global sniper

Chapter 19
While Han Lang was getting into the car, the little girl slipped back down the top of the slope, grabbed the AK74M and stood up.

But her movements were still half a beat slow, and a slope more than ten meters high was only a few steps for Han Lang.

As soon as she stood up, Han Lang had already got into the cab, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out of the hiding place.

The little girl took two steps, stared at the turning pickup for a moment, then turned her head, grabbed the camouflage cloth that fell in front and covered her head, crawled back to the sniper position with hands and feet, and stuck out the gun when Han Lang turned the corner. mouth.

Han Lang wasn't wearing a seat belt, he was steering with one hand and the AUG A1 automatic rifle with the other, and galloped while staring at the smoke billowing area in front of him.

The battlefield must be cleaned up.Even if there is no communication tool, a living mouth cannot be left behind.

It is more than 700 meters, and it will not take long to get there, not to mention the breathing space.

When he saw the burning wreckage of the first car, Han Lang turned in the direction, stopped about 30 meters away from the target, and searched carefully.

The muzzle of the gun was pointing at a lying figure with twisted body, his eyes kept moving, he approached carefully, he shot in the head with a bang, his eyes moved, and he continued to search.

At the same time as he fired, the little girl lying behind him suddenly lifted the camouflage cloth, grabbed the assault rifle and was about to come down, looked in Han Lang's direction, hesitated, got down again, picked up the sniper rifle and took aim.

Han Lang moved gently, his feet moved steadily, and he approached the burning car silently. He pointed his gun at a figure not far behind the car. He saw a big hole in the corpse from the corner of his eye. figure approached.

That guy's head was gone, it was smashed by a heavy sniper.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a walkie-talkie two meters in front of the corpse. He scanned the surroundings, walked over, squatted down slowly, grabbed it with his hand, took a quick look, and then threw it into the flames.

The walkie-talkie is useless to him, the previous ones have been thrown away.

Throw away the walkie-talkie, take two steps back, and while observing the surroundings, reach out to touch the corpse.

Sure enough, the person holding the walkie-talkie should be the leader, and he really has a mobile phone on him.

It's not a common smartphone in China, it's a bit old.

Squatting there, he took out his mobile phone and held it up to his eyes for a glance, quickly put it in his pocket, stood up and continued searching.

A guy with blood all over his face, his elbows, bones sticking out of his sleeves, struggling to breathe, seeing Han Lang approaching, his eyes showed despair.

He struggled hard, not knowing whether he wanted to fight back or escape for his life.

But he lost too much blood, and he had no strength to stand up. He just raised his head, and then fell back to the ground.

Han Lang's gaze didn't fall on him, he pointed his gun at him out of the corner of his eye, approached him slowly, and then shot him in the head without lowering his head.

He won't worry about who to interrogate, and these people don't have the information he needs. If they dare to come, don't worry about going back alive.

After the two cars were searched, they were flung out from the ground, and the seriously injured figures were checked one by one. The shotgun pulled down by the heavy sniper was headshot, and he approached the bazooka player's position firmly. Around, feet move slowly, approaching a burning pickup.

Just then, there was a loud gunshot.

Han Lang half-kneeled all of a sudden, raised the muzzle of his gun, and turned his head to look behind him quickly.

Why did the little girl shoot?
Turning his head halfway, his eyes blurred, he turned his head quickly, stood up abruptly and squatted down.

Crouching together, he saw the dust rising in the distance.

There's another vehicle approaching!

Han Lang's heart tightened, he squatted down and retreated quickly, grabbed the bazooka that he kicked just now, bent down and rushed towards the wreckage that was blocking the front just now.

Behind him, the little girl stared at the scope and pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the three cars still approached at the same speed.

She was a little flustered, reloaded and aimed again, and fired again.

Amidst the sound of gunshots, Han Lang had already rushed to the burning wreckage, and through the cracks in the flames, he saw three cars galloping towards him.

Hummer!

Han Lang shrank his pupils, swung his assault rifle, put his back on his back, quickly checked the bazooka in his hand, confirmed that it could be used, and turned his head to look behind him.

Behind, this one is loaded with warheads, and the others have been fired.The warheads, the nearest one was more than 20 meters diagonally opposite, presumably dropped when the warheads were fleeing.

Be in trouble!
Han Lang took a deep breath and listened to the sound of the engine.

The little girl's second shot still missed the target, and the vehicle was still approaching quickly.

The little girl was in a hurry, she lifted the camouflage cloth and was about to stand up.

How did she know that she hit the target.

The SSG 69 sniper rifle is also called the green gun. It is known as a guided weapon mounted on an ox cart. Its accuracy is legendary among sniper rifles. Even beginners can achieve reliable accuracy when using it for the first time.The little girl has fired more than [-] bullets, and the accuracy is not bad.

It's just that the target is a military Humvee. The 69 bullets of the SSG 7.62 sniper rifle can't penetrate the armor at all. Naturally, the vehicle does not react after being shot.

But the vehicle did react, the speed dropped sharply, the roof windows were open, and the machine gunners were ready to lean out and pull the trigger as long as they locked on the target.

The same M2 Browning heavy machine gun, even if the sniper is far away, it will still be lost in the rain of bullets.

In the car, it is also ready for battle.

The little girl lifted up the camouflage cloth, then lay back on the ground again, picked up the sniper rifle and aimed again.

Bah!
The bullets whizzed out, hitting the front bumper of the Hummer right away, splashing a cloud of sparks.

