global sniper

Chapter 1 Silence
In midsummer, the sun hangs high in the sky like a burning fireball, spewing out scorching heat hard, baking the barren and thirsty land on the edge of the desert.

The temperature on the surface of the earth has exceeded [-] degrees, and the steam is steaming, making the earth illusory, and it is like an illusion in the silence.

"Um……"

A faint groan sounded in the silence.

With the return of consciousness, bursts of tearing pain surged, making Han Lang's mind dizzy.

The eyelids were heavy, as if filled with lead, but Han Lang didn't try to open the heavy eyelids.

In an environment with no wind, he didn't know where he was or if he was captured.Here, there is no smell of blood, no smell of gunpowder smoke, and it is definitely not a battlefield.

He tried his best to breathe slowly, enduring the throbbing pain in his neck, chest and intercostal wounds, feeling himself carefully, accumulating strength, and violently attacking at any time.

He felt that the wound was no longer bleeding, and felt the skin around the wound, the kind of cracking and tearing that was dried out with mud paste on his body.

Not to bleed to death...

Thoughts flashed through Han Lang's mind.

Lying quietly for a few seconds, making sure there was no sound around him, he opened his eyelids with difficulty, and looked outside through the swollen eyelid gap.

Looking at the motionless object on the stretched dead branch without the bark in the bright sunlight, he had a little understanding of the environment he was in.

It was a dead tree that had lost its bark. It struggled to stretch out the only dead branch to the sky, carrying the bloodstained, broken tactical vest and bulletproof vest, like a battle flag, toward the scorching heat. The sun declares its indomitable past.

Seeing the slightly swaying tactical vest and body armor, Han Lang recalled the image left at the moment when he lost consciousness.

Here is the cliff...

He knew that the moment he was blown up, he flew out of the cliff. It should be that the tactical vest was caught by the dead tree, and he fell off and fell to the ground without being thrown to death.

The battle is not over yet!

The moment the thought flashed through his mind, Han Lang struggled to sit up.

However, a burst of dizziness caused his consciousness to slacken, and he didn't move at all.

He breathed slowly, trying not to faint again.

He knew that this was the edge of the desert in East Asia. The environment here was not much better than the desert. Exposure to the sun would quickly turn him into a mummy. Once he fell into a coma again, he might not have to wake up.

He remained motionless quietly, trying to discern the surrounding environment through the gaps in his eyelids and gather strength.

He is a fighter, and he will not give up because of weakness; he still has his comrades in battle, and although he can no longer hear the gunshots, he knows that the battle should not be over yet.

Perhaps they have successfully evacuated...

Han Lang flashed this thought uncertainly.

As the thought flashed, three hairless things appeared in his sight.

Vulture...

Three vultures stood on the dry tree trunk behind the branch, looking at him quietly with their heads tilted, checking whether he was completely dead.

Han Lang didn't move, but his eyes continued to move.

As his eyes moved, he saw the cliff at the base of the tree trunk, and the sky slowly emerging.

The cliff is sunken inwards, about two to three degrees. A dry tree grows in the crevice of the cliff. The top is 40 meters high, so it cannot be seen.

High in the sky, vultures circled around, but did not fall.

Below the circling vulture is a ridge, which is full of shiny bullet casings that are not completely buried in the dust, and craters left by explosions, extending all the way to the top of the ridge.

On the top of the ridge, that is, on the top of Han Lang's head, there are complete or fragmented corpses, quietly and lifelessly in the thick smell of gunpowder smoke.

In the distance, hyenas chased the vultures in the sky and rushed here from all directions; they came to enjoy the feast.

Han Lang stared at the vultures circling in the sky, feeling ominous in his heart.

He knew the place too well, the vulture too well.

Even if the fierce battle is over, the vultures will not approach for an hour or two, even if the ground is full of dead bodies.

