global sniper

Chapter 305 Chapter Thirty-Five
Back, Han Lang took the little girl with him.

Along with graffiti.

Tuya really wanted to go back and have a look, but he didn't know what happened to Brother Sun's funeral.

There will be money here, and he wants to go back even more.

Aunt and Ghost had no intention of going back. On the third day after the stitches were removed, the wound was carefully treated and it was confirmed that there was no infection. Arranged personally, he left the country quietly and made a detour to Gaul.

Han Lang and the little girl were in a group, while Tu Ya pretended to get on the plane alone and rushed to the border of Burma.

Three people on one plane, but they don't make eye contact at all.

Han Lang's face has a European complexion, like a mixed race.

The little girl has black hair, wheat-colored skin, and colored contact lenses with black pupils. She looks of the same mixed race.

The little girl was very quiet, except for looking out the window, her eyes did not move.

Until the plane landed, Han Lang didn't notice the staring eyes. He got off the plane and walked out of the airport about 30 meters away from the graffiti.

Han Lang turned on the machine while walking, ready to go straight to the customs.

As soon as he turned it on, the phone vibrated.

so on time...

Han Lang was carrying a [-]-liter travel backpack on his shoulders, with one hand vaguely protecting the little girl's back, and directly connected.

As soon as the phone was connected, Lao Luo's voice rang.

"Xiaoying, don't go through customs."

"Then how should I go?"

Han Lang didn't ask why.

"Exit the airport, take the license plate..."

Lao Luo explained the means of transportation and code words in detail.

No access to Brady...

Han Lang didn't know whether Brady's channel was not easy to use or to avoid trouble, but he didn't have any idea, so he hung up the phone and turned on the throat mic to tap indistinctly.

The little girl didn't turn her head to look at Han Lang, she just walked on by herself,

Tuya didn't respond either, but quickened his pace, caught up with Han Lang at the exit, walked behind Han Lang, and kept up with Han Lang with a person separated.

Once out of the lobby, an ordinary commercial vehicle came into view.

"Sir, where are you going?"

The driver leaned against the window and asked in Common Tongue.

"Go to Xihe."

Han Lang responded calmly.

"Xihe is a good place, but it's not close, 500 yuan."

The driver said casually.

"it is good."

Han Lang opened the car door after the man said word for word, and let the little girl sit in the back seat, followed by Doodle.

Han Lang hugged his backpack and got into the passenger driver, the car started straight away without any pause.

After leaving the airport, the driver said: "Change the motorcycle ahead and enter directly."

"it is good."

Han Lang didn't ask much.

While the vehicle was galloping, Han Lang noticed a Pajero in front, and two Dongfeng cars behind were like tails.

But after driving for an hour, the three cars still maintained their original speed, neither overtaking nor widening the distance.

Seeing that the driver has been following the Pajero at a steady speed, Han Lang knew that he was with him.

If he is intercepted, he has no weapons, which is very troublesome. In his bag, there is only a dagger on a stone pillar, or a short sword.

The little girl was carrying a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, which was a small dagger captured in an attack in the West Country.

Doodle the same knife.

These are troublesome for pistols.

There is even an escort...

Han Lang nodded secretly.

One is to avoid possible eyes at the customs, and the other is to ensure safety.

Sure enough, as the border approached, the Pajero turned onto the dirt road.

Dongfeng behind him also followed off the road.

The driver, without any abnormal reaction, drove steadily and drove into this small village on the border.

Passing through the village, about two kilometers away from the village, three motorcycles were parked under the shade of trees.

"That's it, someone will pick you up over there."

The driver still didn't talk nonsense, and he didn't even mention the password or the means of transportation.

Han Lang also didn't ask.

These people are their own people, but it is not possible to know his identity.

The three motorcycles were also silent, Han Lang took the first one, Sapphire was the second, and the graffiti was the last. The three people on the motorcycle started without saying a word. .

When a warrior appeared in sight, the motorcycle drove straight away.

It's cold and happy when it's near.

The person who picked him up turned out to be an instructor.

After the three of Han Lang got off the car and the motorcycle fell away, the instructor stepped forward and hammered Han Lang on the shoulder, without looking at the sapphire and the graffiti, and said, "Are you going home first or..."

Han Lang turned his head to look at the graffiti, then turned around and asked, "Do you have an extra phone?"

"Have."

The instructor said and held out his hand.

Then a mobile phone was handed out from the car window.

"Send him to the nearest airport or high-speed rail."

Han Lang said, handing the phone to Tuya, and said, "Five days."

"it is good."

Tuya nodded and took the phone.

