The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 498 - 269: The Peculiar Jiang Shu_3
Chapter 498: Chapter 269: The Peculiar Jiang Shu_3The solution was to angle each glass panel differently, while also incorporating a textured surface to scatter the light and reduce light pollution through diffuse reflection and angle adjustment.

This was also the reason the economically powerful Sages Group had to hire cleaners.

Under normal circumstances, this job would simply be delegated to specialized robots.

But now, this very issue posed a threat to the safety of the president himself.

The man lowered the brim of his hat; he was waiting for an opportunity.

In such high altitudes and windy conditions, he had to overcome his shaking body and trembling hands. Even for him, taking a direct shot with a pistol was challenging.

Pistol shooting was no easy task, and yet he had only one bullet.

He was still puzzled as to why he had brought just one bullet. With just one chance, could he really do it?

In these conditions, his pistol’s accurate shooting range was between five to ten meters.

He needed to wait.

Wait until the president appeared in this corridor, wait until the president passed the glass he was cleaning. Just wait for that perfect moment, and then he could make a clean getaway.

Fire, kill the target, then untie the rope and jump down.

Once airborne, he would discard the cleaner’s outfit, and with the help of his Wing Suit, he would soon disappear near the Seges Building.

There he was.

His pupils contracted slightly.

At the end of the corridor, a middle-aged man in a suit appeared.

He recognized that face; it was his target—the president.

But beside the president was a custom-made domestic robot, who was walking on the outside, blocking the view of the president’s body.

He felt uneasy. How could this situation arise, with a robot accompanying the target?

He calculated his own odds of making a successful direct shot.

With the robot closely following the president, firing directly was undoubtedly extremely difficult.

So he had to wait, wait until the president was closest to him, then send a bullet straight into the president’s head!

Step by step.

The president walked down the corridor, oblivious to any danger.

The brightly polished corridor shone with white light, the entire passage was artfully designed. Sunlight streamed in from the glass windows on the side, the various angled panels casting a checkerboard of light and shadow onto the floor below, creating an artistic effect.

All of it was his own design, which is why he especially enjoyed spending time in this building.

It was like his own personal kingdom.

But suddenly, his gaze landed on the two figures at the far end of the corridor.

One was tall, the other slender.

Perhaps the prolonged exertion had raised his temperature, because the tall one was wearing only a shirt, with the buttons largely undone.

”Gary!” Wolf’s gaze instantly locked onto the cleaner outside the building wiping the windows, the similarly robust build making it easy for him to recognize Gary.

So he lunged forward, striding rapidly.

The cleaner didn’t concern himself with the approaching Wolf, one hand reaching for the carabiner that suspended him, and the other hand drawing a pistol from his bosom, aiming at the president mere inches away and firing.

”Bang—” Flames burst from the plastic muzzle, and he reached for the carabiner, twisting it forcefully.

But the carabiner didn’t break, and the bullet didn’t hit the president.

The cleaner was stunned in place.

Wolf smashed through the glass with a punch and pulled the dazed cleaner back in, throwing him heavily to the ground.

Without hesitation, Wolf removed the cleaner’s hat, and then he too was stunned.

”Not Gary?!”