global sniper

Chapter 30
"clear."

The little girl over there hesitated, stood up, and paused for a few seconds before replying.

After replying, he quickly packed his things and drove straight to Han Lang's location.

Seeing the car approaching with its lights in black, the aunt was not surprised.

Night vision gear is nothing new, nothing new.

But when the little girl got out of the car and walked up to Han Lang with a bag, he still let out a sigh of relief.

Not many people can keep calm for so long under the sniper's lock with murderous intent, without panic, and he was also terrified, but he was very calm.

"Then." The aunt retracted her gaze and said, "Let's get to know each other again, my name is aunt, can I continue?"

"Go on." Han Lang didn't introduce himself, let alone the little girl, and while handing the bag in his hand to the little girl, he said: "Hurry up, we are going to leave."

"Also..." Aunt hesitated for a moment, and said, "I want to keep my pistol. Can I choose an assault rifle?"

"Choose it later." Han Lang confirmed that he would take his aunt along with him, and of course he wouldn't let him bring a weapon.

"Thank you." The aunt was very polite, bent down and continued to dig the hole, moving quickly.

Han Lang has nothing to check, and now he will have time to recall the feeling of shooting just now.

The M14 gave him a really good feeling. It was a sniper rifle, but it shot bursts like an assault rifle. The problem was, it was still so accurate.

Although this is related to the shooting level, the gun is also very important.

To put it bluntly, Han Lang felt that the gun was the same as his own arm, and his brain ordered him to shoot wherever he pointed.To be precise, it is a part of the body.

The trigger was pulled twice in a row just now, one time killing the drivers of four vehicles.

Just checked, the four drivers' feet were in the co-pilot, one hand was pressing the accelerator, the other hand was steering, and the bullets basically passed through the car door, passed through the chest cavity from the back of the neck or directly smashed the head, and hit accurately.

Due to the angles of the four cars, he could only see a small part of the doors, but he didn't hit a single shot.

The armor-piercing ammunition of this gun is very powerful, and there is no setback at all.

It seems to be sparing...

Han Lang regretted switching to armor-piercing bullets.

Ordinary pickups can penetrate like ordinary sniper bullets, so there is no need to waste expensive armor-piercing bullets.

Another time, it was two running guys, with a gap of a few tenths of a second before and after, hitting their thighs one after another, which has never happened before.

When this gun shoots, the vibration is very small, and the recoil is also very slight, which also makes the accuracy of continuous shooting higher, so that continuous sniping can be achieved.

The shooting experience he had never had before made Han Lang wonder if his marksmanship had improved significantly recently, but he only thought about it, and the judgment was due to the gun.

The little girl squatted there without looking at the busy aunt. From the things Han Lang collected, she sorted out the cash one by one, rolled them into rolls, tied them carefully with string, and put the rolls into the special box for holding belongings. in the bag.

Those personal items, such as necklaces, hang tags, etc., took a closer look before wrapping them in extra towels and stuffing them into the backpack.

The aunt moved very quickly, and completed the action of burying the team members in less than 10 minutes.

At this moment, Han Lang was already standing there waiting.

The aunt patted the soil on her body, closed the folding multi-purpose engineering shovel, stood on the edge of the roughly balanced grave, silently took out a cigarette and lit it, silently inserted it into the sand, three consecutive sticks, and then said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Brothers, go slowly, wait for me, when the time comes, we will re-form Skyfire and burn through hell..."

Han Lang watched silently, the little girl was wearing a night vision goggle, leaning against Han Lang, also silent.

After the aunt finished speaking, she turned around quickly, found her pistol at the back of their car, blew the dust and put it away, picked up the backpack in the truck and went straight to the truck next to Han Lang, picked up an assault rifle and checked it. , picked up another one.

Four in a row, and finally chose the second one. He quickly threw the magazines in the bag into the vehicle body, pulled a dozen magazines into the bag, picked up the box of bullets, and looked at the piles of bullets in the vehicle body. Gun, turned around and came to Han Lang's side, and said, "I packed it up."

"Take the co-pilot." Han Lang nodded and handed him a set of headsets.

"Okay." The aunt was very straightforward, put on the headset quickly, turned to look at the pickup that threw the gun, and said, "Are those going to be burned? Don't you take them away?"

"I kept two and brought some bullets, so I don't need that many." Han Lang said, holding the little girl's shoulder, and was about to open the door of the back seat.

"Too prodigal." The aunt looked away regretfully and said: "These guns are very easy to sell here, about six or seven hundred, the bullets are worthless, and the knives can be sold for dozens of dollars. Why don't you hold them all, and you can still be used as them. Toll."

Han Lang paused to open the door, thought for a while, and felt that what the aunt said made sense.

These guns are much better than AK, common here, and the popularity rate is not worse than AK.Before, he wanted to leave in a hurry, and it was useless to bring too many guns, but it would be no delay if he brought them now. As for whether it can be used as tolls, he thinks it is hard currency, which is better than money.

"Then take it with you." Han Lang let go of the little girl and said, "All pretend to be fighting."

"Okay." The aunt put down her backpack and bullet box, agreed and went straight to the gun.

Han Lang also went to help, and the two of them were out of luck in a short time.

There are a total of 21 M16s, six AKs, and more than 20 pistols. The calibers are the same, but they are just miscellaneous. There are no good guns.

