global sniper

Chapter 14 Fear
For three consecutive days, Han Lang and the little girl have become natives, and the car is even more dusty and dusty.

After traveling through the desolate hills for three days, the vehicle finally left the hilly area and drove along a plain to the road seen in the distance.

On the far side of the road, there is a small town with two floors and three floors. It seems that there are hundreds of households and thousands of households.

Han Lang needs to refuel, and the fuel has been exhausted in three days. If they don't refuel, they will go on foot.

The speed of the car was not fast. When several dirt bags appeared in the field of vision, Han Lang slowed down, drove the car to the dirt bags, got out of the car, unloaded the water, food, guns and ammunition, and hid them quickly. Leaving the empty barrels filled with oil, we went on the road again.

The little girl didn't move, this time she didn't get out of the car to get busy, she just sat in the car and just watched.

Turning on the road, Han Lang turned his head to look at the little girl, and said, "Sapphire, remember, don't pull out the gun at every turn. There are many times when problems can be solved as easily as without a gun..."

The little girl turned her head when she heard the words, her big eyes blinked, as if she was listening seriously, she moved her raised feet back again, and leaned on the car seat.

Han Lang saw that this was nothing for a few days, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Sapphire, give me the gun."

The little girl blinked her big eyes, stretched out her hand and pulled out the M1911 from her calf, and passed the gun to Han Lang.

Insurance doesn't matter...

Han Lang closed the safety deposit and stuffed it into his pocket, before turning his eyes away from the little girl.

The little girl was too determined, she didn't pay attention to her movements for the first time, how could this give her a chance to draw her gun at every turn?
Looking back, the town quickly approached.

As they approached, the scars left by the war gradually became clear.

Dilapidated buildings stand tremblingly, with steel bars and hanging broken floors, walls full of bullet marks and holes blown out, all indicating that fierce battles and shelling have taken place here.

The car slowly drove into the town, and slowly drove towards the center through the gaps between the piled up bricks and broken tiles.

Along the way, those shabby and dull-eyed figures didn't glance at the vehicle; those skinny children who were in the broken door or under the ruins stared at the vehicle with big eyes and hugged their knees.

Han Lang drove the car silently, looking for the target through the dark goggles.

The little girl was extremely quiet, she held the handle with one hand, and looked ahead quietly, her gaze never glancing at the figure outside the car window.

Han Lang had already changed into the local clothes, which were just picked up from the dead.The two people with their heads covered are no different from the locals, and the car is also full of dust, obviously after a long journey.

Han Lang didn't stop to inquire.

This is a war-torn area, and militants control everything. There is only one way to buy oil.And asking casually will cause trouble.

So, when two figures with AKs on their backs appeared in sight, Han Lang rolled down the window of the car, parked slowly, poked his head out and asked in Arabic, "Sir, where can I buy oil?"

"You want gas?"

The two looked from the inside of the car to the trunk, and one asked.

"Yes, sir." Han Lang was very regular and calm.

"Come with me." The person who spoke shook his head and did not take off his AK. It seemed that this kind of situation often happened.

"Thank you." Han Lang never said the sect's blessings, nor did he make any moves.

The armed forces here don't know what they believe in, and talking nonsense will cause trouble.

After saying thanks, he drove to follow the two of them, glanced at the little girl, saw that she was sitting obediently, retracted his gaze, and drove slowly towards the center.

As we got closer to the center, there were more and more figures with guns on their backs, and stalls began to appear on the street, and there were a lot more people.

Although the small stall is on the ruins, it also reveals the taste of the market.It's just that the things are very simple, except for this special bread, I didn't see anything along the way.As for meat and desserts, there is no trace.In the stall, apart from the noodle cakes, there were miscellaneous tatters, or trash-like tatters.

Han Lang drove the car silently, under the goggles, his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

There is nothing to restrain them in the chaos. They deal with things simply and rudely. It is normal for them to shoot if they disagree with each other.

There is nothing but an empty bucket in the truck. There is a little girl’s AK74M in the back seat, and there are two AK47s. There are no sniper rifles or assault rifles.

This is also to prevent the guns from being too easy to be aimed at by the rebels, which will lead to gun battles.

AK, which can be seen everywhere here, is not a new thing, and it is normal for individuals to carry it.

But it is still not guaranteed what actions these militants will take.

A few minutes later, the two stopped at a relatively complete second floor, said something to the man standing at the door with their guns in their arms, turned back and pointed to Han Lang's car, turned around and left.

The figure standing with the gun in his arms looked at Han Lang's car, his masked face couldn't show any expression, and he didn't come over to check, he turned his head and shouted something.

Following the shout, a figure in combat uniform of an unknown country walked out of the room, moved the pistol strapped to his leg, and looked at Han Lang's car.

As soon as that person appeared, the little girl who had been motionless suddenly let go of her right hand holding the handle, and reached for her ankle. When Han Lang turned his head to look at her, he missed it. Just grabbed his arm.

again...

Han Lang turned his head to look at the little girl, shook his head slightly, and whispered, "No."

