global sniper

Chapter 12 Contact
Early in the morning, Han Lang woke up from a nightmare, panting heavily, and only after a while did he raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

He dreamed of his comrades in arms again, and he dreamed of scenes of fierce battles.

After taking a few deep breaths, he took out the ring in his pocket and played with it, his eyes flashed, then he put away the ring and got up to cook.

The little girl also got out of the tent. When Han Lang was lighting the fire, she was busy packing up the camping things alone, and stood behind Han Lang, and naturally took the water glass that Han Lang handed over without turning around, and pulled down the scarf. Take a sip beautifully.

Han Lang didn't speak all the time, quietly recalling the surrounding situation in his mind.

We are about to reach a densely populated place. The so-called denseness is compared with the edge of the desert. It is difficult to see people, and most of them are armed personnel. However, there will be more roads. If you travel, you will not be able to stay in the Gobi. Galloped at will.

It is still necessary to find a communication tool, and it will be easier to enter the city if there is support...

Leaving the campsite and traveling on the sandy road, a road appeared ahead.

Han Lang observed briefly, then went straight to the road.

On the road, we saw car wreckage from time to time along the way, and even the figure of an old tank that was blown up, and we arrived at the area where the battle was once fierce.

"Don't shoot people when you see them, be good at observing and confirm whether..."

Han Lang no longer just stares ahead, his eyes move from time to time, observing the situation along the way.At the same time, I don't forget to continue to instill the concept of good and evil in the little girl, so as to prevent her from becoming a villain who disregards life and draws a gun regardless of good and evil.

The little girl held the guard with one hand, and pressed the AK74M on the side of her leg with the other. She shook with the car and said nothing, and she didn't know if she heard it.

While galloping, a fellow car appeared in front of them. One kilometer away, no car could be seen from the dust, but it was definitely not a convoy.

Someone is smoking...

Han Lang stabilized the accelerator, the speed of the car dropped slightly, and he galloped along the road, not intending to overtake the car in front.

The little girl who was sitting quietly moved her body and hooked her right foot back, as if it was more comfortable this way.

After walking silently for more than ten minutes, a black shadow appeared in front of the dust.

Han Lang slowed down again, picked up the binoculars and looked into the distance.

Sure enough, there were checkpoints set up by armed men.

There are many factions here, and the anti-government armed forces are not one, each has its own territory.Inspections are mostly for collecting money for war or life.

As for any security checks, they don't exist.

Seeing the checkpoint, Han Lang downshifted again and slowed down again. While covering his head quickly with a man's turban that he found in a broken village, he said, "Sapphire, sit there and don't move. Once there is a firefight, you have to lower your head to the workbench." Down……"

Hearing the words, the little girl finally turned her head and took a look at Han Lang, blinked her big eyes, turned around without any indication, raised her raised right foot up again, and touched her heel on the seat, as if she was used to hugging her knees , I have no choice but to find the most suitable posture to sit in the car.

Han Lang wrapped his head neatly, took out a few hundred meters of gold and put it in his pocket, quickly checked his weapon, then accelerated again, and drove forward steadily with the telescope in one hand.

Ahead, two pickup trucks and a car of unknown color and brand blocked the Banla road.One of the pickups also has an M2 Browning heavy machine gun, commonly known as a 0.50 heavy machine gun.

Seven or eight of them were holding AK47s, covered their heads with turbans, and leaned against the front of the car; beside them, a simple roadblock lay in the middle of the road.

Beside the car that just passed by, a guy leaned over the AK, said something in the driver's cab, then reached out to take the thing handed out by the person inside, and waved his hand to let it go.

After the vehicle in front passed the roadblock and left, Han Lang put down the binoculars, turned his head to look at the little girl who was hugging a knee, and said worriedly: "Sapphire, don't move around for a while."

Hearing the words, the little girl turned her head to look at Han Lang, blinking her big eyes, and turned around after a while, not sure if she understood.

Han Lang didn't expect her to answer, and drove towards the inspection position at a constant speed.

Seeing another car approaching, the people standing lazily raised their guns slightly, and their eyes fell on Han Lang's car.The person who was in charge of asking before raised his gun and pointed at Han Lang's car, signaling to stop with one hand.

Han Lang decelerated steadily, approached the roadblock slowly, and rolled down the window at the same time, very politely.

"Where are you going?" The man in charge of the inspection lowered his gun, glanced at the car, and asked a step forward.

"Sukhna..." Han Lang said in Arabic while handing out 200 meters of gold.

He didn't know if this road was the main road leading to Sukhnai, but he thought it was going in the same direction.

"What are you going to do?" The man took the money and put it away, looking at the car bucket and asked.

This person obviously didn't suspect Han Lang.

"Go buy..."

Before Han Lang could finish his sentence, the little girl who had been sitting quietly in the passenger seat suddenly raised her hand, clutched a pistol and leaned out the lowered window of the car, pointing at the muzzle of the gun and still pointing obliquely at the ground, but those who stood upright pulled it away trigger.

Han Lang saw the little girl's movements from the corner of his eye, his eyes were fixed, without even turning his head, his right hand drew out the pistol like lightning, and pulled the trigger at the same time as the little girl pulled the trigger.

