Village Doctor's Magic Hands

From the gate of the manor to a bush nearest to the periphery of the manor, there are more than ten sniper experts hidden inside. Zhao Sanjin is also a physical foetus. He just goes out so straight. Zhao Sanjin feels that he can still live for decades.

"How about Bartley M109? Can it enter your eyes?" although the sparrow on the first seat didn't know what Zhao Sanjin had done in those years in the blank file, he was sure that Zhao Sanjin must have joined the army and the army.

A Batley in the hands of others may be just a sharp weapon to kill, but in the hands of Zhao Sanjin, it may be more appropriate to use the sickle of the God of death to reap life.

"M109? Does uncle really have this weapon?" the answer given by Si que made Zhao Sanjin excited, but he asked clearly that he didn't believe it.

"Don't you understand that you get the moon first?" Si que showed a look that you know, which made Zhao Sanjin only smile twice.

Yes, M109 was originally produced in the United States, and sique has been in the United States for more than 20 years. It is estimated that many of its contacts have been opened up quickly. It is not surprising to want to get an M109.

In just five minutes, a brand-new Bartley M109 was presented in front of everyone. Looking at the other Bartley on the first floor, everyone felt shocked.

They are all people who don't play with guns, because for a real warrior, guns are not a sharp weapon to hurt them at all, but a burden in the hands of the enemy.

Only now they haven't reached this strength. If they can, even a sniper gun such as Bartley M109 can't hurt them at all.

After calibrating the sniper gun and trying the direction of the barrel, Zhao Sanjin nodded with satisfaction, got up and said with a smile: "my preparations are completed, but if you want to successfully retreat from the enemy, you still need your cooperation!"

"You say it." Si que did not hesitate to cooperate with Zhao Sanjin.

"Put a dummy in front of every window of the villa. Of course, if you want to take this as a trial exercise, you can stand in front of the window and see whether the bullet is fast or your reaction is fast."

Zhao Sanjin's eyebrows were light, and he said with a smile to everyone. Immediately, he got the unanimous shake of the people, and there was no need for the sparrow to speak. Everyone had begun to prepare the dummy to confuse the fake with the real.

The hall was soon empty. Zhao Sanjin stood where he was, and Si Le sat beside him, his face full of worry.

She is the daughter of Si que. She was taught by Si que to learn Chinese martial arts since childhood, but on the other hand, she is also in contact with guns. As an ace weapon in the sniper world, Bartley is second to none in terms of speed, power, or lethality.

If the other party was only one person, Si Le might not worry. When she was on the cargo ship, she had seen how terrible the strength of Zhao Sanjin's team members was, but the other party was more than a dozen people, so how could Si Le not worry?

As soon as Si Le wanted to speak, he heard a sharp sound after the bullet broke through the window and the sound of glass scattered on the ground.

"Turn on the headlights outside the villa and let the headlights shine on the whole lawn. Only when they become black under the lights can we have a chance to reap their lives." Zhao Sanjin hugged Bartley and asked the sparrow, so he slowly went upstairs.

"Father, brother Zhao Sanjin, he......" Si Le's worried words were not spoken in front of Zhao Sanjin. The only thing that could give her a sense of trust was Si que.

"Don't worry, this boy is a strange man. I think the people of the mercenary regiment will cry soon." Si que curled his mouth. Although he was a little worried, he said the opposite.

"But..." Si Le was still a little worried. After all, in her opinion, two fists were difficult to defeat four hands, not to mention more than a dozen people.

"Since you think you know him, you should believe him." Si que said solemnly to Si Le. Finally, Si Le nodded yes.

Standing on the second floor of the villa, Zhao Sanjin looked at the dummy who had tried to get in front of the window.

Bartley M109 weighs 20 kilograms. Zhao Sanjin holds his hands tightly. The black muzzle is slowly stretched out. The broken window jumps the sniper mirror to a viewing distance of 500 meters. He frowns and begins to search for the mercenary regiment among the trees outside.

At the same time, between the dense trees outside the manor, a dark middle-aged man in the middle also had a dignified face. Through the adjusted headset, he whispered: "look, I'm shooting. One shot can't hit. Get out of the tree immediately, hide in the trees and don't come up. Don't give each other a chance to be a live target."

"Yes!" everyone looked clear.

Outside the villa, in the jungle, the terrain is high, the wind is very strong at night, and the leaves outside are blowing loudly. Even if there are lights, it is really not so simple to find people in the dense trees.

Zhao Sanjin had to admit that the third mercenary regiment in Africa was an opponent that could not be underestimated. Even ten minutes later, Zhao Sanjin still failed to find an enemy in the woods.

In the current situation, no one can shoot indiscriminately or dare not shoot indiscriminately, especially the people of the mercenary Corps. Zhao Sanjin may be able to change a position to continue aiming if he doesn't hit one shot, but they are in a tree, resulting in an embarrassing situation that if one shot can't hit, they will die.

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes... Time is passing minute by minute. People on both sides have super good patience and silently wait for each other to fire the first shot.

In this case, Zhao Sanjin can be consumed all the time, but the mercenaries can't. The reason why they occupy the forest before dark is to use the night to make their opponents lose their observation ability.

But now, the original plan has been completely countered by the other party's sniper. No one knows whether the other party is aiming at them now. As long as he moves, he may become their live target.

Zhao Sanjin dares to gamble, but they can't even think of gambling!

"Captain, it's not a way to go on like this. Once it's dawn, we can't complete the task, but will become a live target." someone in the mercenary regiment made an anxious voice!

"Shut up, don't talk, don't move!" the strong and thick voice sounded in everyone's ears, and even his anger was not small at all.

At the same time, Zhao Sanjin's mouth also outlined a playful smile, and the trigger at the finger position moved quickly.

"Bang!"