The little girl turned her head to look at the man who came out, turned her head, and exerted more force on her hands, a look of fear appeared in her eyes, and her hands trembled slightly.

"With me here, don't be afraid." Han Lang reached out and patted her hand, and slowly pulled out the arm that was being held, "Sit still."

As he spoke, he opened the car door, stood outside the car without moving too quickly, nodded at the man, closed the car door and walked over.

"Two hundred and one barrels of gasoline." The man stared at Han Lang, and said when Han Lang stopped, "Only accept rice gold."

"Ok sir."

Han Lang turned his head and came to the truck, took out five oil barrels, put them down and said, "Sir, I want five barrels of oil, and the fuel tank is full."

The man paused, looked up from several oil barrels, looked at Han Lang, and said after a while, "2000 meters of gold."

"Sir..." Han Lang hesitated for a while, took out the money in his pocket, left a few small denominations, handed it over and said, "I only have one thousand and eight..."

The man took it, glanced at Han Lang, nodded casually, waved his hand without looking back, looked at Han Lang's car again, and when the two people standing at the door carried their guns on their backs and came over to carry the bucket, they turned their heads and entered. into the house.

When he reached the door, the man paused again, turned his head to look at Han Lang's car, paused for a few seconds, and then walked into the door and disappeared.

Han Lang didn't move, and stood quietly beside the car.

The two people first carried the barrel into the door, and soon, one of them rolled out a metal oil barrel, a medium-sized [-]-liter oil barrel, and after Han Lang unscrewed the fuel tank cap, he moved a very strong one wooden stool.

Han Lang stretched out his hand to help with good eyesight, helping to lift the barrel onto the wooden stool, and leaned against the co-pilot.

As soon as he leaned against the car, the car window suddenly rolled down halfway, and the little girl reached out and grabbed his arm, trembling, tightly clenched.

Han Lang turned his head, stretched out his hand and patted the little girl's hand, signaling her not to be afraid, slowly took off her hand, and shook his head slightly.

The little girl stared at Han Lang with wide eyes, holding the car window with her hand, her eyes showed extreme fear and anxiety, but she didn't make any further moves.

Han Lang didn't know why the little girl was so scared. He guessed it was because he hadn't seen a stranger for a long time. Seeing these militants who had killed people, he was just scared and didn't care. He motioned to roll up the window and turned to look at the man. Use the most primitive oil pumping method to refuel the car with the oil pipe.

It is not difficult to judge from the taste, this gasoline is still very standard, it should not turn off from time to time, or block the oil circuit.

While refueling, another person took out the oil barrel and put it casually at Han Lang's feet, without saying a word, he turned around and entered the door.

From the corner of Han Lang's eyes, he saw the little girl roll up the car window, bent over and picked up two barrels of oil and put them into the car bucket, unscrewed it to look inside, and put it away.

Refueling is quick, less than 10 minutes before and after, the fuel tank is full, and five barrels of oil are loaded into the body.

No one spoke to Han Lang, and no one asked him, until Han Lang drove away, and no one cared about him.

After Han Lang got into the car, the little girl tightly grasped his arm with her left hand again, she stopped looking ahead and just stared at Han Lang.

"Sapphire." Han Lang drove a section, squeezed out of the market and said: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, we can go."

The little girl was still holding Han Lang's arm tightly, her hands trembling slightly, staring at Han Lang without moving.

Han Lang was very helpless, but he didn't show any impatience. When he was about to leave the town, he reached out and patted the little girl's hand, and said, "Sapphire, you have to slowly get used to being in contact with people. They are not good people, but they are not good. It didn't hurt you, right, don't be afraid, let go, we're out."

The little girl was still holding on to Han Lang's arm tightly, the anxiety in her eyes grew stronger and the fear even worse.

Han Lang shook his head secretly, and continued to move forward steadily.

Seeing that he was about to leave the town, two figures holding AK suddenly appeared in front of him.

Han Lang's eyes dimmed, he stretched out his hand to push away the little girl's hand, reached out and took out a pistol and put it on the side of his leg.

The two obviously wanted to stop the car.

Whether it's a robbery or something else, it's going to be dangerous.

Sure enough, the two men raised their guns, and one of them signaled to stop with one hand.

"Don't move around!" Han Lang growled, reached out to stop the little girl who wanted to climb to the back seat to get a gun, and drove steadily to the two people, glanced around to confirm that there was no third person in the ruins, stopped got out of the car.

"Turn off! Get out of the car!!"

The two, one on the left and the other on the right, pointed their guns at Han Lang and the little girl and shouted.

Han Lang slightly opened his left hand, and slowly opened the car door.

As soon as his feet landed, the guy on his side put his gun on his head, and was about to drag him out of the car door.

On the opposite side, the man also bent down and reached out to open the car door.

The moment the man's hand touched Han Lang's clothes, Han Lang's left hand grasped the gun of the man beside him like lightning, and at the same time when his finger penetrated into the trigger guard, he suddenly raised his right hand, and fired with a bang.

(End of this chapter)