"At 12 o'clock, the distance is 100 meters!"

A common language voice said amid the sparks between the bullet and the vehicle: "The target is five meters away from the lower edge of the raised hill. The 7.62-caliber sniper rifle is handed over to you, Jack."

"Got it. Big ass."

In the car, the machine gunner said something very casually, grabbed the handle of the machine gun with his hand, and then probed. When the little girl got down again, the muzzle of the gun was pointed there first, and then aimed. In just two or three seconds, there was a booming sound. It exploded suddenly.

In the sound of tom tom, flames spit out, shell casings bounced, and huge bullets roared away.

The little girl just got down on the ground, and her eyes hadn't reached the scope yet. At the same time as the machine gunner got out of the car window, she shrank her head and slipped down.

At the same time as she was moving, the bullets roared, and amidst the screaming sound, dust and gravel flew in front of her position.

when!
The sniper rifle with its muzzle up was jerked and raised backwards.

Apparently, the bullet grazed the muzzle of the gun.

The little girl shook her hand, and the gun flew out of her hand, flew over her head, and fell behind her.

When the machine gunner fired, Han Lang was shocked.

The whistling sound of the bullets passed over his head, the opponent didn't shoot him!
sapphire!
Han Lang focused his eyes, picked up the bazooka, half-kneeled in the gap between the flames to aim, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The warhead whizzed out, 0.1 second, and the flames flew less than ten meters away. The engine ignited, the tail flame sprayed, and it flew to about 200 meters, and the Humvee had slowed down.

"RPG!!"

Shouts sounded from the leading Humvee, apparently unaware of the rockets approaching nearby.

When he saw the flames, he turned in shock, and the front of the car shook violently, trying to avoid the flying rockets.

However, he discovered it too late. The flames of the wreckage in front of him blocked the launch light of the rocket. When he saw it, the rocket had already accelerated to more than 200 meters per second, and he could no longer avoid it.

The front of the car swayed and the body hadn't finished turning. With a bang, the rocket exploded on the door behind the passenger driver. The Hummer shook violently and rolled over in the direction of the turn. Thick smoke billowed in the car, lay on its side, and rushed into the sky. dust.

Han Lang hit the target, grabbed the bazooka and jumped out of the wreckage, trying to grab the warhead he saw.

However, just as he jumped out, his scalp suddenly exploded, he stopped suddenly, followed by a roll in the dust in front of him, and returned to the wreckage again.

He didn't know that when the first Humvee fired, the other two Humvees on the left and right also got out of the machine gunner. When the first two Humvees were dodging the rockets, they had already seen the position where the rockets were flying. As soon as it was locked, I saw a figure who jumped out.

The advance of the rain of bullets did not shred the target, and the machine gunner who fired the gun fell off the muzzle, and the chain of bullets was drawn towards the wreckage of the pickup truck where Han Lang was hiding.

At the same time, another Humvee made an emergency stop and stopped next to the overturned Humvee. The machine gunner shrank his head behind the shield and locked the approximate position of the sniper in the distance. Behind the Humvee, the muzzle-locked wreckage of a pickup truck lashed with ammunition belts.

Amidst the sound of gunfire, the Humvee that fired the gun moved forward slowly. On both sides of the rear of the vehicle, figures were holding assault rifles, and the muzzles of the guns flashed out of the rear of the vehicle, and followed steadily.

The huge bullet flew in less than a second after Han Lang rolled back to the wreckage. Amidst the tinkling sound, the flames of the wreckage flew around, and the shattered pieces of the car body rolled everywhere. .

Han Lang held his head and curled up into a ball, trying to minimize the area hit by the fragments, but he couldn't stand up and fight back.

With a huge 12.7 caliber bullet, no matter how fast he moves, as long as he hits it, he won't run away.

Standing up in the rain of bullets is suicide.

In the rhythmic gunfire, the door of the overturned Humvee was opened from above, and the figure squatting on it got into the Humvee and started rescue.

At the same time, a sniper held his gun against the front of the overturned Hummer, raised his gun to lock the little girl's position, and prevented the little girl from showing her head.

Han Lang lowered his body as much as possible, and kept flying debris and bullets beside him, breathing slowly.

He was waiting, waiting for the opponent to stop shooting, and kill the machine gunner first, otherwise, he would definitely die.

The vehicle approached slowly, within a dozen seconds, within 150 meters.

Even if the speed of the car is only a little over ten kilometers, it is four or five meters per second.

The machine gun finally stopped.

This is it!

Han Lang's eyes flashed, he was lying on his side, and the gun was in front of him with a flick, but he didn't shoot.

Amidst the dust, the machine gunner on the roof of the Humvee retracted his head and raised his hand to change the bomb box. He couldn't see the target.

This is a turtle...

Han Lang's thought flashed, and he knew that this was a veteran with rich experience in the battlefield.

But he will not sit still, his eyes move, and he looks at the pickup truck 30 meters away.

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun on it was pointing at the sky, in the direction of the Hummer.

Seeing the target, Han Lang rolled over, his body bounced up, and he bent down and rushed towards the pickup.

As long as the heavy machine gun is in hand, the Hummer is also a piece of paper!
But just as he emerged from the edge of the few wreckage, there was a sudden rattling of gunshots, and the bullets flew towards him densely.

Han Lang took two steps forward, his scalp exploded suddenly, his hairs stood on end, he stopped suddenly, scooped up a large piece of gravel under his feet, and shot back backwards.

Can't get out...

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