global sniper

Chapter 126

Han Lang was driving the car, but he just let go of his thoughts and didn't think about it again. Whether the enemy will continue to track him is the primary issue at present. It doesn't matter whether they are completely wiped out or not.

In less than thirty kilometers, the three vehicles quickly arrived at the location of the last pickup truck, which was where they camped before.

After confirming that no one came to the campsite, Han Lang and the little girl held their guns on guard, while Gui Shao and his aunt quickly cleared the surrounding booby traps and alarm equipment, and prepared for the final evacuation.

After the two of them cleaned up, the three cars approached the final pickup.

"Sapphire alert, oil pumped out, stuff dumped on pickup, move fast."

Han Lang jumped off the pickup truck and ordered.

"Yes!"

Young Master Gui and Big Mom took the order, and they were more or less soldiers. Perhaps the fierce battle made them completely convinced of Han Lang, the leader.

Han Lang didn't have time to look at the two sniper rifles. He was busy quickly, dumping the contents of the car onto the pickup truck with the heavy machine gun. The truck carrying supplies included food, water and oil, and the back seat of the car was full of ammunition. No land.

"It's a pity, I don't have time to clean it meticulously. I don't even have [-] meters of gold in the bag. There are not many good things, and I didn't have time to pack many of them."

The aunt spat out the smell of oil in her mouth and said.

"Auntie, don't be dissatisfied. How do you deal with the following and still have time to clean up the battlefield?"

Young Master Gui replied beside him.

"Let's talk after leaving, it's guaranteed to be exciting."

The aunt said something without paying attention.In fact, the shock in my heart has not passed yet.

It was the first time he saw Han Lang's fierceness, especially his reaction when he was attacked suddenly in a row, let him understand that Han Lang hadn't exerted much strength at all in the previous fight.

Especially the one who swung the muzzle of the gun and was already slashing close to him. He didn't even see how the opponent was scrapped by the butt of the gun. The inspection of the body has confirmed that the opponent was killed by that blow.

"It's a pity, it's the first time I drive such a rough car."

Young Master Gui muttered while pumping the oil in the tank, but did not bring up the previous topic again.

"It's a pity."

The aunt held the oil pipe and heard the sound and said: "This is a luxury modified version. Even if the luxury facilities in the rear box are removed, there is no speaker and bar, this car is not less than 500 million. It just burned like this. It's a bit of a prodigal." .”

"More than that."

Gui Shao looked at the car in front of him with the oil pipe, and said: "You are talking about civilian use, this is heavy bulletproof, look at the sheet metal, bullets from assault rifles are probably useless, the thickness of the glass is at least one centimeter, no matter what It’s more than 200 million meters gold, and the conversion is more than 500 million, I’m afraid it’s more than [-].”

"That can't be kept either."

Han Lang picked up the ammunition box in the back seat and said something.

Driving this car, even without a positioning device, is too eye-catching, and it can be locked in minutes, so forget it.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw three wooden boxes lined up side by side in the open space connected to the trunk in the back seat. He paused, put a box of guns into the pickup truck bucket, and then opened the trunk , Pried open a box three times and twice.

"It seems that the work was not in vain."

The corner of Han Lang's mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "If the way out was not blocked, and I missed these treasures, it shouldn't be a handicraft."

"What good stuff?"

The aunt let go of the oil pipe and looked at it, then exclaimed: "I got it! I was so lucky that I snatched the most valuable thing out of it."

"Let me see."

Gui Shao walked around the front of the car to watch the excitement, and shouted: "This luck, I can't stop it, it's amazing to get back so many good things without being injured."

The vigilant little girl looked back, but did not move, she turned her head and continued to stare around.

The box is full of tattered cloth, but you can see the golden objects, even though you haven't pulled them all apart, you can still see that they are gold utensils, so you can't go wrong.

"Don't look, the oil is coming out."

Han Lang waved his hand, drove them away and said, "Take it away, you can study it slowly later."

The aunt looked at the golden light in the light again, but she didn't say anything, and turned her head back to look at the oil pump.

There were three more boxes, Han Lang rearranged the undercarriage, quickly unlucky, after the aunt and ghost each pumped two barrels of oil, and after there were no empty barrels, he ignited the oiled Hummer and drove away.

In the darkness, the flames behind them gradually faded away until they disappeared. The two pickups just walked alone in the darkness, gradually moving away.

What kind of chaos will happen in the city has nothing to do with them.

The fire in the city is still raging now. Even if this force does not disappear, it is estimated that it will be difficult to survive, and it will be annexed by other forces soon.

Han Lang led the way, with the lights on, judging from his memory, he went straight to the cliff in the direction where he and Sapphire came out.

Around, I can't stay for a while.The road is also temporarily closed.

Attacked the opponent's city twice in a row and caused huge losses to the opponent. Especially this time, it completely destroyed the secret cave that had been in operation for many years.

With such a big loss, it would be wrong if the other party didn't make any move.

The little girl was very quiet, holding the rangefinder and staring ahead, continuing to perform her duty of observation.

