global sniper

Chapter 143 Back to the Carbine

The icy sharpness was close to the root of his life, and the guy completely collapsed, not daring to twist his body, nodding desperately, his nose humming.

Han Lang didn't let the blade leave, and tore off a corner of the tape with his other hand, staring at the man's eyes.

"My...my name is C...Larence..."

That guy didn't dare to hide anymore.

"The task here."

Han Lang moved the blade, slightly cut his skin, and asked.

"Yes Yes……"

That guy tensed up his leg muscles, but he didn't dare to move, endured the pain of a severed finger, and confessed quickly.

"Turn around."

Han Lang growled when the vehicle was about to drive out of the city, and then ordered: "Auntie, report the situation of the target, and prepare to enter again."

"The target has no abnormalities and can enter."

The aunt responded in a low voice in the logistics vehicle.

As Han Lang guessed, this guy is really not Christopher.

Christopher may be a code name, a person who does not exist, or it may be countless shadows with different identities and the same face.

He is not the person in charge here, but his voice meets the requirements, so he always appears as Christopher, as the boss here.

It was the manager, not him, who really called the shots.

The target is wrong, but the person in charge is dead, and the survivor doesn't know too much inside information.

The action cannot be considered a failure, but it is definitely not a success.

Han Lang must return as soon as possible to see if he can find valuable information from the dead man.

During the U-turn of the vehicle, Han Lang quickly checked the guy's computer.

To his disappointment, this guy's computer didn't have any valuable information. Before this guy was watching adult action movies, the storage of a few gigabytes in the computer, opened more than [-], all these pornographic movies.

At the same intersection, the aunt arrived just as the vehicle arrived with two bags in her hand, and then got into the car.

Here, according to the confession, there is no other protection, maybe there is, and the guy who was arrested doesn't know.

But it is necessary to come back. Even if the person in charge is dead, there should be some clues.

"The gun was also modified."

The aunt took out a PSS7.62 micro-sound pistol and handed it to Young Master Gui, and handed over two magazines, and said, "The modified style is very similar to other guns, just optimized, without major changes."

Han Lang also took a handful and tucked it into his waist, but he didn't bother.

This micro-acoustic pistol is a product of Maozi. It is powerful, but its shooting range is only 30 meters. The sound is not louder than air guns at close range, and much quieter than MP7. It also has no muzzle flame. It is suitable for sneaking in at night. This gun works great.

Han Lang didn't kill him, he just knocked him out, and he had to interrogate him carefully.

The vehicle arrived at the gate of the target when Han Lang took over the pistol.

"Safety."

The little girl flicked her throat mic when she saw the bread.

"Got it, stay alert."

Han Lang responded in a low voice, opened the car door, and helped the guy towards the door.

The aunt got out of the car with her bag, leaving Young Master Gui waiting in the car.

After closing the door, the two of them did not turn off the lights, Han Lang entered the manager's office, and the aunt searched carefully again, and it was under the light.

The smell of blood filled the room, but it would not be smelled by the outside. With the door closed, the outside world did not know what happened here.

Han Lang quickly rummaged through all the locations in the manager's office and found the man's computer, but he couldn't open it. Without the password, he didn't know how to crack any games, but he didn't throw it away, shut it down, and took out the signal-isolated bag in his bag to pack it. , put away.

There was nothing of value in the room, nor any special presence.

Even the desk was checked carefully, but nothing was hidden, or something that might be hidden.

The aunt also quickly checked all the rooms. Behind the manager's room is where they live, and the warehouse is behind the building. There is a one-story house next to each other. Except for the electrical appliances, the floor is a one-piece concrete floor, and no mechanism can be seen.

"not found."

Auntie finished searching the warehouse and reported in a low voice.

Why are there no clues, just a contact point?

Han Lang glanced around the room again suspiciously, then turned and went straight to the second floor.

The second floor has relatively complete facilities. After checking all the rooms, even the squatting toilets, Han Lang returned to the living room, pulled out his dagger, and even cut open the sofa to check, but found nothing suspicious.

On the second floor, there are also no luxuries, only a few handicrafts in the style of this place.

It's not that Han Lang's appraisal level is high, but that there are production addresses on these objects...

After carefully inspecting the ground, Han Lang narrowed his eyes.

Here, it will not be just a contact point, here, there will definitely be secrets.

Thinking of this, he went downstairs quietly, and asked as he walked, "Master Gui, Sapphire, report the situation."

"No exception."

Gui Shao sat in the car and responded in a low voice, watching the surroundings without showing any signs.

"Safety."

The little girl responded briefly, continued to stare at the rangefinder, and secretly observed the target's surroundings through the car window.

Han Lang confirmed that there was no abnormality, quickly came to the bedroom, picked up the guy and directly broke his left index finger.

This method is very effective, and it is guaranteed to wake up with pain.

Sure enough, the guy woke up in pain, saw that he was in the room, writhed vigorously, and whimpered from his nose.

Han Lang stared at the guy and asked, "Adonis is Greek and you are American, how did you get together?"

"We came here ten years ago, and we haven't left here. We didn't know each other before..."

"Does anyone come here usually? Do you know what I mean?" Han Lang continued to ask.

"There used to be, but most nights, I didn't see them upstairs. The warehouse here used to be mostly food, flour and the like, and fruits and vegetables were delivered regularly every day, but for three years, they haven't been brought here anymore. food, and the warehouse is full of electrical appliances." The guy replied without thinking about it.

"Where did all the food go?"

"I don't know, I go out occasionally every day, and sometimes I go to various countries for a tour. When I come back, I usually stay on the second floor. I usually don't go down. The people who receive me are Adonis, and I don't see anyone coming to fetch food. of……"

The guy answered quite neatly, without thinking.

It seems that only Adonis is the core...

Han Lang thought silently.

The dead manager, with fangs in his mouth, was clearly the central figure ready to give his life.

There are traces of the ring on the finger, but no silver ring was found, but at least this Adonis is not a simple person. I don't know, it's just a puppet in the open, blocking bullets.

After a moment of silence, Han Lang continued to ask: "Have you been to Sarye, tell me about the situation there."

"Sarye..." The guy hesitated for a while, trying to remember, shook his head and said, "I don't know where Sarye is, I haven't been there."

Never been?
There was a flash of light in Han Lang's eyes, and he was about to be punished.

"Don't! Don't! Please, I've never been there, this is the first time I've heard of it..." The guy shivered in fright, begging in the warm crotch of his pants.

It seems that I have never been there...

Han Lang smelled the smell of urine from that guy, and knew that this guy wasn't lying, and at the same time confirmed that this Christopher was not alone.

So what is the meaning of existence here?

Han Lang was confused.

It is so mysterious that even people who have been working for several years don't know what they are doing and for whom. This is really a bit elusive.

(End of this chapter)