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I'm A Sniper Reborn In A Cultivation World!

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Max was a sniper, a sniper who never missed his mark. Killed by his own comrade for asking too many questions. Max thought it would be the end. But he was wrong. He was reborn, transmigrated into a world ruled by clans, sword slashes, and mystical qi—a cultivation world. Waking up as the young master of a powerful clan, Max wants nothing to do with the sword, a close-range weapon, but everything to do with distance. If he cannot bring a gun into the cultivation world, he will bring the next best thing—a bow. With sniper instincts and deadly precision, will Max be able to soar through with his unconventional weapon, or will he be cut down in the middle with the very sword he rejected?
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Chapter 1 - 001 The Death

"Where's the target?" Max mumbled as he lay flat on his stomach, his legs wide apart as he adjusted his rifle—an Accuracy International ASRX, its black body blended seamlessly into the night.

"He'll be here in a few minutes." The man beside him replied.

Max nodded at his spotter, Alex, whom he had been working with for almost a decade. He then pressed the heel of the rifle against his shoulder, his eye on the scope. "Location?"

"Fifth floor, third window from the left." Alex replied curtly, and Max adjusted his rifle, aiming precisely at the location, while Alex added, "It's the one with that cat sticker." 

"Target location confirmed, wind and range?" 

"Ummm… range is about 752 yards, and wind is seven miles to the east, elevation 1.8, three degrees to the right." 

Max turned the scope's dials according to Alex's input, his heartbeat slowly falling into a rhythm. This was the crucial part in any sniper's career, one that made or broke his career: patience and waiting. 

"So…who's this guy?" Max asked, suddenly glancing sideways at Alex, who was now frowning at his question.

"Max…" Alex mumbled as he rubbed his brows with visible irritation. This has been a problem for Alex for a while now. "Max, we are snipers; we do not judge nor care, we just kill who we are told to."

"...I know, but still, I want to know." Max was adamant. He knew he wasn't supposed to ask questions, and he knew it irritated Alex, who always followed the code and the rules, but still, it didn't sit right with him; he wanted to know what the guy had done to deserve his bullet. 

Silence hung around them as Alex stared at Max for a few moments, a flicker of unknown emotions passing through his eyes before he gave up with a sigh, "He's a drug lord, also involved in human trafficking and gun trafficking. Nothing special, just another troublemaker."

Max took a moment before he nodded his head. "Thanks," he mumbled as he turned his head towards Alex. 

"Haa, I hope this is the last time, Max." 

But Max shook his head at this. "I can't, Alex; I'm not a machine. I cannot kill someone without knowing what they did." 

"...."

Max didn't get a reply from his spotter; he didn't need to. He knew that Alex and he disagreed on this, and it was always a sore point in their relationship. 

He then turned back to the target, his eyes on the scope, and waited while an eerie silence filled the place; and soon, a few minutes had passed by before Alex mumbled, 

"The target has entered the building."

And just as he said so, Max's demeanor changed; his shoulders became relaxed as he pressed his cheek on the heel, slowly sliding it down until his cheekbone was resting on it. His thumb relaxed as he put his finger on the trigger, ready to squeeze it at a moment's notice. 

"The target's wearing a black suit and is bald," Alex mumbled slowly, matching the demeanor of Alex. 

And soon, minutes passed, the window was still closed, and according to the briefing, the guy they had on the inside would open the window, giving a clear shot for Max. And just as another few minutes had passed, 

SLIDE

The window slid open, and a woman wearing a red silk dress extended her arms as she wore a big smile on her face. 

BADUMP

This was it; this was the person they had on the inside, and sure enough, it was a woman. A common tactic used by the agency Max worked for. 

The woman then turned to her side, grabbing someone with her right hand, pulling someone towards her with a sultry look on her face, someone who wore a black suit and had a bald head. 

"Target's in sight." Alex quipped, his voice cutting through the deathly silence. 

BADUMP

"Black suit, about six feet tall and bald with a reassuringly dressed woman beside him." Max described the target, just to make sure that Alex and he were seeing the same guy. 

"Yeah, that's him." Alex replied, "The wind has changed about a mile to the north, so, a finger length to the left." 

CLICK

The dial clicked as Max adjusted his scope to the new readings and put his finger back on the trigger. Watching this, Alex mumbled, "Whenever you're ready."

BADUMP

Max exhaled slowly, his heartbeat steady as he gazed at the target, who had now turned his back on him. Max aimed at his heart.

And with another exhale, he squeezed the trigger, but—nothing.

BADUMP

The bullet didn't come out of the barrel. 

Max frowned at this. "What…" he mumbled slowly as he turned to look at his rifle. The rifle should already be loaded and prepared; the cartridge was full, he checked it, and the rifle itself too was relatively new and was very reliable...so why? 

His heartbeat quickened; this has never happened before. His mind raced as his frown creased further as he realised; something was wrong. 

His gut screamed something was wrong, and just then, as if to confirm his thoughts. 

BANG

The sound of a bullet tore through the air, just beside Max, and he himself felt a piercing pain in his back. 

And before he could react

BANG

Another bullet tore through the air, this time reaching Max's heart through the back. And there was only one person at Max's back—Alex. 

His eyes slowly dimmed as blood pooled in his mouth. He knew he was dying, and yet, he just wanted to ask…why?

But alas, Max died before he could turn around. 

Back at the apartment, the bald guy placed his hands on the woman's hips, his fingers dangerously curling under her dress, gliding across her bare skin. 

He had heard the two gunshots echoing through the area, his lips curling into a sinister smile in reaction. "A pity, he was a good kid," he mumbled. "If only he didn't ask too many questions."