global sniper

Chapter 257 Release the Bait
Han Lang didn't say the specific method of action. At present, Boris will not be involved in this way, and he will not reach out without certain certainty.

Han Lang called him just to confirm his attitude, an arms dealer, according to Brady, it is not appropriate to walk too close, they are too weak.

Han Lang didn't have time to investigate the dens one by one, and attack the strongholds one by one.

The other party's personnel outside are all brainwashed products of religious cults, and the fierce battle is exhausting, and they don't know the specific information.

If you want to find information, the only ones who wear masks are the core.

Information from home made him decide to do something big and bring the Desert Adder to the surface.

It was getting dark, and after Han Lang was replaced, he chewed his food and said: "Guys, this harvest is not small, just pick a few from Sapphire if you like, and the things have been sent away. There are 120 million people, already on your card, Octopus, check it out."

As he spoke, he threw the satellite phone over.

"Head, it's really great!" Matthew answered the phone and growled.

"I knew that my choice was right, and I was about to become a rich man." The vigilant magician whispered, clenched his fists and gestured.

In a short period of time, the two of them already had 160 million, not counting the daily commission, which even the elite mercenary group could not achieve.

Aunt and Gui Shao didn't ask, nor did they mention money.

The little girl never cared about this, she just sorted out the banknotes and put them away in rolls.

The mercenaries have the same habit of cleaning the battlefield. No one cares about the things of the dead, so the three of them still got a lot of things.

The night is getting deeper.

In the dark night, several pickup trucks approached the exit where Han Lang and the others left with their lights on. It took less than 5 minutes to determine the location and find the exit.

When they saw that the exit was an iron plate, everyone was excited. They pulled out the wire, connected it to the end of the wire, used the battery to bring the switch, and after changing the voltage, drove the motor below to slowly open the door.

Leaving the guard behind, a car quietly entered the ground, turned on the headlights, and headed underground towards the village.

The people in the car were a little nervous, but they couldn't hold back their desire for wealth. After seeing the monitoring facilities, they bravely continued to move forward.

When he saw the metal gate, the driver of the lead car swallowed his saliva and drove into the gate.

Seeing the corpse in the lights, the station stopped. Several people in the car looked at each other, got out of the car with their guns in their hands, and slowly approached the stinking corpse.

Here, the ventilation system is still working, and the stench is expelled underground, emerging from the generator room in the village, mixed with the smell of oil, and it is not easy to detect.

And the electricity comes from the underground battery, and it will be fine for another day or two.

Above, they are busy electing a new leader, there is no force to fight for, they have their own way, so it is relatively quiet, and no one has noticed the existence of the exhaust port, and no one has noticed the hidden air intake on the ceiling.

"This gun is very advanced!"

A person near the corpse carefully picked up a scar 17 and said, put his AK on his back, checked the gun with a clatter, and was ecstatic.

This gun is a good gun, and the camera looks like an advanced thing. If you replace the AK, it will be easier to find a job.

The others also picked up their guns unceremoniously, pulled out the magazines, and didn't even let go of the pistols and daggers.

As for how these people died, who killed them, and what it has to do with them.

They just received a mission to hunt for treasure, but they didn't expect that it would be a thing to be here first. The key point is that the facilities here are not old.

But here they come, they have to search anyway.

As all the vehicles entered the gate, in the beam of light, they split up and searched to both sides.

Soon they were disappointed, no treasure was found, but ammunition magazines were found.

"Take them all away, these can be sold for a lot of money, clean them up!" The leader waved and ordered with his face covered.

Han Lang is not close to this place, he may have been stared at by the desert adder's eyes, he has to do two things, one is to make the weapons they use appear reasonably, one is to see the reaction of the desert adder, staring at them If he had a family, all he had to do was drive away the wolf, muddy the water, and let the Desert Adder stand out.

This time, the interrogation with the magician also ended, and there will be no more interrogation.

Except for the one who spoke, everyone else was the same and didn't ask a single word.

This is actually a failure, but there is no way, they can't keep alive for a long time, and these peripheral people don't know much.

They are buried in the sand, and no one will know their existence.

These people were hired by Boris. Of course, Boris would not show up. He was led by a confidant and rushed to the coordinates given by Han Lang, with the purpose of pulling out the weapon.

At the same time, a team of mercenaries in the green zone rushed to the coordinates they got.

They received secret phone calls and saw photos.

Those treasures made them jealous, no matter whether the news was true or not, they decided to take a look, at least they would not lose anything if they checked it out.

They will arrive at the target before dawn, and the target is also where Han Lang and the others left, but the distance is a bit off.

These cannon fodder mercenaries searched very cleanly. Anything that was pulled down by Han Lang and the others would not be let go as long as it was valuable. They quickly cleaned it up and drove away from the underground into the darkness.

"Camp here, stay alert, I'll make a call."

Not long after walking out, the person in the lead ordered to stop, said a few words, got up and went into the darkness.

These mercenaries were thinking about their calculations, and their eyes glanced at the boxes on the carriages from time to time, their greed was not concealed at all.

But they are not together, they are all temporarily hired, so no one knows who is the employer's cronies and who is the employer's strength.

Although they are not elites, they still know about advanced firearms. These guns can definitely sell for some good money, especially those sighting equipment.Even if there is no shortage of spoils in their pockets, their greed still cannot be stopped.

