global sniper

Chapter 41
Han Lang sat quietly in the car, waiting patiently.

The same is true for the little girl, holding the backrest behind Han Lang with both hands, tilting her head slightly and looking ahead, without any movement.

Not far from the side of the road outside the car, those backpacks lying on the ground, covered with mud and dust, one by one can see their faces clearly, but they can feel the smell without getting close. At first glance, they look like vagrants begging on the street Same as Han.

If it weren't for the guns leaning on the dirty backpacks, I really thought I had encountered a group of homeless heroes.

But fortunately, these people just glanced at the pickup truck when Han Lang arrived, and didn't pay any more attention. They just sat there bored, chewing grass leaves to look at the sky, or fiddling with each other.

The silent state made Han Lang feel a lot easier.

But he wasn't really relaxed, on the contrary, his nerves were tense and he was on high alert.

After all, the target you are looking for may be here. Once you find Big Mom, it will be the rhythm of death.

But after waiting for less than 5 minutes, the aunt walked lazily over.

not here?
Han Lang observed the state of the aunt, not sure whether it was pretending to be relaxed after discovering the target, or relaxed and casual when the target was not here.

Aunt walked to the car, opened the door and got in the car, saying, "Get out of here first."

Han Lang didn't speak, turned around and left steadily.

"The Iron Scorpion mercenary group is not here, nor are the two medium-sized mercenary groups that attacked the airport with them."

The aunt looked ahead, and said leisurely: "It's been four days. I don't know if their mission is limited to attacking the airport. After they are done, they have nothing to do with the employer's employment method, or they have another mission."

"How do you know this?" Han Lang asked without looking back.

"The only way to find them is in the mercenary market."

The aunt swept away her laziness, sat up straight and said: "The agreement between the mercenary and the employer cannot be known to outsiders. What task, when it will end, and how it will end, this is a link that only the two parties know, and it is not disclosed internally." , it is difficult to find information."

Han Lang squinted his eyes and listened quietly without speaking.

Although he is not a mercenary, nor does he like mercenaries, and has never been in contact with this circle, he still knows a little bit. He knows that only the two parties know the terms of employment. Once the employment is over, the two parties will never meet again. Limited to phone calls.

Once the two parties terminate the employment relationship, the mercenary group will be like a cloud, it will drift away with the wind, and no one knows where it is or where it will go.

That is to say, the Iron Scorpions mercenary group might disappear around here, and they don't know what area they went to, or simply don't know what country they went to.

At the distribution center, mercenaries don't talk to each other. Even if they are familiar with each other, they can avoid conflicts between employers. Rush may break out at any time, and they don't want anyone to know who the employer is.

It is true that mercenaries have no friends. The other party is friends and enemies, depending on the employer.

But he didn't know if the market could find information about the Iron Scorpion Mercenary Corps, and he didn't know anything about it.

"Are you sure you'll find the information?"

After a while, Han Lang broke the silence and asked.

"Hard to say."

The aunt thought for a while and said: "If you haven't left, then find a way to understand his boss, see who it is, and see what tasks are there, so that you can know where they are, otherwise you will have to search slowly."

It can only be this way……

Han Lang was silent.

He knew that this was undoubtedly looking for a needle in a haystack. Where could one find a rootless weed?
This is not an institution of a country, and there is specific information to look up, so it is really troublesome to find it.

The car silently passed through the ruined city and onto another dusty road.

The aunt didn't speak any more, and sat silently.

Obviously thinking about how to find it.

It is unrealistic for him to take revenge on his own.The opponent has more than 200 elites, even if dozens of them are killed, such a mercenary group can recruit people in minutes.

Therefore, he didn't want to leave the masters around him alone. He actually didn't know if the masters around him had hidden powers, but whether they had or not, they were stronger than himself.

"Who's living in those tents in there?"

Han Lang broke the silence again.

"Those are relatively mature or well-off mercenary regiments, not necessarily big or small." The aunt looked ahead and said, "These mercenary regiments are better than the peripheral ones. They are well-equipped and can take on most tasks. The peripheral ones , is basically a temporary mercenary group, and the head will not pay any personal living expenses, it is almost like a cannon fodder mercenary group."

"Then ask for news..." Han Lang paused after speaking.

