Bright Sword: Fools in charge of the cooking class, become special forces

Chapter 220 Devil Sniper

At this time, the little devil did not come.

Wang Hao found Zheng Xiong and his three sharpshooters, and arranged for Wang Muyan and Xizi to occupy the commanding heights.

Then he said to Zheng Xiong: "Zheng Xiong, you follow behind me. When you hand over to the devil later, you can find a shooting position a dozen or 20 meters behind me. Be careful of the devil's snipers. Handover is the best place for a sniper to play, and it is impossible for the devil not to arrange it."

Zheng Xiong nodded, turned his head and left to find his shooting point.

What he is looking for is not one, but a series of shooting points that can be used alternately.

Wang Hao found a place, took out a cigarette, sat there and smoked.

Zhang Ming ran over, touched Wang Hao and said, "First officer, give me one!"

Wang Hao took out a pack of cigarettes he had just smoked and gave them to him, and said, "I'll give you all, I still have some in the car, just get them in the car later."

"Thank you first mate...hehe..."

Zhang Ming took the cigarette, took out one, looked left and right to see if there were no other soldiers here, and put the cigarette in his pocket.

He put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, took a deep puff, and then said: "First officer, let me go when we hand over later."

Wang Hao was taken aback for a moment, then immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, you can't."

Zhang Ming was not convinced anymore, and said, "I underestimate people, why can't I do it? In our cooking class, besides you and Duan Peng, who is my opponent?"

Wang Hao said: "I said you can't do it, but you just can't. Why are there so many nonsense? Take the cigarette and get out, brat."

"hey-hey……"

Zhang Ming smiled instead of anger, and said, "First officer, we just want to go to exercise! Can we give it a chance?"

"Still talking? I told you to get out, don't you understand people's language?"

Zhang Ming had no choice but to shut up.However, he did not leave Wang Hao's side.

Wang Hao knew what he meant, turned his head and asked him: "Why, boy, came to our cooking class for a while, and found that everyone is no match for you, so you swell?"

"hey-hey……"

Zhang Ming didn't speak, just giggled silly there.

The word inflation that comes out of Wang Hao's mouth is definitely a compliment in his opinion.

A person who has no ability, you inflate one for me to see?
Wang Hao said: "After you go back this time, remember to remind me to open a special training class. I will teach you some killing skills. Good kung fu is not about ability, it is ability to be able to kill the enemy in seconds."

Zhang Ming's eyes brightened and he asked, "Chief officer, what is an instant kill?"

"Second kill, as the name suggests, kills the enemy within one second. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can kill within ten seconds."

"Kill the enemy within ten seconds?"

Zhang Ming's eyes widened.

Wang Hao nodded and said: "You are only a special soldier now, if you can kill the enemy in front of you within ten seconds, and this enemy is as skilled as you, or even stronger than you, then you can upgrade A qualified killer."

"Is the killer so powerful?"

"Yes."

"Killer generally refers to someone who takes money for his life. But in my case, the definition of killer is not like this.

Assassin has nothing to do with martial arts, it is another craft.Killer does not refer to people, but a craft.

It is their goal to practice this skill to perfection; it is their lifelong pursuit to practice this skill to the pinnacle;Then he is the killer.

A real killer has only two things to do in his life, that is to kill and practice killing skills.

If you can practice this craft half a bucket of water.All martial arts masters are scumbags in front of you. "

gah...

Zhang Ming was really dumbfounded!It turns out that killer is defined like this.

"That, that, wouldn't it be better for a person who knows martial arts to practice killing skills?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said: "No, a person who knows martial arts can practice killing skills, but he has a higher starting point than others. In the end, who is more powerful depends on talent.

For example, poisoning, making traps, taking advantage of car accidents, seducing beauties, killing people with tricks, etc., are all killer skills.But it has nothing to do with martial arts. "

gah...

Eyes open.

Zhang Ming finally learned a lot today. It turns out that the killer is like this.

It's true that no matter how high your martial arts are, you're afraid of killers!People don't compete with you in martial arts, and your martial arts skills are good.

"Mate, I want to learn, I want to learn, teach me quickly."

