global sniper

Chapter 13 Figures
The thick smoke in the rearview mirror gradually receded, Han Lang did not relax, turned on the seized walkie-talkie, and checked the map in one hand while driving.

The map is either a military map or a civilian one, but it can be considered a regular map.

There are many points marked with symbols on it. In Han Lang's view, it may be the territory of various armed forces.

Half an hour later, when passing a sand dune, Han Lang roughly judged the location, followed the road, drove a section, turned around to deal with the traces, and then galloped along the sandy road amidst the dust.

Along the way, the little girl didn't make a sound, just swaying with the bumps of the car.

This is a hilly area, which is not obvious on the map, but Han Lang judged based on experience that this is the location on the map.

As the road progressed, the road became more dilapidated, without even ruts, and the road surface could barely be seen among the ripples piled up by sand and dust.

Obviously, this road has been deserted for a long time.

Han Lang didn't stop, and continued to gallop along the sandy road.

The road is temporarily impassable. With so many weapons in the car, it will be troublesome to check ahead. No matter what, we have to bypass this area.

Amidst the turbulence, a village ahead with only ruined walls approached rapidly.

Han Lang just glanced at the direction of the village, without pausing, and continued to move forward, until he drove out of the Gobi at dusk, and hid in a hiding place next to the mountain.

All the way, he has not spoken, nor looked at the little girl.

He couldn't blame the little girl, he knew that this was the root cause of the war.

In the past six or seven years, apart from struggling to survive, the people here have become numb.

They have seen too much death, adults are better off, like a little girl who has faced death every day since she was a teenager, and even lacks basic education. There is no problem in the city. The villagers outside the city are not considered aboriginals, and their civilization is retro Not much better.

In particular, it is not known how long the little girl has lived alone, but Han Lang can understand the conditioned reflex when encountering threats.It's just depressed.

After parking the car and covering it with a camouflage cloth, Han Lang glanced at the little girl who followed him, smiled and said: "Sapphire, go check the burnt things, I'll see if there is a tail."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, looked at Han Lang's legs, and lifted them up.

Han Lang hesitated for a while, but still opened the back door, took out the little girl's pistol and AK74M, handed them to her and said, "Be careful."

The little girl took it, checked it carefully before putting away the pistol and carrying the assault rifle on her back.

Han Lang didn't care about the little girl anymore, he quickly went up to the bare mountain top, covered it with a camouflage cloth, searched the surroundings carefully with a telescope, and focused on the direction of coming to avoid tails following.

After lying down quietly for half an hour, Han Lang left the mountain.

During the meal, Han Lang didn't speak, and kept eating silently.

The little girl was still quiet, swallowing quickly.

"Sapphire." After eating, Han Lang looked at the little girl outside the tent, walked over and sat down and said, "Come on, sit down."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, sat down silently, hugged her knees, and looked at Han Lang.

"In the future, don't shoot anyone you see. The purpose of teaching you to use a gun is to protect yourself, not to let you kill wantonly..."

The little girl remained motionless, watching Han Lang quietly.

"In the future, you will live in a big city. It is not acceptable to draw a gun and shoot at every turn. They are also fresh lives..."

The little girl still didn't move, she hugged her knees and looked at Han Lang.

After talking for more than two hours, Han Lang drank his saliva with dry mouth and ended the class in the nightfall.

He didn't know if the little girl could understand, but he had to say it.

Not just for your own safety.

The little girl didn't know what was going on, she didn't leave when Han Lang went out to inspect, and followed behind without taking a step.

When the darkness fell, without entering the tent, he hugged his knees not far from Han Lang, sat there and watched him quietly.

"Sapphire, go to sleep in the tent." Han Lang said while shaking off the blanket.

The little girl remained motionless, hugging her knees and looking at Han Lang.

"Go to sleep, Sapphire." Han Lang said again.

The little girl still didn't move, staring at Feng Lang with her big eyes blinking in the dark.