After tidying up, tied up the body of the car with a cloth cover, pushed Big Mom and the others over, lit the car, and prepared to leave.

Han Lang turned his head amidst the flames soaring into the sky, saw the little girl about to get into the passenger seat, and hurriedly shouted: "Sapphire, go to the back seat."

The little girl held the door of the car, turned her head to look at Han Lang who was coming, and seemed very reluctant.

But after persisting for a few seconds, he let go, opened the back door and sat in.

How could Han Lang let a stranger sit behind him?In case this guy has any ideas, even if he is only 1.7 meters 1.7, [-] meters [-], he is not considered burly, but if he does something behind him, he may not even have a chance to resist.

Sitting next to him, he can still pay attention.As for observation, he should be more authentic than the little girl.After all, he was a mercenary, and he was also the head of the regiment.

"Auntie, why did you become a mercenary?" Han Lang asked after the car started.

"It's nothing." The aunt couldn't see the road ahead, but she still stared at the dark night, and said, "I have been a soldier for six years. A way to communicate with people, I heard that this place is good for making money, so I came here, but after just two days of working, the boss’s family was shot to death, I was lucky enough to escape, I killed those bastards who broke into the restaurant, just like this Soldiers."

Han Lang listened silently.

He understood what the aunt said, and he also saw a familiar smell in the aunt.This is one of the reasons why he didn't think about killing him.

As for aunt's distress, he also has it.

After three months of demobilization, he suffered extremely.

Apart from fighting, he knows nothing. It is difficult to change the thinking of a soldier. He speaks very hard, cannot turn corners, cannot be reserved, and walks well. There are indeed certain obstacles in communicating with society.The point is really nothing.

If the platoon leader who was also demobilized hadn't approached him and told him to find all the original squad members before taking the gun, he would probably be at a loss as to how to survive in the new environment.

"When you go to the hotel, it's..."

Han Lang was a little curious.

"It's doing odd jobs, or studying." The aunt said leisurely: "The boss is ours. In terms of seniority, I call him Uncle. He is three years older than me. He is here to do odd jobs. He is ready to open a restaurant when he is familiar with it."

"How long have you been working as a mercenary?" Han Lang asked with a dark sigh.

"It's been more than two years..." Aunt was a little sad.

I am a group of demobilized people...

Han Lang's thought flashed, and he didn't ask any more questions.

A general understanding is enough, and I will not be a stranger in the future.

As a mercenary, it's okay if you don't know it in the country, but if you know it, this is an extremely dangerous person.

Even if there is no legal conviction, if you kill more people, your mentality will change, especially if you kill people with money, it is a ticking time bomb in society.

Not to mention ignoring life, it is not much better.

Chat interrupted.

Han Lang didn't want to continue asking, and didn't want to get to know him too deeply.

Han Lang wouldn't even believe his reason for becoming a mercenary.

There was silence in the car.

After [-] minutes, the aunt broke the silence and said, "Why don't you turn on the lights? It's hard to replenish the battery here, and it's not easy to repair the equipment if it's damaged. If you work for a long time, the life of such a good night vision device will be shortened."

After finishing speaking, he added a sentence: "Of course, if you are a local tyrant, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Han Lang turned his head and glanced at him, turned off the night vision goggles, and turned on the car lights.

The little girl also turned off the night vision device, looked at the two people in front of her, and looked out of the windshield from between the two backrests.

Auntie was right. Before, he had to move quietly to avoid trouble. Now, he was going to take revenge, at least to find clues. The night vision device was very important.Even if there is a spare, I'm afraid it will be used by this aunt during the battle. The battery is nearly half used up, and I can't afford to waste it.

In the car, there was silence again.

Han Lang didn't want to talk, and Aunt was not interested in chatting either.

The brothers had just fallen into a long sleep, and it was already free and easy to turn around and leave without hesitation. It would be nonsense to not be sad.

With the reflection of the headlights, in the cold peripheral vision, the aunt's appearance is not bad, her face lacks the fortitude of a soldier's knife, and it is a little greasy. It seems that life is not bad.

But it can be seen that he doesn't have that kind of heart-piercing pain, he looks dull, but he can't see the anger.

The scheming is deep enough or I have experienced too many scenes like this...

Han Lang judged silently.

At this time, the car had bypassed the small village that had not been entered before, and was driving on the road.

It is expected that they will turn north when they arrive near Mascus, where Hanlang and the others left. They will basically follow the way they came, and walk more than half before turning and going straight to Halep.

The little girl looked at it for a while, as if she didn't think she was looking far enough, she turned around and picked up the rangefinder beside her, and looked forward through the gap between the two backrests.

The aunt turned her head and glanced, suspicion flashed in her eyes, she turned her head and said nothing.

This is advanced equipment. He didn't see Han Lang's gun, but he could see his night vision goggles, and he also used a headset. When he saw the rangefinder, it seemed to be a low-light rangefinder. He wouldn't be surprised, but I don't understand how this compatriot, a local girl, who seems to be young, at most ten, probably not twenty, came together.

And that girl is still the sniper who locked herself in. What are these two people doing?

He silently analyzed, but he would not have any extra thoughts, revenge is a must, this is his only task after surviving.

And these two people will be his help.

(End of this chapter)