"The distribution center is on guard against each other, and they won't inquire about other people at will." The aunt seemed to understand Han Lang's meaning, and said: "Once you inquire about someone there, you will be noticed immediately, because no one wants to seek revenge. The place of residence that already has a tacit agreement has become a battlefield, but the market is different. In addition to buying and selling weapons, there is also a place where news is relatively smooth. There, you can inquire at will, as long as you pay a consulting fee, no one will point out the inquirer. .”

"but."

The aunt paused and said: "Although it is one of the information channels, you still have to judge the information by yourself. There are scammers everywhere, and it is difficult to distinguish true and false information."

"Is that so..."

Han Lang understood.

Once someone shoots at the distribution center, it will be troublesome. They all have guns, and the bullets don't have eyes. Will it be a chaotic battle by then?
In the car, there was silence again.

After driving for half an hour at most, tents appeared sporadically not far from the road ahead; in the distance, an equally dilapidated town appeared in sight.

On the side of the road, there are gradually more vehicles, and the majority are still Huaxia brands, new or old, and pickup trucks are the majority.

"Bypass the city ahead."

The aunt sat there and said something.

Han Lang saw a dusty dirt road on the edge of the ruined city, nodded and drove past it silently.

Going around the city, amidst the bumps, a big market-like place appeared ahead.

People are not densely packed, they are piled up in piles, and they are far apart. Within 30 meters, there is no second pile of people.

Han Lang didn't know how the aunt was going to inquire, seeing that he didn't express anything, he drove slowly along the most obvious position of the rut.

"You don't have to worry about thieves here."

The aunt glanced at the little girl in front of her, and said, "You'd better take the sapphire, just lock the car, and the weapon will be sold later, so you don't need to take it with you."

"it is good."

Han Lang understood what the aunt meant, and responded briefly.

Everyone has a gun, and everyone has killed someone before. Stealing here is too long.

"That stall."

While walking slowly, the aunt pointed to the position diagonally opposite.

Han Lang turned slowly, and stopped beside a dirty box.

The container was four meters two, not small, with the door closed, and a dusty, worn-out blanket beside it was covered with a few empty magazines.

Next to the pickup next to the box, two figures holding guns casually glanced at Han Lang and the others, then turned their eyes elsewhere.

Aunt got out of the car and closed the door and stood beside the car.

"Sapphire, follow me." Han Lang turned off the ignition, pulled out the key, and said without looking back.

Only then did the little girl let go of the hand holding the backrest, got out of the car and closed the door, stood beside Han Lang, and turned her head to look around.

As soon as they got out of the car, a 1.7-meter-long, slightly fat guy jumped out of the box-car cab and waved his hand in disgust in front of his face to drive away the floating dust. It's Vladimir Boris Ulyanov, the fairest businessman here, you can call me Vladimir, or Boris."

"Boris." The aunt untied her hood and said in common language, "You're still alive."

"oh oh!"

Boris opened his arms exaggeratedly, but he didn't go forward. He stood there and said, "Look, see who is here. Isn't this Tianhuo's aunt? What do you want to buy this time? You are my friend, and you want to buy something." Whatever you ask, I promise to give you the lowest price."

"Come on."

The aunt said in Chinese: "The cheapest? Do you still have bargains?"

"of course."

Boris's face was neither red nor white, and he said in Chinese: "My price is the most fair, there is no one, trust me, my friend."

Han Lang watched silently, but he knew in his heart that this guy was 100% a profiteer.

"I'm not going to buy anything this time. I'll sell you some good things." The aunt waved her hand and said as she walked towards the pickup truck.

"Let me see what surprises aunt can bring." Boris said, following aunt.

Han Lang pushed the little girl's back without showing any signs, and the two of them also followed and stood at the rear of the car.

The aunt didn't mean to ask for instructions, so she untied the rope, lifted off the covering cloth, and said, "It's all here...

Boris shrugged his shoulders and said, "A total of two thousand seven hundred and three, make it up, and here you are" two thousand eight.

Said, took out the money.

make up...

The aunt curled her lips in disdain, and didn't bargain any more. While Bolis was counting the money, she asked, "What mission is the Iron Scorpion Mercenary Group doing now? Where is it?"

"Two thousand and six." Boris quickly took back two cards: "I never expected that you would come back after escaping from Iron Scorpion. It seems that this is going to be a big battle..."

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