Behind, the aunt was driving, and Young Master Gui held up the binoculars silently, observing the left and right, and no one chatted.

After two consecutive days of galloping, in the remote area, Han Lang didn't take the route he had taken before, and drove straight to the cliff in the general direction, without stopping, and went straight to the small village.

Returning here, one is to avoid the enemy's large-scale search, and the other is that he feels that this place is remote enough and safe enough.

With such a big movement, it is impossible to be careless.

Drive the pickup truck into the room, push it against the wall, and leave a place for the pickup truck of the aunt, and Han Lang gets out of the car to clean up the traces along the way.

The traces on the road will be covered by sand at dawn tomorrow, and there will be no strong winds, and the ruts here will not last long.

The little girl also got out of the car and stood in the dusty hiding place in a few steps, standing there quietly watching.

Here, perhaps the place where she lived for a long time, came back again, I don't know how she feels.

Han Lang squeezed through the gap when the aunt followed and parked against the rear of his car, reached out and rubbed the little girl's head, when the little girl turned her head to look at it, she smiled, turned around and said, "Stay here for a few days , to clean up the traces of entering the village."

"Yes."

Aunt and Young Master Gui responded briefly, got out of the car and followed them outside, and began to clean the traces left by the ruts.

Coming back here again, Han Lang also felt as if he had passed away. When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he straightened up, looked at the darkness around him, and returned silently.

Here, I have searched before coming in, no one has come, and no one lives, here, it is still quiet.

When the three of them returned, the little girl was still standing there. When she heard that the three of them had returned, she turned her head.

"Pack up the spoils."

Han Lang drooled, stretched out his hand to undo the camouflage cloth and said.

"Come on, Sapphire, spread out the blanket."

Big Mom pulled out the backpack she carried on the ground, and shouted with a smile.

"I'm going to watch."

Young Master Gui didn't participate, perhaps not very interested, picked up his assault rifle and left the room.

"Be careful, I'll replace you later."

Han Lang said something and picked up a box.

The little girl quickly took out the blanket and threw herself down, then sat there, looking at the aunt.

In the beam of flashlight, the aunt opened the backpack, took out the banknotes inside one by one and handed them to the little girl.

The little girl put it down quickly, and then took the mottled object from the aunt.

These things are not intact, many of them are rusty, even beyond recognition, they are all metal, iron, silver, and wooden, but they are not big, and there are traces of cleaning, Although dilapidated, it is not dirty.

"There's no need to classify them, sapphires, these things are hundreds of years old, or even longer, and they are all worth some money."

The aunt said and continued to dig.

Han Lang didn't care about the two of them, he unloaded all three boxes, and took out the night vision goggles and scope bags that the aunt put back in the car.

These all need to be sorted out carefully, and once needed, they can be taken out and used.

Picking up the heavy sniper and taking a closer look, except that the scope is one size larger than the M14, this gun is very similar to Barrett.

But also that's just a lot like it.

Looking closely, the barrel is a bit thicker than the Barrett 82A1, although the difference is not big, but Han Lang is a sniper, and this gun has been used a lot, so he can still tell the difference.

In terms of details, there are also slight differences. Without firing a test shot, Han Lang also found that the muffler is not exactly the same, or the original style has been slightly changed, and the function is unknown.

I raised the gun and looked at it, and finally judged that this gun is slightly lighter than the original version, but I don't know how much.

Is it hard to modify mature guns just for the slight difference in performance?How about developing one yourself...

Crash checked it, put it down in doubt, and picked up the box of the sniper rifle.

As soon as he opened it, Han Lang paused.

Inside is the M14 with the barrel removed. In addition to the scope on the gun, the tool for cleaning the gun, there is also a spare scope, and a night vision device for the gun.

It turned out to be M14 again...

Han Lang picked up the gun inside and quickly assembled it with a move in his heart.

The N14 is very easy to use. Accurate shooting and sniping are quite effective against targets at a distance of about 500 meters. Farther away, 170 meters is not a problem. It can be said that with this gun, it is easier than those Scar M[-]s. There are too many, at least the goal of more than a kilometer, don't worry about not being able to reach it.

"Get another M14?"

The aunt said while taking out her backpack.

"Exactly the same."

Han Lang said with a smile: "It seems that this means that I am not allowed to use an assault rifle."

"Don't."

The aunt handed the little girl a silver plate and said, "Boss, you are wasting resources holding a sniper rifle in the back. You are more suitable for assault. I am not as good as you in terms of melee ability or on-the-spot reaction."

"how come."

Han Lang smiled, but didn't take it seriously.

"real."

The aunt straightened up and said: "Head, you are too fierce in melee combat. I am not as good as you in judgment and reaction on the spot. How can you not be an assaulter? At least there are few people now, so you can't take a sniper rifle."

"Mom."

Han Lang didn't answer, checked the gun with a clatter, and said, "Don't you think it's strange, if these guns are only modified one by one, they can be treated as a private act, and you can spend a lot of money to ask a modification master to create a gun that fits you very well. but the same model, such as the Scar M170, and this one, how can it be modified to have the same style, does it mean mass production?"

(End of this chapter)