"You brat, are you saying that the wind is the rain? Just wait for me, and don't back down when the time comes."

While the two were talking, the phone carried by a soldier rang.

After the soldier answered, he hurried over and handed the microphone to Wang Hao.

"Hello! I'm Wang Hao, what's the matter?"

Duan Peng's voice came from the microphone immediately: "Mouse, the devil is here. There are really only ten people. Do you want me to send someone down to snatch the fat man back?"

Wang Hao shook his head and said, "No, you can't snatch it back, these people are not afraid of death. If you go to snatch it, they will die with the fat man."

Duan Peng nodded and said, "Then what should we do?"

Wang Hao said: "Continue to observe and see if anyone else follows, and notify me as soon as possible?"

"Yes."

Duan Peng agreed and hung up the phone.

Wang Hao put down the phone and said, "Everyone cheer up and get ready, the devil is coming."

"Yes."

Everyone didn't need to make arrangements, everyone took their positions and found their own bunkers.The muzzle of the submachine gun sticks out.

Only two people followed behind Wang Hao.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, everyone saw four devil's three-wheeled motorcycles, beeping over.

Counting the fat man, there are eleven people in total, three people in one car, and two people in the front one.

Fatty is sitting in the bed of the third motorcycle.

Damn, these little devils are not even willing to drive a truck over here.

The devils got out of the car, and Wang Hao saw that these people did not have phones.His eyes immediately looked around.

Strange, no one.

Duan Peng and the others are hanging behind these devils, and if someone is there, they will definitely not be able to escape their eyes.

This is strange.

The devils escorted the fat man out of the car and walked towards Wang Hao and the others.

Finally stopped.

The leading captain shouted loudly towards this side: "The man has already been sent over, you guys, who is Wang Hao?"

Well, this guy speaks Chinese well.

This captain was the captain of the devil squadron who caught the fat man that day.

He knew what he was here for today, that's right, he was here to make Wang Hao slap in the face.

However, Captain Nakamura didn't tell him the whole plan.

In other words, these ten devils were abandoned.It's a pity they don't know.

Wang Hao stood up, and the distance between the two sides was only ten meters.

The fat man immediately yelled loudly: "Rat."

The fat man wanted to struggle and run over, but was controlled by two devils, and a bastard box was pushed on his head.

"Bastard, let me go."

The fat man cried out loudly, trying to struggle, but the wound on his leg was too painful.

Wang Hao stepped forward and said, "I am Wang Hao, so who do you work for?"

The squadron leader stared at Wang Hao, and said bitterly: "Didn't you call me by name in the telegram? Why, I'm here, and you don't know me anymore?"

Wang Hao was taken aback.

"Oh? So it's you bastard. What did I tell you that day? I told you to let him go, but we have nothing to do with you. You just don't believe me. You have to make so many things, do you regret it now?"

As soon as the leader of the devil squadron saw Wang Hao like that, his nose turned out of anger.

"Baga, Lu, you Baga, you can't beat me on the battlefield, what kind of ability is it to humiliate me with this kind of conspiracy? If you have the ability, let's see the truth on the battlefield, then I respect you as a warrior .”

Wang Hao's face darkened: "You little devil, you are quite courageous. Now, I want you to send my brother to me in person. Immediately."

The leader of the devil squadron scoffed at Wang Hao's words.

With a wave of their hands, the two ghosts controlled the fat man even tighter, and the bastard box was always on the fat man's head.

Wang Hao's face became even uglier.

"Bastard, didn't you come here to hand over? What kind of confidence made you treat my brother like this?"

"You two bastards try to touch my brother again, and I will make ten of you guys unable to go back later, believe it or not?"

The devil squadron leader said loudly: "Baga, you want us to release people, yes, but where are the heads of our warriors? Take them out."

"Hehe, I put the heads of your warriors in a very safe place. As long as you release them, I will tell you right away."

The leader of the Devil Squadron said: "You tell me first, and then we release him. Now you are many people, all of you are armed with submachine guns. If I release him, if you don't tell me, I can't do anything about you, right?"

The leader of the devil squadron thought very beautifully.

As long as Wang Hao speaks first and reveals his cards, it will be difficult for Wang Hao to slap him again.