And this meeting, it means that the battle has been over for a long time, at least, this meeting should be around eight o'clock in the morning, or after nine o'clock.The time when they were ambushed and fought would be just after sunrise, around 05:30.

three hours away...

Just as the thought flashed across his mind, a slight movement in his chest made his nerves tense immediately.

It was a passing lizard that regarded him as a rock or a corpse, standing on his chest, as if to identify the direction.

Han Lang didn't move, even though he already had some strength.

He had been a hunter and knew what happened in this case.

Sure enough, amidst a rustling sound, a rattlesnake poked its head out from under his neck. Hesitating, it locked on to the lizard standing on his chest, leaped out like lightning, and bit the prey in one bite.

The sudden change surprised the vulture standing on the tree branch, but it didn't fly into the air while its wings were flapping.

In the vibration of the branches, the hanging tactical vest and bulletproof vest bounced a few times in the air, then left the dead tree, fell down, and fell to the root of the cliff, a height of [-] meters away.

Han Lang lay quietly, motionless, enduring the rapid loss of body water, enduring the throbbing pain of the wound, breathing weakly, trying to keep his consciousness awake while the blood seemed to stop flowing.

Although the little snake could quench his thirst, he knew that he was too weak and needed more water and nutrients.

The rattlesnake swallowed the lizard slowly, Xinzi hesitated, and walked slowly, along the shadow part of Han Lang's body, climbed into the crack on the rock above his head, and slowly climbed up the crack that was more than one finger wide, Disappeared soon.

The three vultures seemed to be completely relieved at this moment. One couldn't bear it any longer. Instead of retracting its wings, it kicked its legs, hovered slightly, and landed on the food.

Han Lang listened quietly, he knew that he only had one chance to strike.

The vulture was very careful, it didn't land directly on Han Lang's body, but landed beside him, observed it, and then carefully approached Han Lang with its probe.

Han Lang's eyelids were completely closed, quietly, as motionless as a rock.

Just when the vulture confirmed that the food was normal and was about to tear open Han Lang's belly with its hard beak, the dead branch-like hand under its feet suddenly jumped up and grabbed its two leg bones.

The vulture was startled, and opened its wings to take off into the air with a scream.

But how did it know that Han Lang didn't have the strength to grab its feet at all, and would let go in an instant under the flapping of its powerful wings.

Han Lang was waiting for this moment.

The moment it opened its wings, Han Lang twisted his body vigorously, stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the roots of the two wings.At the same time, the moment the vulture was about to struggle, it bit its hairless neck.

The vulture was terrified, screaming in terror and struggling, stirring up dust all over the sky, and flying with the fluttering feathers.

The other two vultures on the tree trunk were also startled. They fluttered their wings and soared into the sky to meet the few vultures that swooped down.

The sudden change below shocked the vultures who swooped down. They circled and rushed to the sky again.

Han Lang bit the vulture's neck with one bite, the pain of the tearing wound came into his mind, and his consciousness was lost for a while, he tried his best to bite down with all his strength.

As the flesh was bitten open, a salty liquid poured into the mouth, and the two hands gripped the vulture's wing roots and legs like iron tongs, allowing it to struggle and move to the edge of the rock, desperately swallow.

He didn't know exactly where he was, but he knew he was in danger,
In my memory, the cliff on the side of the ridge is [-] meters away from the root, and the tactical vest with the emergency food has fallen off. Become a mummy. .
Therefore, while the vulture was struggling, he tried to maintain a clear mind, and swallowed the blood plasma that could survive.

Whether you are a hunter or a former soldier, survival is an instinct that goes deep into your spine.And this vulture is what he relied on to survive.

The vulture's wings were caught at the root, unable to fan it, its legs were held tightly, and it could not be kicked. The blood was flowing rapidly, struggling desperately, and moving to the edge of the rock little by little with Han Lang's body, just a few seconds , the body of the vulture was hanging on the edge of the rock...

(End of this chapter)