global sniper

Chapter 11 Heartache
Han Lang rolled and dropped the heavy sniper, and the assault rifle entered his hand, followed by two consecutive rolls.

While the bullets were covering Han Lang, the rescue figure who jumped out of the car also dragged his companions towards the pickup.

Bah!
Amidst the dense gunfire, the little girl's gun rang out.

A kneeling figure leaned back one by one, and fell to the ground neatly.

Han Lang poked out the muzzle of the gun, and the figure in his sight had already started to fall over. He moved the muzzle of the gun slightly, dodging the target and then pulled the trigger.

With one shot, blood spewed from the back of the head of an unobstructed guy on the side of the vehicle, his body swayed, and he fell limply to the ground.

As the two fell down again, the people facing Han Lang's direction quickly rushed to their respective pickups, trying to use the vehicle's cover to fight back.

But they had no chance, the little girl fired another shot, hitting a moving figure in the ribs, the guy trembled, Han Lang's gun went off.

The guy trembled, shook tightly, sprayed a cloud of blood mist in front of his face, and fell directly to the ground under inertia.

blah blah!

The gunshots were short and crisp, and every time a gunshot was fired, a figure fell to the ground, kicking up a large swath of sand.

Just as Han Lang killed the last figure on his side, the gun turned around, looking for the figure behind the vehicle, and the figure dragging his companion towards the pickup staggered, then leaned against the pickup, and tried his companion's carotid artery. Then he looked back and saw that the driver had died, his eyes were filled with anger, the AK in his hand was adjusted, he sat there and leaned forward, blood froth came out of his mouth, and he fired a long burst sideways, launching a counterattack.

Han Lang turned his gun and found that he couldn't lock onto the figure on the opposite side of the car. He grabbed the assault rifle and rolled towards the heavy spy. Amidst the fierce gunfire, he put down the assault rifle, raised the heavy spy, and fired with a bang.

The bullets shot out furiously, and the figure on the other side of the car body avoided the shooting of the pursued. The moment the figure squatted down, it pierced through the sheet metal of the car body, and a cloud of blood flew out.

At the same time, a figure flew upside down, flew one or two meters, rolled around a few times in the blood, and stopped moving.

Han Lang hit the first shot, turned the gun, and pulled the trigger again in the shock of the only surviving target on the side of the car.

Amidst the rattling gunshots, there was a bang, and the bullet shattered the windshield, passed through the car door, and shot obliquely through the shoulder of the last person with a slightly inclined trajectory.

Bang!
The guy's shoulders and neck were torn apart immediately, and at the same time as a cloud of blood burst, his body fell to the side.

As the man fell out of the body cover, in just a few seconds, the intense gunfire suddenly disappeared.

Han Lang turned his gun and searched carefully, then put down the sniper rifle and picked up the assault rifle, turned his head to look at the little girl who was about twenty meters away, saw that she was covered with a camouflage cloth and was motionless, turned his gaze to look at Seeing the man's muzzle hanging down, the vehicle being chased picked up the gun and carefully stepped off the sandbag.

The little girl obviously also thought the sniper rifle was too long. Seeing that Han Lang left the prostrate position, she also stood up, put the AK74M on her back, pulled out the M1911 and followed.

Han Lang paid attention to the person being chased over there, seeing that the person's gun had been put down, he was still worried, turned sideways, looked in the direction of the person being chased from the corner of his eye, and approached two pickup trucks.

In the careful search, no headshot was confirmed dead, and he also cut off the other party's throat and carotid artery.Even if he is dead, he still makes up the knife.

This is a habit. Those who have really been on the battlefield will not leave the enemy with a chance to counterattack.

The little girl followed suit, but no matter whether it was a headshot or not, she always cut a knife in the neck, and followed Han Lang to finish searching the two cars.

All pursuers are dead and the threat has been eliminated.

Holding the gun, Han Lang slowly approached the pickup truck with all the shattered glass and bullet marks, seeing the man sitting on the ground leaning on the wheel with blood bubbling from his mouth, he sighed inwardly.

This is because the bullet hit the lungs. If the treatment is timely, he can survive for two to three 10 minutes waiting for the operation. Now, there is no chance of survival.

Approaching the man, squatting down, in the sight of the man staring at him, stretched out his hand and pulled his clothes, looked at the wound and said softly: "You hurt your lungs, and the bullet stayed in your body."

As soon as he spoke, the eyes of the person staring at him suddenly shone brightly, staring at Han Lang, with bloody froth bubbling from his mouth, he reached into his bosom with trembling hands, and pulled out a belt from under his armpit. The USB flash drive with tape was slowly handed over to Han Lang.

Han Lang hesitated for a while, and asked while taking it: "Who are you giving this to, and who are you?"

He spoke Chinese, but the other party couldn't answer at all except for the bubbling of blood in his mouth.

"Don't worry, I will hand this over to the embassy, ​​and your sacrifice will not be in vain." Han Lang sighed secretly, but still made a promise.