Everyone thought about it, but still set up vigilance and wait for the employer to come back.

At this moment, several pickup trucks approached with their lights on, holding up binoculars to observe.

"Isn't the treasures referring to those boxes?" A figure whispered.

"How is it like a trap?" The person next to him responded.

Those people looked well equipped, heavy body armor, Kevlar helmets, night vision goggles, and guns for night battles. They were obviously not stragglers, they seemed to be escorting something.

At this moment, someone on guard saw this group of people, couldn't help being shocked, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Bah!
The sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the night, causing everyone on both sides to immediately enter a fighting state.

The moment the gunshots sounded on the alert side, more people saw the approaching enemies through the night vision goggles, and the gunshots sounded like popping beans.

They didn't have a command. When they saw the armed forces, they thought they were chasing them. After all, they just came out of the ground and took away so many things from them.

Amidst the rattling gunshots, the mercenaries who arrived later responded immediately.

"Kill them!"

The previously observed figure shouted loudly.

It was already too late to consider whether this was a trap, or whether it was a trap aimed at them. Being hit, not fighting back meant death, and they were less than 300 meters away. Who knows if they entered the encirclement.

Bah!
The man shot one by one, and killed a figure who was holding a gun and shooting. The muzzle of the gun went straight, and the moment he pulled the trigger again, surprise flashed in his heart, but he didn't have much time to think about it.

These people are weak, weak to a certain extent.

Tactical actions are also not standardized, it looks like a miscellaneous brand at first glance, without formal training,

But there will be no time to think about it. Amidst the sound of gunfire, the two sides have already become one.

Here are all veterans of many battles, charging forward with their guns in their arms, and rushing forward quickly with a bang.

Behind him, a sniper half-knelt there, raised his gun to lock on a pickup truck, and pulled the trigger the moment the pickup truck door slowly opened.

Bah!
With a clear gunshot, the guy who was half kneeling by the side of the car and trying to get in the car to escape had his head exploded, and the door of the car was sprayed with blood, and he collapsed.

The rushing team was divided into two columns, and the skirmishers advanced quickly, and from time to time there were long bursts of fire, and they advanced to a distance of [-] meters in a short time.

But there was no more gunshots ahead, and no one could be seen.

Behind them, two pickup trucks with heavy machine guns were useless. The battle was one-sided in a short time, and there was no movement after that.

The rushing mercenaries slowed down and slowly approached several pickup trucks at the moment the drone was lifted into the air.

The combat effectiveness of these people is really mediocre, and it doesn't match those guns at all. Not to mention the guns and guns are killing their lives, at least there is no pressure on the short-term exchange of fire.

He rushed forward without even getting injured.

How did they know that these people didn't know how to use new guns just after they got them? How could these cannon fodders have used such advanced guns?They couldn't even lock onto them, and the lens couldn't capture their figures. Even if the gun's sighting system could automatically correct the trajectory, it couldn't hit them.

The mercenary approached slowly, carefully staring at the target ahead.

"The target is dead."

The voice of the information soldier came from the headset.

The drone hovered over the target, but no living people were seen. There were not a single mercenary left in the short firefight.

"Search around!" The person who gave the order held the M4A1 and approached and gave the order.

It is not known who this group of people are, but since the fire has already been exchanged, they cannot stay behind.

Mercenaries don't know how to be reasonable, and it's impossible to be reasonable. A firefight means you die, and killing the opponent is the easiest way to deal with it.

What's more, if the opponent shoots first, there is no reason for them not to fight back. Whether it is a trap or not, they have to be cleaned up.

The mercenaries half-surrounded six pickup trucks, looked through several corpses, picked up the guns on the corpses, and someone said, "It's Scar 17."

As soon as he finished speaking, a person took it: "It's not a scar, it's a privately modified gun with no production mark and a slightly longer barrel."

"The sighting system is very advanced, and the night vision device is better than ours!"

Another voice followed.

"Their body armor is so good that it can stop assault rifle bullets."

The person who spoke first looked at the chest of the corpse and said.

There was no response from the man who gave the order, looked around, walked to the pickup in a few steps, untied the tied rope, opened a box, and his pupils shrank.

This box is all guns that look like Scar 17, and they all have a sighting system.

This is for escorting weapons.

"Clean the battlefield!" The man paused and ordered.

"Good head."

In the chaotic voice, everyone quickly cleaned the battlefield, including those people's backpacks, and even the undamaged bulletproof vests.

During the cleaning, the boxes were opened one by one, the things stuffed in the truck were pulled out, and the backpacks of those people were also opened to find their information.

"How do you know where these people just ransacked?" A guy said while flipping through his backpack.

"Take it away first, the body is burned, evacuate here!" The person who ordered it also saw it, but there would be no time to think about it.

"Head, we can't eat these guns, we don't need so many." The figure who spoke to the man who ordered before picked up an M14 and said.

"Leave first."

The person who gave the order didn't know, there were only more than 20 of them, and there was enough to arm a platoon here, so of course they couldn't use it.

Following his orders, the corpses piled up quickly, and then the flames rose, but the pickups were all driven away, returned to join the convoy parked there, and disappeared into the darkness before dawn.

　Two more today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)