global sniper

Chapter 275
The thing that fell to the ground was a frying pan, the kind of restaurant frying pan with two iron ears.

I don't know whether it was the relationship between falling on the ground or hitting the person's head. At this time, it has cracked, and it will still shake tremblingly on the ground.

And the other thing that fell behind was a very big kitchen knife, not the big kitchen knife with the same panel as Linglingfa, but the authentic kitchen knife of Chef Huaxia, the big and heavy one.

The sudden obstruction caused the figures running across most of the street to pause, bowed their waists and rushed to the muzzle of the gun before lifting them up.

They must rush into the portal as soon as possible, otherwise they will be shot to death.

And the last one dragging his companions had already run across the center of the street.

Han Lang saw a Huaxia face when the knife flew out, and the face of the figure holding the sniper grenade and turning the muzzle of the gun was frozen.

Chinese!
He saw those angry eyes, which he knew all too well.

The moment he saw the man's face, Han Lang shrank his pupils, lowered the muzzle of his gun without hesitation, and shot two shots in a row.

Here is a distance of 800 meters, and his VSK can easily reach the target.

That man is from Huaxia, and he has the shadow of a Chinese soldier. As a Huaxia person, he will not sit idly by.

"It's Chinese!"

Gui Shao let out a low cry at the same time as Han Lang's gun fired, and was about to copy the gun.

The aunt also saw the other person's face, reached out, grabbed Gui Shao's gun, stared at the binoculars and said nothing.

Young Master Gui suddenly realized that his actions were inappropriate, Han Lang didn't say anything and he couldn't shoot.Moreover, it is a bit difficult for his Scar 17 to hit the target at such a distance, at least for him. This is already the distance of a sniper, and he is not a sniper. Hard to hit the target.

The most important thing is the gunshot. Once he shoots, he will be exposed here.

Gui Shao took a deep breath and exhaled it. He didn't snatch the gun, even if the other party was a compatriot, he would be helpless.

As for rushing, don't even think about it, it is undoubtedly uncomfortable to enter the city that is already in chaos, and there is no time at all.

Almost at the same time, the two guys who rushed to the door had already raised their guns, and Han Lang's bullets just flew in, and with two puffs, the heads of the two guys exploded, and with one blow, their heads were completely gone.

Even if the kinetic energy of a subsonic bullet is not as good as that of a supersonic bullet, it is a huge 12.7-caliber bullet after all, hitting the head is like hitting a watermelon with a heavy hammer, and it disappears with a bang.

At the same time as the two of them were shot, the muzzle of the figure in the door also turned around. There was a bang, followed by a loud bang. The headless corpse at the head exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the flames, and debris flew around.

Exploding, blocking the route into the portal, made the one behind pull the trigger and try to force a breakthrough.

The figure inside bent down, grabbing the guy who had been stabbed in the neck with a western-style kitchen knife as a throwing knife in the bullet rain. He rolled to avoid the door, and dodged aside in the shock wave.

With the sound of buzzing in his ears, he tore off the scar 17 from the man's hand, and without hesitation, scatter with one hand, blocking the door.

While he was shooting, a figure rushed into the door with the shock wave, but it didn't run in, but staggered in, the key point was that it had no head.

A scattered shot hit the headless corpse, and the man froze for a moment, then quickly pulled out the clip on the corpse's tactical vest with one hand, and locked the gun on the door.

Of course he knew that this was a sniper support, and the marksmanship was accurate, and he shot to the head with one shot.

But he didn't hear the gunshot, and knew it was a heavy sniper, but unless he couldn't hear the gunshot at a distance of 2000 meters, he could still hear it at close range.

How did he know that the huge PBS silencer of the silent hammer VKS, let alone a kilometer, can't be heard even at the edge of the city, don't look at it is only two to 300 meters away.

If the surroundings were noisy, gunshots would not be heard tens of meters away.

Armed with weapons and ammunition, he stood up abruptly, rushed to the door with one step, shot a long burst with the probe, and caught a figure who was rushing, and quickly retracted his head amidst the rain of bullets.

Han Lang didn't care about talking, and entered the silent world again, with only the reticle line and the target in his sight, and he fired rapidly, guns and guns killing him.

In the last shot, the guy dragging his companions was about to avoid the door and move to the side. With a pop, his head disappeared and his body rolled to the ground.

The person in the room probed his head, the muzzle of the gun flashed but he didn't find the target, the moment he leaned out again, he looked in the direction of Han Lang, but he didn't know where Han Lang was.

Han Lang clicked on the magazine, didn't have time to pay attention to Matthew and Jason who were staring at the terminal, and locked the man at the door with his gun.

The man took a look, turned his head back a few steps, ran to the two figures, and half-kneeled to check.