After his words fell, the man nodded his head with great effort, with blood foaming from his mouth, but the look in his eyes gradually disappeared.

"I'll take this home." After Han Lang finished speaking, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, carefully sticking the tape-wrapped USB flash drive under his armpit, next to his own chip, so as not to lose it during the battle.

The little girl didn't care what he was doing, first cut the throat of the figure on the ground beside Han Lang, stood up, came to the door of the car when Han Lang was picking up the flash drive, put a knife in through the window, and cut the throat of the person in the car, Only then did he return to Han Lang's side.

Han Lang put away the USB flash drive, rummaged through the person, but found nothing, shook his head, turned around and checked the person beside him, hoping to find some useful information.

He didn't blame himself for being late in the rescue. In this war-torn country, it's hard to say who the other party is. Besides, when they saw that they were compatriots, they would no longer be able to get out of the battle. If they didn't rescue them, they would surely die.

While he was rummaging through the person next to him, the little girl squatted down and cut the neck of the person leaning on the wheel at an angle, cutting off the carotid artery and the trachea.

Han Lang turned his head when he heard the sound of the golden blade cutting flesh, and couldn't help growling: "You..."

The little girl squatted there, holding the knife and looking at Han Lang, her big eyes blinked, without any expression.

Han Lang knew it was unnecessary after shouting, swallowed the second half of the sentence, glanced at the man whose throat was cut, glanced at the little girl, didn't blame her, turned back and continued to search.

Turning around, I noticed that the man's throat was also cut, obviously it was the little girl's masterpiece.

The movements in his hands paused, giving up on educating the little girl not to disregard life so much, but to learn to respect the plan of the deceased. After searching quickly and finding nothing, she stood up, went to the car, checked the inside of the car again, and Pulled the driver out, glanced at the knife wound on his neck, didn't say anything, quickly rummaged through it, put the three corpses together, got up and went straight to the two pickups, and said as he walked, "Sapphire, be in charge of vigilance." .”

The little girl paused, blinked her big eyes, looked at the pistol in her hand, put it away neatly, took off the AK74M on her back, loaded the bullets with a splash, then climbed onto the truck, squatted down, kneeled, and held the gun Turning his mouth around in circles, he began to be vigilant in a dignified manner.

Han Lang quickly came to the two pickup trucks and rummaged through them, but he didn't find any valuable information other than confirming that these people were all Western faces.

These people don't even have communication equipment. I don't know how they can contact people. At least they have a mobile phone. Even if they are far away from the city and the signal is not good, or even no signal, it is better than nothing.No matter how bad it is, there should be a walkie-talkie.

The pursuers in the back had no unity except pistols, all of which were AK47s, but there were hundreds or thousands of rice gold in their pockets.

Han Lang was not polite, he had no choice of guns, took all the money and handed it to the little girl.

This is the basis for the little girl to survive in the new environment in the future, she must not be allowed to exchange gold and silver jewelry for food, Lu Bai, I am afraid it will bring her more troubles.

Return to the fighting position and get back the heavy sniper, get in the car after the little girl put the sniper rifle in the back seat, back out the pickup truck, drive to the pickup truck being chased, and stand in front of the three corpses with the engineering shovel in hand.

Looking at the corpses of the three compatriots, Han Lang felt sad for a while.

He had no way of guessing who these people were or what they were doing, but knowing that even if they died, their names would not be known to the outside world, let alone their bones would be buried in a foreign country.

But he also knew that these people were just like himself before, even if they knew they would be buried in a foreign country, they would never look back, without the slightest hesitation or regret.

Standing still for a few seconds, took a deep breath, let it out slowly, turned around and started digging.

In the dust, he silently waved the engineer shovel.

The little girl stood by the car, holding the AK74M, quietly watching Han Lang busy, not moving forward, nor being vigilant, just watching.He seemed to be thinking about Han Lang's intentions.

Bury the three of them, smooth out the traces, turn around and leave with a salute.

Drive the pursued pickup truck to the other two pickup trucks, throw the corpses into the truck, the same goes for the guns and ammunition, then ignite it, and drive away silently amidst the thick smoke and flames.

He can't take these people away now, but when he comes back, he will bring their ashes back to his hometown.

I avoided the direction from which the three cars came, and made a slight detour. Near dusk, I camped in a dilapidated village.

While eating, Han Lang said: "Sapphire, as a sniper, you must change positions as soon as possible when you shoot and are locked by the enemy..."

The little girl raised her head when she heard the words, looked at Han Lang with her mouth full, blinked her big eyes, then lowered her head and continued to fight with the canned pimple soup.

Tomorrow, he will enter a densely populated area, so Han Lang has no choice but to instill as much life-saving knowledge as possible into the little girl.

While the little girl was practicing shooting alone, Han Lang was lying not far away, and while observing the surroundings, the figures of the three compatriots who did not know their names and identities were still flashing in his mind.

He won't miss the flash drive, he will give it to the staff of the embassy as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)