1855 United States Tycoon

Lincoln planned to give a speech to college students on the lawn next to the Penn State University teaching building. Payne and Herold came here a day earlier to step on the spot.

"It's here, right?" Payne asked.

"Yes. It's here!" Herold replied.

Payne looked around. It was wide open and there was no obstruction. There was only a small church at a distance of two hundred meters. It was already eleven o'clock at noon, but the hands of the bell tower of the church were not at this time. Still pointing to eight o'clock.

Payne is not a good shooter, the distance of two hundred meters is a bit too far for him. At such a distance, even with the McDonald's 1857 precision shooting rifle, Payne may not be sure to hit Lincoln's key points accurately.

"Maybe, we should buy some hunting bullets." Payne thought.

The so-called "hunting bullets" are actually dummies. It is a bullet that intentionally exposes the lead core. Compared with the fully armored bullets with the lead core all wrapped up, these bullets deliberately opened a mouth at the top, exposing the soft lead core. In this way, when the bullet hits the target, the bullet itself is quickly decelerated under the resistance of the body, and at this time, the soft lead core is ejected from the opening, and then the whole bullet will roll over and transform into a big mushroom, and at the same time The hit target brings huge damage and incurable wounds. Because of the huge killing power of this bullet, many hunters especially like to use such bullets to deal with those large prey. Even a bison, or a terrible grizzly bear, will be knocked down by a single shot if it comes next to such a guy. If it is used to shoot people, as long as it hits the torso, it is basically dead. It's just that the lethality of this bullet is strong, but the accuracy at long range is worse than that of normal bullets.

Payne and Herold turned around the lawn, and then went to the church.

There is only one priest named Benzema in this church. Payne talked with Father Benzema in the church. He asked intentionally or unintentionally what the church bell was about. Father Benzema told him that the clock had been broken for three days. Is preparing to contact for repair. Payne immediately stated that he is a watchmaker, and if he can, he is willing to help the church repair the broken clock. Of course, today is not enough, because he didn't bring any tools. However, if Father Benzema agrees, he can come with his assistants and tools tomorrow to fix the big bell in the church. So Father Benzema, who had no doubt about him, made an appointment with him, which would be seven o'clock tomorrow morning, which is one hour before Lincoln's speech.

Leaving the chapel, Payne and Herold returned to their temporary hotel. After closing the door, they began to discuss plans for tomorrow.

"The bell tower of this little church is the best shooting location. It's about two hundred meters from here to where Lincoln is standing. Unfortunately, my marksmanship is not good. I am not particularly sure about shooting such a distant target. Hehe. Roald, how is your marksmanship?"

"Me?" Herold shook his head and said, "I can't do it. You know I'm shortsighted. I can't see clearly at a distance of two hundred meters. So, I can't help with this matter. But I have an idea. Maybe we should act separately."

"Talk about it," Payne said.

"Let’s go to the chapel together and control Father Benzema. Then you go to the bell tower and prepare to shoot. I will pretend to be a student and mix in the crowd. Once you fail to shoot, I will take advantage of the chaos to find opportunities from close range. The tyrant shot."

"It's too dangerous, Herold," Payne said. "It will be hard for you to escape. You will be caught by them."

"So what? As long as the tyrant can be eliminated, what is this thing." Herold said dismissively.

"Mr. Balbo, the two assassins just went to the chapel on the lawn to go around. We guess they might be planning to do something there." In a room with tightly closed doors and windows, a medium-sized one Of people are reporting to a man wearing a ridiculous mask.

"Show me the map." Mr. Balbo said, his voice was weird, hoarse and sharp, like the sound of two pieces of metal rubbing against each other.

"Here." Another person walked over and unfolded a map of Pennsylvania State University.

"Ha ha ha ha." Looking down at the map, the Mr. Balbo laughed again with that peculiar voice, "A fool is always a fool. This location is two hundred meters away from Lincoln, but it is a good location for our people. Going at this distance is absolutely perfect. But these two guys are hard to say. Moreover, at that time tomorrow, the position will be facing the sun. With the interference of the sun, I dare say that the guy hit Lincoln's There is not even one-fifth of the chance. It seems that we still have to do it ourselves. Ibrahimovic, you and Bell will be in position A tomorrow, Lentini, you and Andre will be in position B. If that fool doesn’t have the first shot If you hit the spot, you can immediately fill up your guns, understand?"

