global sniper

Chapter 247
Wearing a silicone mask is a big problem, if not a target.

Ordinary people, how can they wear a silicone mask when they are free?
"Hurry up and clean the battlefield." Han Lang ordered with a flash of light in his eyes.

In the midst of everyone's orders, he picked up the one with the injured shoulder, and poured a glass of cold water on his face.

The guy trembled, woke up suddenly, twisted his body and tried to stand up, but found that he was bound, and he didn't make a sound, and opened his eyes to look at Han Lang.

When he saw clearly that he was wearing a helmet in front of him, the night vision device was lifted, and there was a face covered in oil paint underneath. The guy's pupils shrank, and his tense muscles relaxed.

Han Lang ignored him, took his hand to check.

Seeing the traces of wearing the ring, he understood it, and asked lightly: "Tell me, who else is here?"

The man had his mouth taped up and didn't show anything.

This man still has calluses on his hands, especially the position of the index finger and middle finger of his right hand and the tiger's mouth, which are left by years of using guns.

Seeing that he was silent, Han Lang put down his hand and said, "Don't challenge my patience."

As he said that, he drew out the dagger and slowly moved it to his heel, pierced the skin through his pants, and said, "I will let you live, but you can only be fed to live."

The man's body tensed violently amidst the stinging pain, but he didn't appear to confess.

Han Lang didn't have time to interrogate him carefully. Whether this person is a Desert Adder is irrelevant. Living here in disguise, with Scar 16, is not a good thing. Even if he is accidentally injured, he is not a civilian.

Seeing that he was about to carry it, he broke his hamstring without hesitation.

The guy jerked his body upright, made a humming sound, his eyes widened, his face turned purple instantly, his body twisted, but he couldn't struggle to stand up.

"Do you want to talk?" Han Lang asked, staring into his eyes.

The guy writhed like a snake, but made no attempt to confess.

"Head, I found an underground secret door, an alloy explosion-proof door, and it opened inside." Young Master Gui said in the kitchen.

Seems right.

At the moment when the guy twisted and weakened, Han Lang cut his other hamstring again.

The guy twisted more violently, his eyes turned white, obviously he might faint from the pain at any time.

On the other leg, the big tendon contracted, and the pain had already reached its peak, and the swelling and pain caused him to lose consciousness for a while.

But he still didn't show much, he didn't nod during the struggle, and he didn't give a reminder to confess.

"Don't try to open it, collect clues first."

Han Lang said something in the headset.

"Boss, do you want to interrogate me?" The magician said while searching the second floor.

"Okay, you come." Han Lang stood up, quickly came to the computer, shut it down immediately, removed the memory almost violently, put it in a signal isolation bag, and put it in the backpack.

Regardless of whether the hard drive has clues or not, he will take it with him.

The magician quickly came to the first floor in Han Lang's busy schedule, with excitement rippling on his oil-painted face, he drew out his dagger and began to interrogate, but he didn't ask a word.

Han Lang stopped paying attention, looking for clues in each room.

In the bedroom, he finds a gun cabinet, behind a wardrobe, with six Scar 17s and two shotguns that appear to be SRM M1216s hanging in it.

Below, crates of bullets and grenades, as well as shock bombs, were piled up, but none of them had production marks.

Here, there is no night vision device, no complete sighting system.

Han Lang picked up a Scar 17 and looked at it, and found that it was just an ordinary sight, not the sight system in their hands. The gun was different from theirs, very similar to the original gun, but it also had no production mark.

He took a look at the shock bombs, grabbed a few and put them in his chest bag, took two shotguns and walked out of the bedroom with a box full of bullets and a rotating magazine.

The magazine of this M1216 has four magazine barrels, each of which contains four rounds of 12-gauge shotgun, semi-automatic, and is very strong in terms of continuous firepower and power.

In particular, the original version can be equipped with various sights, including night vision goggles, which is the best among combat shotguns. This one also has rails, so it should not be bad.

Han Lang and the others didn't carry a shotgun. This gun can still make up for the lack of static effect in melee combat. Melee combat is much fiercer than Julang.

Han Lang walked into the living room and saw that the two survivors were already covered in blood, limp and breathing weakly there.

"Head, they have undergone rigorous anti-interrogation training, and they can't speak for a short time." The magician shook his head while wiping the dagger.

Anti-interrogation ability, this is the same as the Desert Adder people I met before, it seems that the magician overestimated his interrogation ability...

Han Lang put down the shotgun and ammunition, looked at the two dying guys, shook his head, he didn't laugh at the magician who was hit.

"Head, I found four rings." The aunt came down from the second floor and raised her hand.

Han Lang saw the ring in aunt's hand, his eyes widened.

These four rings are the same as the ones he got before, which are the symbols of the Desert Adder.

There is no doubt that this is a den, but there is no confession, and it is impossible to know their root cause, which is very troublesome.

"There are satellite phones and smart phones here. Let Octopus take a look and see if you can find the number you need." Gui Shao said holding two phones.

"Octopus, is there any abnormality in 1-51?" Han Lang motioned to put it away, and asked in the headset.

"There is nothing unusual. One is still watching TV, and the other is fiddling with the computer. It seems to be looking up information, not a game, and there is no reflection of color." Matthew followed up with the report.

