the world!

He began his performance. Yes, to Hopkins, this was merely a performance, one to return the insult to the Federation! A performance using dozens of worthless targets’ lives as props! He had even planned that after killing sixty people, he would kill every inferior Federation person he saw on his way back! He wanted to bring blood and chaos to the Federation, making them pay for the insult!

A person’s footsteps came through the earpiece, clearly a rookie. Hopkins repositioned the scope to his right eye and silently counted, "Fifty-seventh."

A chunky figure disappeared from his sight with a strange posture and speed!

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