"Understood." Several people immediately responded briefly.

"Mr. MacDonald, there is the latest news." Elizabeth walked in and handed a portfolio to Scrooge.

Scrooge pulled out a message from the portfolio, read it, and then smiled triumphantly: "Good news, good news. Dorothea, come and take a look too!"

"What is it that makes you beautiful like that?" Dorothea, who was sitting behind a desk not far away, stood up and walked towards Scrooge, who was studying hard.

"Well, take a look." Scrooge said to Dorothea.

"Mr. MacDonald, if there is nothing wrong, I will go out first." Elizabeth said.

"Well, good." Scrooge nodded.

Elizabeth went out and closed the door smoothly. As soon as the door was closed, Dorothea jumped up: "Awesome? The bastard Seward finally did a good job! The deal was finally settled! Scrooge, what's your mission? News?"

"The delegation sent back the first batch of materials. They have identified several locations that can be used as ports, and one of them is a very good non-freezing port. In addition, there is good news, but you must pay attention if you know it. Keep it secret, even if you fall asleep, you can't say it."

"What good news, so mysterious?" Dorothea leaned in at once.

"Bring your ears closer," Scrooge said.

"What are you doing, pretending to be a fool," Dorothea said, and still obediently sent her ears over.

"Our people have found a gold mine in Alaska! At least worth more than twenty million dollars!"

"What!" Dorothea immediately covered her mouth. "Really?" she asked nervously.

"Of course it is true. Now Seward has reached an agreement with the Russians and is waiting for Congress to pass it. As soon as Congress passes and the transaction takes effect, we will immediately send someone over and dig it up quietly..."

"Can Congress pass it? Seward promised that we won't go back, right?" Because a large amount of money is involved, Dorothea suddenly became concerned about gains and losses.

"How dare they?" Scrooge said.

"Then we really want to celebrate." Dorothea said, "Should we ask Carol to have a big meal with Catherine and Anna after work today?"

"What do you want to call Anna?" Scrooge asked.

"Catherine definitely wanted to take Donald and Dana. She couldn't bear to leave those two little guys in one step. But to talk about the ability to deal with these two little guys, um, especially the ability to deal with Donald, she is not as good as Anna. . If you don’t bring Anna, if the two little guys start a crying competition again, who of us can do it? Well, this..."

"what?"

"I mean the news in the telegram is reliable?" Dorothea said. "Isn't it in the newspaper?"

"If the newspaper can know it before us, what do I need these guys to do?" Scrooge smiled. "Calculated according to the normal time, Dorothea, you will even know the news four hours before Lincoln. ..."

Payne stretched out his MacDonald 1857 rifle from the small window and pointed it at the lawn in front of the Penn State University teaching building. Lincoln has already started speaking there. Payne held his breath, trying to get Lincoln into his line of sight. It's just that his hand trembles violently. As long as his hand trembles a little at a distance of more than two hundred meters, Lincoln in the scope shook violently. Payne recalled the instructions of the gun shop owner, "Take a deep breath, relax, let the heartbeat calm down, then hold your breath, wait until it stabilizes before shooting." It's just that after going through this process several times, every time he was about to shoot, his hand shook violently again. Sniping is a technology job. It is by no means anyone who can do it with a good gun with a scope.

Finally, Lincoln was put into the scope again. Payne knew that his own time was running out. Looking at the situation, Lincoln's speech seemed to be over. Once the speech was over, Lincoln walked around, and he didn't even want to hit him. So Payne stabilized his emotions, and then pulled the gun.

There was a crisp sound of gunfire, but the back seat of the gun made it impossible for Payne to buy it to see if he had hit Lincoln. So he hurriedly looked over—where Lincoln was still, he failed to hit him, several bodyguards had already rushed towards Lincoln, and Lincoln also greeted the bodyguards—at this time, Payne thought regretfully, if I'm buying an extra gun, even if it's a regular version of MacDonald 1857, it would be great, at least I still have time to make it up now.

But at this moment, there were two more gunshots, and then he saw Lincoln's feet soft and fell on the lawn.

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