The target was dead. A fraction of a second after the bullet had left the barrel of the Winchester .270 rifle it was embedded deep in the body, with a rapidly growing pool of blood spreading around the prostrate figure.
Seventy yards away, the killer emerged from his hiding place and cautiously moved forward, his gun still pointing towards his victim.
Once he was satisfied that there were no signs of life, he put his gun down on the ground and took out his phone. He took several selfies before his companions took the body away to prepare cuts of venison.