Two gunshots sounded almost at the same time, and the man beside Han Lang hadn't even looked away from the truck when a cloud of blood sprayed from the back of his head.

On the side of the little girl, a figure who was about to take a step paused, before the muzzle of the gun was raised, a bright red mark was on the neck, and the hand subconsciously let go of the gun and covered it to the neck.

"Low your head!!"

When Han Lang fired the gun, his body had already left his seat. With a low growl, the muzzle of the gun dropped, and he pulled the trigger continuously as he pushed the car door and sped out.

The bullets flew along the rolled down car window towards the figure a few meters away. While those people were stunned, three of them suddenly had holes in their foreheads one after another, and blood spurted out from the back of their heads.

clatter……

The unique gunshot of AK finally rang out when Han Lang flashed out of the car door and rushed forward. The bullets did not cover Han Lang, but swept past his companions beside him, and the ammunition belt was drawn towards the sky.

That was when the little girl hit a guy in the chest, and the trigger was pulled as the guy fell on his back.

Han Lang burst out at the maximum speed, flashed out of the car door and flew towards him, the flames of the gun did not stop.

A guy finally reacted, dodged in a panic, and the moment the muzzle was raised, he rushed forward, grabbed the muzzle of the gun, and pushed it amidst the flames emanating from the muzzle, and the handle of the gun in his hand hit the target with a bang. guy's neck.

When the little girl opened the car door and fired, the remaining two people panicked and pulled the bolt to load it. They turned around, dropped their limp bodies, and shot twice with their hands.

puff!puff!
Two puffs of blood sprayed out from behind the heads of the last two people, and the two of them also stopped pulling the bolt to load the gun, and fell silently limp.

"Sapphire! Stand there and don't move!!" Han Lang shouted while scanning the battlefield.

It was already possible to pass the test, and if I gave some more money, I'm afraid I could even buy a mobile phone, but the little girl was so thrilled that she couldn't help but feel angry and her voice became severe.

The little girl has already got out of the car, holding the car door with one hand, and looking over here with the M1911 in the other. Hearing Han Lang's shout, she puts down the pistol, bends down and pulls out the AK74M, puts it on her back, holds the gun in Han Lang's hand and searches for it, and points to the back. When he opened the car, he walked vigilantly towards the roadblock with a pistol in his hand, then pulled out the knife, and cut off at the same time Han Lang opened the door.

Han Lang confirmed that there was no one in the car, and as soon as he straightened up, he saw the little girl's movements, and immediately became angry.

"Sapphire!!" Han Lang roared and ran over.

But it was still too late, a blood sword shot out as he rushed over.

The one he left alive was slit by the little girl.

The little girl raised her head amidst the shouts, squatted there with a pistol and a knife in one hand, blinked at Han Lang who was standing still with her big eyes, then looked down at the figure that had already started to twitch, and casually splashed the blood on her hands He rubbed against the cloth robe, stood up, looked at Han Lang, saw that Han Lang didn't speak, squatted next to the other man with the dagger in his hand, raised his hand and cut it off.

Han Lang is no longer sure whether he should take the little girl with him. The little girl seems to like this kind of killing and blood, and she doesn't feel nervous at all when doing this.

It's still a long way to the destination, and if you don't keep it all, you have to make a detour. It is impossible for the little girl to quietly pass through the crowded area, and I'm afraid she will kill her all the way.

Although these people are rebels, it is not for him to judge whether they are good people, or to study whether they should be killed, but if they don't do anything, wouldn't there be fewer killings?
If I had been slow to react just now and the people on the opposite side had reacted first, they would be really dangerous, not to mention sure to die, at least they wouldn't be able to deal with these loaded guys so easily, after all, there are nine of them.

Han Lang glanced at the hopeless survivors, raised his head and glanced at the mending one by one, the meticulous little girl shook her head, exhaled a foul breath, walked quickly to the roadblock, moved it away, and moved the cars of several cars. Unscrew the fuel tank cap and quickly rummage through what you need.

These people used walkie-talkies, although they were a bit old, but they seemed to have a range of ten to twenty kilometers.

I didn't have a mobile phone, but I found a map. It wasn't very standard, but it was roughly understandable.

Han Lang has no time to blame the little girl, he must leave here as soon as possible, find a place to teach her well, so as to avoid further mistakes in the next trip.

You can completely bypass the position that you can't pass.Killing the past, that's unrealistic.

He didn't intend to run just now, because that M2 heavy machine gun was a major threat whether it could fire or not, and it would turn them into a hornet's nest in a short time.

The little girl squatted alone in front of the pickup truck while he was busy, and put the stolen money and a few watches into the bag containing his belongings.

Han Lang didn't touch the guns, dragged all the corpses into the car pile, pricked a fuel tank, went to pick up the little girl, pulled out the gun from her lap, took off the assault rifle, and stuffed her directly into the passenger driver.

The little girl was carrying a bag containing her belongings, and kept staring at Han Lang, neither stopping nor struggling, allowing Han Lang to stuff her into the passenger seat, move around, turn around and put the bag into the back seat.

Han Lang didn't look at the little girl again, lit the oil stains on the ground, stepped on the gas pedal while the flames were rising, the engine roared out, and went away amidst the explosion of the fuel tank.

(End of this chapter)