But apart from getting blood on both hands, he was powerless to save anyone.

The two were around forty, a man and a woman, but one was shot in the forehead and the other in the chest, and they were already out of breath.

"Fuck!"

The man slammed his fist heavily on the ground, his anger rising but there was nowhere to vent his anger.

He regretted it now, regretted not getting two guns for self-defense.

If there is a gun, how can the other party rush in and shoot and kill?
But it would be too late to say anything. It would be useless for him to regret not listening to the boss and not touching the gun.

He took a deep breath, his eyes were bloodshot, and he slowly turned his head to look at the door.

Sweeping across the messy room, he landed on several corpses at the door, stood up abruptly, rushed to the door with a few steps, and kicked them out.

Bang!
A headless corpse soared into the air and slammed into the door, making a thud and falling down.

His chest heaved violently, but there was really nowhere to vent his anger.

After looking at the figures who were running close to the two sides of the street holding guns at a distance of less than 300 meters, he took another deep breath and let it out suddenly.

They were local armed forces. He was the chef here, and he had to kill people. He believed that these people would not do anything to him.

Han Lang watched silently, and the others also watched silently, looking at the iron tower inside the door from the direction of those running figures.

This person is more than 1.8 meters tall, with big arms and round waist, but anger and sadness can be seen in his eyes.

Everyone is an old bird, and they all know that this is a disaster for the fish in the pond. I am afraid that the companion of the person in the store has been killed.

The little girl also stared at the sniper scope, looked at the man, looked at the corpse at the door, there was no report of the danger being released, perhaps, she didn't see any figure that made her feel dangerous.

The man was now inside the door, quietly watching the figure that was getting closer.

At the same time, the smoke of the car blocking the road on both sides of the street has begun to fade, but it is still unclear, at least not far away.

The shooting has stopped, and they have not received the notification of the specific location of the enemy. They all hold their guns and wait nervously in the smoke, waiting for the arrival of the enemy and the arrival of orders.

Just then, an accident happened.

When the approaching armed forces were about a hundred meters away, the leader, the two on the left and the right raised their guns and pulled the trigger on the man inside the door.

Da da……

Gunshots rang out intensively, and bullets rained down on the portal in an instant.

The moment the man raised the muzzle of the gun, he felt murderous intent. He was shocked, and before the gun muzzle burst into flames, he rushed to the side.

During the movement of the body, the bullet whizzed and flew, and debris flew around the portal it hit.

The man's eyes flashed sharply, he reached out his hand in the rain of bullets, dragged the body of the man holding the sniper grenade, quickly took off the backpack, took off the tactical vest, and without hesitation, he put on the tactical vest and the body armor. Go on, open the backpack for a little inspection, before it was too late to check carefully, he saw that there were magazines and drums, swung his back, and threw himself on the side of the previous corpse. Lian put it on his back, took off his helmet and put it on, ran to the boss's body in a few steps, picked up the scar, picked up the magazine clip on the ground, probed, followed the figure he could see and pulled the trigger.

He didn't think about the consequences anymore, he knew that if he didn't fight back, he would die.

There was a sudden rattling gunshot, and those running figures threw themselves down several times in a row, and the people behind leaned against the wall with their guns pointed at the door and pulled the trigger.

Han Lang has been paying attention, and now he knows that this person has no way to explain, but he also knows that even if he doesn't shoot, he probably won't have a chance to explain.

Here, foreigners don't have any privileges. It's fine if they don't bully you. Tribal armed forces don't have so many restrictions. It's a trivial matter to kill you directly.

The moment the man fired, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

In the sound of puffing, the heads of the tribal armed forces he could see exploded, and the bodies fell to the ground in a flash, and the heads disappeared.

The moment the person inside the door probed again, he happened to see several headless corpses falling down.

He glanced at Han Lang's direction, and followed the probe to grab the corpse he smashed to death with a pot, and grabbed the body by the door, took off a grenade, threw it out of the room, and quickly flipped through the door. Looking for it, he took out the ammunition and stuffed it into his backpack, but took out the drums of the two sniper grenades, hanging on the left and right sides of the backpack.

In the sound of the explosion, he quickly pulled the grenades together, put them into a small portable bag, and also hung them on the side of the backpack, picked up two scars and placed them on the backpack, turned around and ran inside.

He knew he had to go.

But his identity information must be taken away, and his passport cannot be left behind.

The grenade flew six to seventy meters and exploded in the heads of the armed forces, causing the armed forces that had stopped advancing to shrink their heads to dodge, giving this man enough time.

He took away everything he was going to take away. The man was carrying a sniper grenade, a full backpack, and two scars 17 across his back. Still approaching with a cat waist, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

da da... da da...

In the rhythmic gunshots, blood spattered from those armed forces who were immediately beaten.