The instructors were wearing casual clothes, and they didn't have a particularly strong military smell on them. It was impossible to tell who this person was with graffiti.

Besides, warriors are not military cards.

"Let's go."

The instructor pointed back.

Han Lang and the others followed him into the woods, only then saw there were two Range Rover.

Tuya didn't say a word, just got into the designated car and left first.

"This is your soldier?"

The instructor looked at the back of the car and asked.

"Yes, I picked it up."

Han Wasted said something casually without elaborating.

The instructor didn't ask any more questions, and said, "Whether you want to go home or where, I'm only responsible for picking you up and sending you to the airport. Tell me where you're going, so you can choose the plane or the high-speed rail."

The instructor didn't seem to know what he brought back, Han Lang felt that the instructor was just here to pick him up, and the three cars were all in casual clothes.

"I'll take her home first."

Han Lang didn't say anything else.

"Okay, let's go to the airport."

The instructor said and got into his car.

The return trip turned out to be a ride.No, it should be called a downwind plane.

The cabin was full of soldiers with live ammunition, all of them holding their own guns with paint on their faces, sitting quietly without looking at the three of Han Lang.

The little girl was very curious. She looked at each face, and then took a closer look at the [-] assault rifles they were holding, their helmets, and even their shoes.

It seems that, in comparison, there is no difference with her equipment.

Those soldiers did not squint, and sat upright.

Han Lang is more used to it. When he was in the army, it was common to take a downwind plane, but he didn't know whether he was escorting them this time or really a downwind plane.

Escort, it seems unnecessary, because it is a military airport, and the planes are also used by military planes. In China, let alone military planes, armed hijackings are not seen even on the roads. China is not as chaotic as in the west.

The instructor didn't say much all the way. When they arrived in Songjiang, they changed to a military vehicle and drove all the way. It was getting dark, and they rushed to the mountain village.

"Han Lang, I'll be waiting for you at the campsite, I have to leave and make a phone call."

The instructor put down Han Lang at the entrance of the village and said.

"Good instructor."

Han Lang stood up politely, without saluting.

Watching the instructor leave, Han Lang smiled and said, "Sapphire, let's go home."

The little girl smiled and nodded heavily.

At home, it is already approaching late autumn, and the night has not yet fallen, and you can still see the colorful mountains and forests. In half a month at most, there will not be many leaves in the mountains and forests. The severe cold will come within a month.

The little girl obviously likes the air here, as she walks, she occasionally raises her face and takes a deep breath, feeling intoxicated.

It's no wonder, not to mention desert areas, even cities can't smell such fresh air, taking a deep breath, the feeling of lungs opening.

"Brother Wolf is back!"

As soon as he entered the village, Shanzi saw Han Lang and shouted from afar.

At this time, Han Lang had already removed his makeup, and he and Sapphire restored their natural faces.

"Sapphire is back too!"

Shanzi came running and said happily, "Let me help you with your backpack, Brother Wolf."

The little girl smiled, nodded and looked at Shanzi. .
Apparently, she was happy too.

"No need for Shanzi, it won't sink."

Han Lang smiled and stretched out his hand to block it.

Shanzi saw that the sapphire was only in a small package, so he gave up helping, turned his head and ran while saying, "Then I'll go tell grandpa."

"Go."

Han Lang shouted: "Slow down."

Shan Zi didn't even respond, and ran away without a trace.

"My daughter is back!"

The second aunt saw Han Lang and the two from a long distance away, came out of the courtyard a few steps, and grabbed the little girl with a smile.

The little girl was smiling all over her face, and she grabbed Second Aunt's arm and looked at Second Aunt with big eyes.

"Girl, you are lucky, the frozen mushrooms just picked in this mountain are stubble."

The second aunt smiled and pulled the little girl up and left without even looking at Han Lang. It seemed that the little girl was the main character.

Han Lang followed with a smile and didn't care.

As the second aunt came out, there were more and more people. Seeing that it was Han Lang and Sapphire who had returned, they all returned home to take out food, and surrounded the two of them and went straight to Han Lang's house.

Before reaching the house, Han Lang's mother was waiting outside, saw the little girl, stepped forward to hug her, and said with a smile: "My daughter is back."

The little girl smiled from ear to ear, holding the second aunt's arm in one hand, and Han Lang's mother in the other, but she couldn't speak, and had no other way to express her emotions except laughing.

"The little wolf is back."

Grandpa stood in the yard, his face covered with wrinkles.

"grandfather."

Han Lang walked into the courtyard with a smile.

"Little wolf, how long will you stay here this time?"

Father stood beside Grandpa and asked.

"dad."

