Village Doctor's Magic Hands

In the dark night sky, the buzzing bullets shook the dark pipe wall at the moment they left the barrel, and shot at the speed of nearly one kilometer per hour into the dark jungle outside the window.

The gunfire didn't seem to ring out completely, but in the mercenary corps, a sniper had lost his vitality. His original bright eyes had become dim.

It seemed that the gunfire of the bullet came out completely at this time, woke up all the mercenaries outside the jungle, listened to the voice and argued one after another, and quickly looked for the position of Zhao Sanjin.

Two or three of them shot back without any hesitation, but Zhao Sanjin didn't know to hide behind that window at the moment.

Zhao Sanjin is like a sickle reaping life in the hand of the God of death. He is cold-blooded and ruthless. He can say without face. As long as he is a person favored by the God of death, even the ends of the earth, he will die.

Zhao Sanjin killed a live mercenary with one shot, which undoubtedly greatly hit the overall confidence of the mercenary regiment. After all, they haven't found the shadow of each other yet. Zhao Sanjin has killed one.

Even so, the head of the mercenary still asked the people behind to replace one as soon as possible. This is a game of Sniper War. One more sniper can be said to have one more talisman.

Zhao Sanjin, who changed from the original position to the third floor in the villa, looked at the quiet lawn and the restored jungle again. He couldn't help but outline a playful smile at the corners of his mouth. In Zhao Sanjin's view, the shot just now has made his opponent start to mess up.

For Zhao Sanjin, he never doubted whether he could hit with a single shot. It's impolite to say that no matter how bad the environment is, as long as Zhao Sanjin shoots, he can basically save the day.

After changing the position of a window, Zhao Sanjin poked the black barrel out of the door of the window, his eyes focused on the Bureau, actively and quickly scanned twice in the jungle. Without any hesitation, he fired another shot.

Except for the different positions of the shooters, the results of the two shots are the same. One shot and one bullet reap one's life.

On the mercenary regiment side, Zhao Sanjin's sudden shooting surprised them. If the previous shot was because some of them spoke, it may reveal clues. The mercenary head absolutely believes it. After all, as a great God of sniper gun, it is normal to capture small details to judge the enemy's position.

However, he really didn't think of what Zhao Sanjin's second shot meant. The other party didn't do anything and didn't say anything at the moment. If it could reveal clues, the mercenary head would never believe it.

Everyone may have overlooked a detail, that is, after Zhao Sanjin shot the first shot, he reaped a person's life, and immediately three shots came one after another. With Zhao Sanjin's keen hearing ability, Zhao Sanjin was able to roughly touch each other's position at the moment he turned around.

With this shot, Zhao Sanjin just determined the position of the other party. In fact, he didn't hesitate at all. He was able to reap a person's life directly, and adhered to the practice of shooting one shot for another point. After one shot fell, Zhao Sanjin dodged and left.

Another window stayed. Zhao Sanjin aimed the black muzzle at the other shooter before. The arc outlined at the corner of his mouth seeped for a while. Without any hesitation, he directly pulled the trigger.

Within one minute, two people's lives were harvested in a row. Counting the previous, the mercenary regiment has deprived three fresh lives in just three minutes from the moment Zhao Sanjin shot.

I'm afraid it's hard for anyone in the mercenary regiment to accept the speed of harvesting lives, not to mention the head of the mercenary? Immediately issued an order: "give me the best time to wait. Don't shoot if you don't have a chance to kill."

"Grandma, this man is really a hard stubble!" the head of the mercenary Corps only felt that the sweat on his forehead began to roll down and was about to fall into his eyes, but at the moment, even as a head, he didn't have the courage to wipe it.

This son of a bitch, but it's a little too oppressive in the world!

The third African mercenary Corps is a small private Corps. Its total number is controlled at about 1000. No more than 50 new people are recruited into the Corps every year. If it were not for the circulation of fresh blood, the third mercenary Corps might not recruit any.

The head of the mercenary regiment is a middle-aged and old man. Now he should be almost 60 years old, but he is still very energetic. In addition, every time he has a task, he is the old man's master, the master in the jungle.

They are called king and Xiao Wang respectively by people on the other side of Africa. They can think of themselves as king, which is enough to show that they have absolute deterrent power in Africa, where there is war and chaos.

Just now, the mercenary commander is really at a loss. For the second time since he has carried out his tasks hundreds of times, he feels that he has the upper hand, but how powerless it is to really win the other party.

For the first time, it was also the most frightening time for the mercenary commander. He met the most strange thing in history, that is, he met a magical team called "Sirius team".

The members of the team are not only good at shooting one by one, but even close combat is the kind of existence that can pick ten by one. In terms of combat methods, whether it is individual ability or team writing ability, the whole "Sirius team" seems to be born by a mother, and the strength of each is almost equal.

At that time, the number of people in the third employment regiment was ten times or even fifteen times that of the "Sirius team", but in the end, it did not escape and suffered a defeat.

Today, it was still a time for the head to feel afraid in front of him. He never dreamed that on the night when the black paint was wiped empty, the other party could handle their three snipers in just three minutes when there was only one person.

I'm afraid no one in the whole third mercenary regiment can achieve such sniping ability, right?

Whether it is careful observation of words and expressions, or the strong strength of hearing and debating, it is enough to show that the opponent's strength is not at the same level as them. Otherwise, they should be able to win the first shot of Zhao Sanjin before.

At present, no one dared to continue shooting indiscriminately. Originally, they thought that even if Zhao Sanjin didn't leave immediately after shooting, it was impossible to find his right or wrong in the dense jungle, but the fact gave them a loud slap.

The next time may seem a little boring. Zhao Sanjin stayed in place for an hour, but he couldn't notice the other party's changes. Zhao Sanjin, with a helpless face, simply didn't bother to meet these people regularly.

Put the sniper gun under the window, turned and left the place, and walked towards the still brightly lit hall.

The atmosphere in the hall is still relatively solidified. Although it is much better than before, it is still difficult to change the people's still depressed heart.

"If you don't kill the enemy well, how can you still have the mind to come down?" Si que was the first person to see Zhao Sanjin, so he asked casually.

In the face of Zhao Sanjin's lightness, the sparrow was more or less relieved. However, looking at the many members in the field who didn't show their eyebrows, he pretended to be curious and asked, "what's going on outside?"

"Three guns, three minutes, reaped three lives. At this time, it is estimated that they can only stay where they are." Zhao Sankin tilted his mouth and said with a smile: "as long as they don't move after the day is open, can't the rest be solved by his uncle himself?"

"Are you so sure they won't move or are testing you?" looking at Zhao Sanjin, who was so confident, someone in the hall hummed and asked obviously unhappy.

"I think you're lying on the tree outside. If you don't want a bullet hole in your head, I'm afraid you won't move." Zhao Sanjin gave a very realistic example, which made the middle-aged man want to refute, but he was speechless.

Looking at the hall where he had nothing to do at all, Zhao Sanjin slowly stood up and felt that his spirit had become good again, especially when someone said two words with him, it was even more relaxed and happy.

But at present, Zhao Sanjin has one thing he wants to do now.

"You talk first, I'll go to bed!" Zhao Sanjin pretended to look sleepy, looked at the people, and left without any hesitation.