Han Lang couldn't see the armed men on this side of the side street, so the guns locked on the portal couldn't help.

This man's marksmanship is not bad, one by one long bursts, there is no area to avoid on the opposite side, a shuttle of bullets has been missed, and while changing the magazine, there is no one in front of him.

The man dropped the empty magazine, and the man had already rushed out of the door. After a quick glance, he confirmed that the two sides could not get close, and ran towards the opposite side without hesitation.

Passing by the kitchen knife, he bent down to fish it out, picked up the kitchen knife and stuffed it between the tactical vest and the body armor.

Pick up a broken kitchen knife...

Except for the little girl, everyone muttered to themselves, I don't know why this man is so rich, carrying several guns, especially the sniper grenade, which weighs 25 kilograms, and two 15-round drums are fixed on the On both sides of the backpack, there is a bulging one, which looks like a small portable bag full of grenades. Although it is not a waste, it is heavy, and it is still picking up a kitchen knife...

"No shooting without an order."

Han Lang stared at the sniper mirror and said: "Octopus monitors the audience and finds out the evacuation route. Aunt, Gui Shao, and Kuaishou are ready to rush forward, and Sapphire is waiting for the order to snipe support."

"Yes!"

When the battle order was issued, everyone's momentum changed immediately, and they accepted the order with a low growl.Even if you don't know why you need to rescue, an order is an order.

"clear."

Sapphire flicked the throat mic to respond, and followed the muzzle to lock on to the end of the side street where the man was running.

At this time, the tribal armed forces had received the order, and most people rushed to the street where the fighting took place. The road was still blocked, but most of the pickup trucks started to rush forward.

"The route has been planned, how to convey it to the other party?"

Octopus said doubtfully.

Han Lang looked down at the terminal, quickly memorized the route in his mind, raised his head to lock on to the intersection of the street that the person was about to run to, and fired a puff at the moment the person appeared.

The head of a guy with a machine gun disappeared suddenly, and a cloud of blood exploded, which surprised everyone around him, and they all took cover, looking for the target with their guns.

The man stood out from the street, and first looked around. When he saw a figure holding a gun suddenly disappear, he didn't even hesitate, the figure flashed, and rushed towards the intersection close to the street.

Han Lang was still in that shooting state, and once again entered the silent world, he shot his head with a gun.

Straight-pull reloading is much faster than rotary reloading, and it also makes Han Lang's rate of fire much faster.
Han Lang was like a robot at this time, pulling the bolt to eject the shell, loading it, firing it, and pulling it again.

The puff sound is just like acting, and the guns are inseparable from the head and torso.

Matthew and Kuaishou stared at the terminal, and even started counting for Han Lang, as if to see which shot Han Lang made a mistake.

They are all veterans, of course they know what level this is. Is this the perfect shot that only a super sniper can achieve, or is it done quickly by the VKS within a near-limit distance, locked to firing, more than a second, too. Fast, too accurate.

The man knew that someone was helping him, but he didn't know who was helping him, but without delaying his judgment, following the man's bullet was the only chance to protrude, at least the only chance to protrude smoothly.

The man emptied a magazine in Hanlang, and in the time it took to change the magazine, he was less than a hundred meters away from the intersection.

While running, his gun was hanging by his side, and he reached out to pull down the small carrying bag. He took a grenade, threw it with all his strength while running, and followed by another one.

As the galloping grenades flew towards the intersection one by one, and flew to both sides of the intersection, the distance was not equal to 50 meters, the explosions sounded one after another, and the fire flickered, and the stone intersection immediately became chaotic. The tribal armed forces attacked by the bullets from nowhere were immediately hit by fragments and steel balls.

Human-shaped grenades...

Except for Han Lang and Sapphire, everyone who saw this scene widened their eyes.

Han Lang's sniper level has already shocked Matthew and Kuaishou. This human-shaped grenadier that throws bombs quickly and is still so far away surprised them even more. With so many guns on its back, it is still running fast and can continuously drop bombs. Isn't there nothing that can stop it?

A grenade is guaranteed to rush to the position, even if there is no concept of position in modern warfare, this performance is still amazing.

The man threw more than a dozen grenades in a row, half of the small bag was gone, and he approached the intersection.

Han Lang will not be able to snipe support at this time, the smoke is billowing there, and he cannot lock on at all.

But he still stared at that position, quietly waiting for the man to rush to the intersection.

The man stuffed his small portable bag into his chest bag as he was running, picked up the drooping scar 17, rushed into the smoke at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, shot a few long bursts, rushed past, did not even pause, and breathed Just across the street.

Leaving this intersection, there is no longer a large number of intercepting forces, and the few people blocking the road are not enough for Han Lang to call names.

　The end of the two four thousand chapters

　　
　
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