I can see through everything

I don’t know how many grenades exploded after they exploded.

Sartre seemed to have just found the direction in which the grenade was flying.

However, it was too late.

Most of the people around him were hit by shrapnel, either dead or wounded.

Even he, under the protection of many people, has won many lotteries on his body.

However, because of the body armor, Sartre’s injuries were not serious.

Who exactly?

At this moment, Sartre had only one question in his mind.

Even, he felt a trace of horror.

Those grenades are terrible.

Like having eyes, every grenade explosion can hit its own person.

Bang!

Bang bang bang!!!

At this moment, gunshots rang out in the distance.

Sartre saw that people on his side were shot and fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, often after the guards around him had been shot, the gunfire in the distance sounded.

There appears to be an interval of a few tenths of a second between the two.

The enemy is at a great distance!

Soon, Sartre came to this conclusion.

With professional training, this can be judged completely.

However, the next thought made Sartre himself feel a little silly.

797 So, those grenades just now were also thrown by the other party?

No way!

Never !!!

Sartre didn’t believe what he had just thought.

The speed of sound is 340 meters per second.

And a few tenths of a second after the single person on this side, he heard the gunshot.

It is roughly estimated that the other party must be at least 200 meters away from this side.

Throwing grenades at a distance of more than 200 meters?

Are you kidding!

At this time, Sartre felt that his thinking seemed to be a little inadequate.

And the opponent’s marksmanship is extremely accurate, which he can feel.

The number of people shot on his side does not seem to be much less than the number of shots.

In this way, the opponent’s hit rate is high.

However, this is under the premise of 200 meters.

And the sound of the opposing gunshot, like theirs, should be rifles.

How is it possible to design so accurately from 200 meters away?

Even if it’s a sniper rifle, I’m afraid the hit rate is just that, right?

But the truth is that when your own people fall, it is absolutely impossible to pretend.

(befi) The devil!

At this moment, such a word flashed in Sartre’s mind.

Qin Hao, who was more than two hundred meters away, walked forward while pulling the trigger.

With his design skills, he seems to aim with intention.

Wind, wind speed, distance, gun feeling.

These data naturally formed in Qin Hao’s brain, comparable to the data analyzed by the computer.

At this time, Qin Hao couldn’t help but sigh, if he was going to participate in the Olympic design project, would he win a few more gold medals for the **.

Just thinking about it, of course.

At this time, Qin Hao was destroying the enemies in the distance one by one.

These people are considered unlucky, who let them follow Sartre.

These people don’t know how many people were killed.

Moreover, following Sartre to do this illegal business of transporting plants, how many people have to lose their families and wives and scatter.

Death, perhaps, is their ultimate liberation.

Qin Hao, on the other hand, just made this relief a little earlier.

After paying the price of more than thirty grenades and three magazines, Qin Hao had already arrived at a distance of less than 50 meters from Sartre.

Anyway, these weapons and ammunition are all from the other party, and Qin Hao is returning them to them.

At this time, Sutter had already seen Qin Hao.

“That was…”

Similarly, that grandma also saw Qin Hao and couldn’t help but exclaim.

“It’s that kid from yesterday, how did he get here?”

Grandma couldn’t believe that Qin Hao would appear in front of them anyway.

According to her plan, Qin Hao should come out of the cave and be captured or killed by them in one fell swoop.

After all, apart from the official entrance, this is really the only cave that can enter the mountains.

She didn’t believe that Qin Hao, who had promised to cooperate yesterday, would appear in an unexpected place.

“You’re a liar! You didn’t walk the cave at all!!! ”

Looking at Qin Hao who was slowly coming, Grandma covered her mouth and exclaimed.

Bang!

Qin Hao fired a shot, knocking the pistol on the table in front of Sartre flying.

“Are you a kid?”

Walking closer, Qin Hao said with a smile.

At this moment, all his subordinates around Sartre were wiped out.

In the entire scene, only two people remained, Sutter and Grandma.

“If you say that I believe in a cave, won’t it have fallen into your hands long ago?”

Looking at the shocked grandmother, Qin Hao smiled.

It’s just that he is a little disappointed in his heart.

It’s a pity that you still come out to cheat people at such an age.

As early as yesterday, when he left the hotel, after Qin Hao got the map drawn by his grandmother, he just noted down the general location and layout of the mountain range.

As for the cave, he didn’t even look at it.

And the reason is that he has long seen the flaws of the other party.

It’s just that Qin Hao made a plan and didn’t recognize the other party in person.

“How did you find out?”

After listening to Qin Hao’s words, Grandma still didn’t believe it.

She didn’t believe that she performed so superb yesterday, but why did the other party see through it.

“It’s actually very simple, only three points.”

Coming seven or eight meters in front of the two, Qin Hao stopped.

“The first is that you were too calm after those people died.”

Several people died in the shop, and it was Sartre’s men.

Even if there is a feud with the other party, it will show a little happiness.

However, this grandmother’s performance is too calm.

“The second is to come up with that map, which seems a little too proactive. And, how do you know I’ll recognize that it’s a map, and not waste paper? ”

At this point, it is the biggest vulnerability.

If Qin Hao takes a photo to show others in **, I am afraid that he will not be able to exchange ten yuan.

“Another point is that an old lady eating bird’s nest under the nose of her son’s portrait is also a little too weird.”

Saying that, Qin Hao looked at the grandmother in front of him with a smile.

Yesterday, he accidentally saw a bottle behind Grandma’s bar.

Through the system, it was seen that the bottle contained bird’s nest.

An old woman who runs a fried noodle shop watches TV and eats bird’s nest, which is also too strange.

“Now, it seems like it’s time for us to talk.”

Turning his gaze to Sartre, Qin Hao said lightly. _

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