Village Doctor's Magic Hands

The bullets of the sniper gun were mixed with broken glass slag all over the ground. Zhao Sankin searched for it at will and squeezed it into his hand. At one glance, his face became very gloomy.

"Bartley M107 sniper rifle, the king of heavy snipers with a caliber of 12.7mm, is the most terrible sniper rifle in the sniper gun circle. Who did you offend, boy? You didn't hesitate to let the other party use such powerful weapons to kill you?"

The other of the two old people who had not spoken suddenly smiled playfully, looked at the bullet in Zhao Sanjin's hand and joked.

However, Zhao Sanjin's face was particularly dignified. He carefully stared at the bullet in his hand, suddenly smiled twice, looked at the old man who had just spoken and said, "old Sir, would you be surprised if I told you that the other person's hand was not an M107 sniper rifle?"

"No?" the old man looked at Zhao Sanjin strangely. Although he didn't answer the question positively, the look on his face had answered the question well.

"That's right!" Zhao Sanjin pinched the bullet into his hand and sneered: "this is the advanced version of M107 M109. It's a real cannon. It can use the 25mm high-pressure grenade developed by XM307 automatic grenade launcher, which is powerful enough to destroy light armor!"

"It is worthy of being the third mercenary Corps in Africa. Its strength is so strong!" Zhao Sankin sneered, stood up slowly, looked down the place where the bullet had been shot in, and sighed with relief.

If Zhao Sanjin didn't lose his memory, he would be even more surprised, because this M109 Batley looks around the world, but there are 100 guns. The scarcity of guns can't be bought with money at all.

However, a mercenary regiment was able to own it, which shocked Zhao Sanjin!

Even if the previous shooter missed a shot and left the place, Zhao Sanjing still didn't take it lightly, because today Lin Zhibing said that the mercenary regiment with money has reached more than ten snipers. Even if he left one, there is no guarantee that there are no other places to hide people.

"It seems that there is no chance for today's competition, but it's worth listening to get to know you, boy. I'll see you again in the future!" the two old people left the store, stood in the corridor and looked around. Zhao Sanjin, who also didn't relax his vigilance, smiled.

"Old Sir, that dragon thousand hatred thing..." Zhao Sanjin asked with some embarrassment.

"If you really want to find out your life experience, go to Jianghai longfu to find him. I believe there will be results." the two old people are just running errands in the Mohist school. They don't know too much about long Qianqiu first. Even if they know all this, they can't tell Zhao Sanjin, right.

You can't hurt others, but you can't prevent others!

Pulling the still calm Si Le, Zhao Sanjin looked at the two black humanitarians around him: "leave one person waiting for the police - inspector to take a statement, and we'll go back first."

Sitting in the Mercedes Benz, the atmosphere is a little strange. Compared with leaving the manor, there is obviously less a happy atmosphere in the car.

At present, the best way to solve this problem is to open the topic with the help of the attack of the mercenary Corps. Zhao Sanjin, who had no thought at all, directly frowned and said, "shall we go back and talk about this matter? At present, we must keep up our spirit and pay attention to the suspicious people or things around us."

"Are you worried that if they don't succeed, they will set up another ambush on the way?" Si Le is not a fool. In such a gangster, he also has a deep understanding of these things. He is very knowledgeable and ignores the mischief just now. He can't help frowning and asked.

"Very likely!" Zhao Sankin nodded noncommittally. His dignified look showed that Zhao Sankin didn't mean to cheat at all.

It takes half an hour to drive home from the central street to the manor, especially at seven or eight o'clock, which belongs to the peak time of every city, and traffic jams are common. It's impossible to get back to the manor without 40 minutes.

Fortunately, Zhao Sankin worried about setting up ambushes on the way did not happen. Until he reached the foot of the manor, Zhao Sankin was reluctantly relieved, but Zhao Sankin was a little worried on the next mountain road.

After thinking about it, Zhao Sanjin patted Uncle Ye on the shoulder and said, "call your uncle and tell him you won't go back to the manor today. Drive away directly. Si Le, I'll take her up."

He frowned and looked at Zhao Sanjin. Uncle Ye didn't say much. He nodded and agreed. He was very clear that although Zhao Sanjin came to the gang soon, there was no doubt about his trust in Zhao Sanjin. Since Zhao Sanjin put forward such a request at this juncture, he must have his own plan.

The sparrow at the other end of the phone seemed to be busy. He agreed without any thought that Uncle Ye conveyed the past statement intact according to Zhao Sanjin. He also said by the way: "on the mountain forest road around the manor, people from the mercenary corps have sneaked in. Be careful yourself and make plans after you return to the manor."

The voice of the sparrow seemed to be only a reminder to Zhao Sanjin. There was no element of worry mixed in it. He wondered, is the sparrow so relieved of himself? Firmly believe that you can bring Si Le back to the manor safely?

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Sanjin and Si Le watched Uncle Ye drive away slowly. They looked up at the hill which was more than 100 meters high. Suddenly, they also had a helpless wry smile, but they had to say, "come on, I'll carry you."

"Ah?" Si Le's pretty face became red and shy. Even Zhao Sanjin had an impulse to bite.

Gently lie down on Zhao Sanjin's back. The broad spine allows Si Le to lay comfortably. It's like lying on a small bed. Two groups of plump small meat breasts are pressed to death. Even if Zhao Sanjin is so serious, it's impossible not to feel the squeeze from his back.

His hands held Si Le's upturned buttocks in his hands. For a moment, their faces became hot and red. After all, for a woman, the protruding chest belongs to a private place, and the upturned buttocks belong to a sensitive place.

Especially Zhao Sanjin's fast running, Si Le moved on Zhao Sanjin's back, and his hips were like sitting and massaging. He was constantly squeezed and kneaded, which made Si Le's blushing little face about to bleed.

Without any way, Zhao Sanjin could only take risks in desperation. He flashed into the jungle. Only here was the fastest way to return to the manor except the road.

However, the scene was a little awkward before entering the jungle for more than ten meters. I felt that it was wise for me not to agree with Uncle Ye to drive up the mountain before. I also regretted that I was so impulsive and rushed in as soon as my brain was hot?

It's good. When he entered the jungle, Zhao Sanjin already felt a strong killing intention, and he was right beside him, as if he would fall from the sky at any time.

It seems that the mercenary regiment has really made great efforts this time. It is determined to attack the manor at night!