"Young Master Ghost, stay here. Auntie puts the shotgun on her back, and the magician follows." Han Lang ordered while loading the drum magazine.

"Good head."

The three responded.

Young Master Gui wants to look at Huokou and the door, there are only two people next to him, three of them are enough.

Han Lang will not kill people casually, he will interrogate them meticulously, but he will also take down the old house next to him.

If the judgment is correct, there should be another exit.

Here, there is no overall power supply. There is the sound of generators everywhere in the city, and the street lights are sparse. Except for the downtown area, the rest of the place is basically dark. The location where Han Lang and the others are located is also dark, but this old house does not have a generator.

Obviously, there is a special generator for the power supply here, but I can't see where it is at the moment.

If you take a little trouble and follow the power supply line to find the generator set, then there is no doubt that there is another export promotion. At present, it is suspected to be the old house of No. 1-51.

"Octopus, watch the path." Han Lang said after finishing finishing the guns.

"The path is open, you can act." Matthew looked at the terminal and said: "There is no one on the road, and there are no residents with lights around."

"We're out." Han Lang waved his hand, and left the door first, and quickly approached the target along the street.

"The target is normal, you can enter." Matthew's voice was calm, making people not nervous at all.

Like ghosts in the dark, the three quietly touched the target door.

Han Lang followed the same pattern, poking open the door with a steel wire, slowly turning the handle like two seconds before and after, and silently opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the aunt rushed in with a gun in her hand, and ran directly down the stairs to the second floor.

The magician followed closely behind, holding his gun and rushing to the living room.

Han Lang turned his body, and the moment he entered the door, he silently closed the door and jumped to catch up with the magician in front of him.

Just when the magician entered the small door of the living room, he was sitting on the sofa drinking red wine leisurely, and the guy watching TV suddenly sat up, and the moment the wine glass in his hand flew out, the figure was unreal for a while, and he rushed towards the gun pointing like lightning. Come the magician.

The magician subconsciously tilted his head to avoid the flying wine glass, and pulled the trigger with a pop.

But the shot obviously missed. When he stopped in his tracks, a black blade flashed and struck silently at his head.

At the same moment, Han Lang shattered the wine glass with a swing of his gun butt, and jumped forward.

A magician is also a warrior who crawls out of the dead. When danger strikes, his pupils constrict suddenly, he shoots horizontally subconsciously, lifts his foot and kicks out, and goes straight to the blurry figure.

Before he could kick something, there was a bang, sparks flickered, and a surge of force surged towards him, and he staggered back with a muffled groan.

Seeing that he couldn't shoot through the magician, Han Lang slammed the gun on his back amidst the sound coming from the second floor, jumped up while running, pressed his hand on the magician's shoulder, his body passed over his head, and stretched out his right hand. The knife on the back slashed at Huashan Mountain with one force, and the knife slashed towards the following figure with a whistling sound.

That guy made a silent cross-cutting, and with a bang, his jerky figure stopped immediately, holding his breath in his chest, and before Han Lang landed, he took half a step back and slashed at Han Lang's waist.

The magician took two steps back and felt that the gun in his hand had fallen apart. He was shocked, threw away the AS assault rifle, drew out the dagger, and walked around Han Lang towards the target.

Seeing that there was no way to dodge it, Han Lang shrank his head and hid himself. While twisting his body, the knife stood upright by his side, blocking the knife with a bang.

The toes landed on the ground, and at the same time as the magician circled around, his feet slammed down, advancing instead of retreating, the blade made a piercing friction sound, and rushed into the opponent's arms with one step, and the light of the blade was dragged up.

The guy's knife was blocked, his pupils shrank suddenly and his body retreated, preparing to gain momentum and go up again.

Unexpectedly, Han Lang snatched him with one step, and squeezed into his arms. He was so terrified that the knife was too late to withdraw, and he punched Han Lang's jaw with his left hand.

But he didn't know Han Lang's background, he didn't know that Han Lang was actually a descendant of ancient martial arts, and grabbing into the middle palace with a knife on his back was like stepping up to his elbow, facing the opponent's fist, protecting his head with his elbow, and rushing into the middle palace. Gong succeeded with one blow.

At the moment of his round of punches, Han Lang's knife suddenly flashed, throwing off his knife and stabbing obliquely, with a stab, the blade passed across his armpit, cut to the bone, and almost cut off his arm.

"Xie Te!" The guy screamed strangely, gave up the attack and retreated suddenly, trying to distance himself from Han Lang.

Just as he was retreating, the magician leaned forward, held the dagger upside down, and swiped it under his raised arm.

With a stabbing sound, a big gash was cut in the guy's ribs, and the severe pain came into his mind, and his backward body trembled.

Han Lang raised the blade, his feet were like wading through water, his knee pressed against the inner side of his right knee, and at the same time the elbow holding the blade raised, hitting his jaw with a bang.

There was a click, the family's upper and lower teeth collided, and there was a muffled groan. At the same time as the knife fell, there was a buzzing sound in his mind, his consciousness was lost, and his body went limp.

At the same time, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from the second floor.

　The next chapter is still going to be late, I'm really sorry, it's already ten o'clock

　　
　
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