Han Lang supported his grandfather, said with a smile, "It's estimated to be five days, and he will leave soon."

"Just five days..."

Grandpa was a little disappointed.

My father also seemed to think it was too little.

"How's the sword practice going?" Grandpa asked.

"In a while, Grandpa, let me show you something first."

Han Lang helped his grandfather towards the door.

Mother, Second Aunt and the others surrounded the little girl talking and laughing. Although the little girl didn't speak, it didn't delay their talking, but the Han family who came with them started to get busy, setting up pots and stoves, and putting down food.

There will be no dinner tonight. Tomorrow will be a festive scene.

Han Lang's father didn't follow, he was busy in the courtyard directing.

Han Lang closed the door, helped his grandfather to sit down, put down his backpack and took out the scepter and dagger, unwrapped the cloth and put them on the table.

Grandpa glanced at it, then moved his eyes away from the exquisite and luxurious scepter, looked at the dagger, reached out to pick it up, pulled it out, looked at it and put it down, not understanding what the grandson meant by letting him look at these two things.

In his eyes, the scepter is just a tool, and the dagger like a short sword is nothing new, at least he can't see anything.

Han Lang didn't speak, he untied the metal ball in his armpit and held it in his hand.

"This is……"

There was a gleam in Grandpa's eyes, and the old man disappeared. He stared at the metal ball, then looked at Han Lang, and asked puzzledly.

Han Lang handed the metal ball to his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I got this more than ten days ago, and I got it abroad, not far from Babylon, in a cave in the desert."

"Exactly the same..."

As a result of his doubts, Grandpa observed carefully and said, "Send it down to see if it's the same."

"grandfather."

Han Lang hurriedly stopped and said: "I have to hand this back when I bring it back. I can't take the last one off, and if I can't take this one off again..."

Grandpa looked up at Han Lang, his eyes flashed brightly.

He understood what his grandson meant.

This thing obviously did not belong to the Han family. As I said last time, the metal rod was obtained in an ancient underground cave, but the metal ball was in the hands of a person. As I just said today, it was also obtained in the cave.

If the stone that looks like a warhead close to it can no longer be taken down, it must not be handed over together. Except for the metal ball and metal rod later, the remaining metal ball and the stone like a warhead, but how much has the Han family passed down? He really didn't think about handing in the things that he replaced.

It's something from the Han family, and he won't consider giving it away.

At least this will not be considered.

Han Lang didn't dare to try the three things, worried that if something went wrong and he couldn't take it off, it would be troublesome.

Lao Luo had already made up his mind that he would take over in person, but he didn't tell him whether he would take over as soon as he entered the country or send him where to go, so Han Lang went home.

Grandpa handed back the metal ball, picked up the pipe and said, "Little wolf, put it away, it's obviously not from the Han family, maybe it has something to do with the Han family's handed down, but this won't belong to the Han family, you put it away alright."

"Good grandpa."

Han Lang put away the scepter, lit the cigarette pouch for Grandpa, took out the satellite phone and dialed.

"I'm home." Han Lang didn't say much, and said directly: "I'm at home now."

"I know, send it to the entrance of the village, I'll be there in five minutes."

Lao Luo didn't talk nonsense.

Did you just arrive or...

Han Lang hung up the phone in doubt, took out the scepter and dagger to wrap again, and said, "Grandpa, I'll be back in a while."

"Go."

Grandpa tapped his cigarette pouch and exhaled smoke.

Han Lang came out to say hello to the busy family members, walked up to Sapphire who was following his mother, and said, "Sapphire, I'll go back as soon as I go."

The little girl glanced at the things in his hand, nodded, and didn't look at him again.

Han Lang didn't want the squad leader's accident to happen, it would be bad if the little girl chased her and caused any trouble.

As soon as we reached the entrance of the village, a car drove up from the stone field.

Han Lang stood aside, watched Lao Luo get out of the car door after a warrior stopped, stepped forward and said, "Everything is here."

Then, Lao Luo took the cloth bag, took out the metal ball from his armpit, passed it over and said, "I don't know if these three are special, but this metal ball is very special, you put it away."

"it is good."

Lao Luo took the metal ball and said: "Come back, don't use any channels before entering the country, their channels can't get in."

"clear."

Han Lang responded.

Lao Luo took a look at the metal ball, put it away and said, "Say hello when you leave."

"it is good."

Han Lang knew that this meant sending him out of the country, but he was actually quite awkward.

Back home, but also sneaky.

But he understands, especially this time being stared at by the Desert Adder, there is nothing wrong with being careful.

　Dear book friends, I made a slip of the tongue, there is no reason, sorry, sorry, I can only update it today
　　
　
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