Seeing that the little girl didn't move, Han Lang didn't say anything more, got up and took out the blanket from the tent to wrap the little girl around, holding the gun, covered her with the blanket and fell into a deep sleep.

At dawn, Han Lang woke up from his sleep, listened for a while, he didn't hear any sound except the little girl's breathing, and then opened his eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, the little girl had woken up a long time ago. She was covering her knees with a blanket and was watching him quietly.

"Morning, Sapphire." Han Lang lifted the blanket and said hello.

When Han Lang stood up, the little girl also lifted the blanket and stood up, put away Han Lang's blanket obediently, and followed Han Lang without taking a step after Han Lang came back from finishing his housework.

Han Lang felt that the little girl was more dependent on him than before, worried that he would leave alone, and did not correct her.

On the road again, still bumping forward in the desolate place, running around the side of the mountain to the distance.

When Han Lang was on the road again, the direction he came from was the location where his compatriots were attacked, and a stream of sand and dust rushed straight there.

Two pickup trucks came quickly with their trunks covered and stopped near the wreckage.

The six figures with heads wrapped and AK47s in their arms searched and approached the wreckage.

The person in the leading hand got close to the wreckage and took out the handheld terminal. He paused at the wreckage of the vehicle and looked forward, then walked over the wreckage and walked straight to the place where Han Lang buried the body.

Standing there, he took a deep breath, let it out slowly, waved his hand, and rushed back to the two men holding guns, drove the pickup truck over, and jumped out of the car with two engineering shovels in hand.

The man in the lead took a sapper shovel and carefully began to clear the flat ground.

Soon, three covered corpses were revealed.

Amidst the stench, the person at the head carefully opened the clothes, and after a little identification, he cut open the collar of one of them with a knife, took out an object, and then cut off a button, and then carefully observed the three Corpses that have begun to decompose.

Seeing the cut throat and carotid artery on the neck, his pupils shrank, he stood up slowly, handed the button to the person next to him, and left the bottom of the pit.

Amidst the dust, three corpses were set ablaze separately. Amid the thick burnt smell, several people looked at a terminal.

On the screen, the picture shakes violently. From time to time, a figure flashes past, and then seems to get into the car, followed by a flash of fire from time to time, flashing across the flying ground from time to time, and occasionally the shadow of the car behind it can be seen.

This kind of scene lasted for more than ten minutes, followed by a scene of dragging a person in the dusty scene, the camera shakes randomly and keeps shaking, and the camera is blocked from time to time.

After going on for more than ten seconds, the screen was still, and the person being dragged could be seen in the screen. After a while, a face appeared on the screen. The figure in the black robe with its head covering its face approached and said something, the black robe squatted down and cut the neck of the lying man with a knife, stood up and left.

Soon, the man in black robe with his face covered came back again, stretched out his knife and made a gesture.

That action is not difficult to judge, it is throat cutting!

The angle was just right for the wound on the corpse.

After a while, the dust was flying, and the camera was facing the sky, and nothing could be seen.Soon, the face that turned its body appeared in the camera, dragging the camera down the bunker, and then it went black, and the picture was still.

Everyone watched the picture with clenched fists and facial muscles trembling under the scarf.

The person at the head took a deep breath, put away the terminal, looked at the three piles of flames burning fiercely, his eyes sparkled.

"You will not sacrifice in vain!"

The man's voice was steady, but heavy grief and suppressed anger could be heard.

The same goes for the others, except for the two vigilant ones who stood there with flaming eyes, motionless.

After half an hour, the flame slowly extinguished, and the person in the lead reopened the terminal, linked the thing he got under his collar to the terminal, and hit Enter while the others were picking out the bones.

As the Enter key was pressed, there was no response on the screen.

The man closed his terminal with his eyes closed.

After a while, the two pickups kicked up dust and disappeared.

Han Lang didn't know this, he drove the car, bumping forward in the desolate hills, after driving for an hour, he observed his surroundings, adjusted his direction and continued to move forward.

(End of this chapter)