Wang Hao said: "Impossible, you release him first. I promised your general in the clear telegram, and I will do what I said. What are you talking about with me here? Release him."

The leader of the ghost squadron said: "Impossible, if you don't tell us, we will never let him go."

"Your mother..."

Wang Hao dodged, and the leader of the Devil Squadron felt a blur in front of his eyes, and with a bang, he was kicked in the stomach.

The whole person began to fly upside down and fell to the ground with a plop.

Wang Hao went up, picked him up by his collar, and slapped him several times.

Wang Hao's slap was not small.

Immediately, the left and right cheeks of the leader of the Devil Squadron became swollen, and he was beaten so badly that he couldn't even tell the difference between the south, the north, and the north.

The little devils were all dumbfounded.This man is too arrogant, isn't he afraid of us shooting?
Wang Hao wasn't afraid that those little devils would shoot at all, because he didn't feel any danger.

Therefore, he was sure that these little devils would not dare to shoot.They also have their scruples.

Wang Hao grabbed the devil's squadron leader by the neck and lifted him up.

He shouted at those little devils: "Let people go."

Impressive.

gah...

The leader of the Devil Squadron rolled his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and stuck out his tongue.There was a weird squawking sound, but he couldn't say a word.

I can't see the arrogant look just now.

Soldiers from the Eighth Route Army also charged forward, surrounding the little devils with submachine guns.

"Let go."

When the little devils saw the situation, they immediately released the fat man.

The soldiers of the Eighth Route Army rushed up immediately and pulled Fatty to their side.

The other soldiers rushed forward and handed over the guns on the little devils.

The devil who held a gun to the fat man's head just now refused to hand over the gun, and was immediately knocked down to the ground by the soldiers and kicked half to death.

Seeing this situation, Wang Hao finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he also relaxed.

As a qualified sniper, the chance of shooting at this time is the greatest.

really……

At this moment, Wang Hao suddenly felt a chill down his back, and the sweat on his head came out.

Danger, from the front right.

Wang Hao threw the Devil Squadron Leader over there, and rolled on the spot.He rushed towards Zheng Xiong's position.

Almost at the same time, on a hillside more than [-] meters ahead on the right, a bullet was shot out with a touch.

The bullet pierced through the void, and hit the Devil Squadron Leader with a puff.

Under the thrust of the bullet, the leader of the Devil Squadron flew two meters forward, fell to the ground with a puff, raised his head and spat out a mouthful of old blood, stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, and died immediately.

Almost the next moment, the submachine guns in the hands of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army spewed out angry flames.

The nine devils fell to the ground in a hurry.After killing these devils, the soldiers immediately found a place to hide.

They also want to fight back, but they don't even know where the devil sniper is.

And Wang Hao had already rushed into Zheng Xiong's bunker.

"First officer, he is the devil's sniper, but I'm not sure where he is hiding."

"Give me the gun, you hide here and don't come out. Damn, I'll meet him."

Wang Hao took Zheng Xiong's gun and jumped out of the bunker.

"bump……"

A bullet flew past Wang Hao's back, but his body position was already staggered by two or three.

This shows how fast Wang Hao is.

"bump……"

The gun in Wang Hao's hand also rang.

The devil sniper just retracted his head, and the bullet flew past his helmet.There was a buzzing sound.

"Baga, Lu, master..."

Devil snipers sweat all down.

The devil sniper didn't even think about it, and he didn't care whether Wang Hao chased him or not. He picked up his Springfield rifle, followed the retreat route he had set up, and began to flee frantically.

Originally, he missed a single shot, so he wanted to retreat.But because of greed, he fired the second shot.

At that time, in his opinion, Wang Hao was lucky. He pushed the leader of the Devil Squadron away. It was an act of hitting someone, which happened to block his bullet.

Now that I think about it, where is my luck?It was clearly done on purpose.

If he hadn't planned to retreat after firing the shot just now regardless of whether he hits or not, so he just retracted his head, his head would have been blown off.

Now, he is so regretful that his intestines are green.The two are not masters of the same level.Maybe it's hard to leave today.

Terrible, terrible.

(End of this chapter)