When it was far away, I heard the cheers one after another, although a few gunshots and explosions could even be vaguely heard outside of here, but, I have to say, the Seven Kills Base was like a paradise, as if all the wars were isolated. (Baidu Search Rainbow Literature Network)

At this moment, a Humvee galloped from behind the soldiers and Franklin, and the dust could be seen from afar, and before the two could react, the Humvee had already killed the two of them, only to see Sherlock poking his head out with a smile, a toad mirror on his nose, and a large grin, showing two rows of neat teeth.

Sherlock raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, and then waved at the two of them, "What are you doing in a daze, come up!" ”

The soldier and Franklin couldn't help but glance at each other, and then turned over and got into the car.

Sherlock kicked the clutch and accelerator, and the Humvee roared away.

Soon, the Humvee was driven into a middle of nowhere, but there was a large open area in the woods, and in the middle there were five or six fires, on which the fragrant venison was roasted.

"Chief!" Someone with sharp eyes saw the arrival of Sherlock and the others, and hurriedly and spontaneously made a way for Sherlock and the others to come in.

At this time, the soldiers knew what the shouts of Fang Cai were for, it turned out that in the center of the crowd, two people with a height of more than two meters were trying to wrestle!

The soldiers were surprised that such a heavyweight was actually fighting, but the skills of both sides were still flexible and agile, the bodies like a hill kept flashing and moving in the middle of the crowd, occasionally fighting together, and the two sides did not leave any backhand, fists to the flesh, making a dull sound on the body, and sometimes even the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

"See, the knife hanging on the tree in the middle, that's the color head!" Franklin said with an eyebrow on his face.

The soldier nodded, his face full of interest, although it was not much different from the mercenary group, but after all, every competition has a lottery, which is not bad.

"How? Do you want to go down and have fun? Franklin looked expectant.

The soldier couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "Do you think I'm suitable for the end now?" ”

Franklin's face suddenly realized, and he hurriedly apologized, "I even forgot that you have injuries, hahaha, okay, let's just sit here and watch!" ”

The two people in the center of the field are still fighting against each other, and the soldiers are watching seriously, although this is not a real combat that plays with life, but because of the color head, the two people who are competing are full of fighting spirit, so the moves used now are the closest to the actual combat, so the soldiers are very fascinated.

Soon, one of them gradually showed his defeat, although he was already trying his best to reverse, but, for the same masters, even a point difference is a gap, not to mention that he is already at a disadvantage.

Soon, one of them was defeated, and he fell to his knees in frustration, full of chagrin.

But the victor was excited, and happily went under the tree to take the double-edged knife, and his mouth almost reached the root of his ear.

"Well, do you want to go down and try it!" Sherlock looked at the soldiers with a smile, "You don't have to compete with them in wrestling and fighting, after all, you have injuries on your body, so you shouldn't exercise vigorously, but it's okay to test marksmanship!" ”

When the soldier heard this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'll forget it, it's not good if I pull the wound......"

"It's just a shot in the end, and you can't pull the wound, don't worry!" Sherlock looked at the soldier expectantly.

As early as when he was in Afghanistan, Sherlock had already seen the marksmanship of the soldiers, and now it has been almost a year, but I don't know how much the marksmanship of the soldiers has improved.

The soldier waved his hand with a wry smile, "Forget it, I'll take a look...... Just look at ......"

Sherlock sighed helplessly, knowing that the soldiers would not be able to play today, and his face couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

The next project is marksmanship, this time the color head is a sniper rifle, and the modified sniper rifle, at a glance, you can know that it has been professionally modified by a master, and this sniper rifle must be the best product.

"This gun?" The soldier frowned slightly, and looked back at Sherlock.

Sherlock chuckled lightly, and then explained, "This gun was captured during a combat mission, and I heard that the person who used this gun is a sharpshooter, but, as far as I can see, the marksmanship is not even comparable to our seven-kill snipers!" ”

The soldier frowned, a pair of sharp and cold eyes were tightly nailed to the sniper rifle, almost the moment he saw this sniper rifle, he thought of Lin Guoguang, if this sniper rifle was in his hand, it would definitely be like a tiger with wings!

At this time, Sherlock and Franklin's eyes fell on the soldiers, and today's competition was actually to attract the soldiers!

For Sherlock, the Seven Kills organization is full of talent, which is why Seven Kills is the number one killer organization in the world.

However, for the soldiers, Sherlock really admires, and there are not many people who can really make him admire, so Sherlock wants to draw the soldiers into the Seven Kills, if so, then the Seven Kills are really 'dominant'!

"This competition is ultra-long-distance shooting, and the target is the flag on the top of the mountain!" Franklin looked at the soldiers with a smile, and when he saw the soldiers' eyes follow the direction of his fingers, he knew that the soldiers had developed a strong interest in this test project.

The soldier squinted slightly, the distance was one thousand eight hundred meters, southeast wind, wind five, correction......

It's too windy!

And at such a long distance, it is simply not very difficult to hit the flag on the mountain!

The soldier looked at the two people who were ready to shoot at this time with a bated breath and waited for the two to shoot.

Seven kills are killer organizations, and snipers are the top priority, after all, taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away is the best record, and all the seven kills organization can rank first in the world's killer organization, and it must also be able to produce people.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone in the entire forest stared at the flagpole on the mountain without daring to breathe, for fear that the flagpole would be interrupted in the blink of an eye.

'Bang! With a muffled sound, the bullet flew out of the chamber of one of the men, and everyone hurriedly looked towards the mountain, but the bright red flag was still fluttering in the wind.

"Oops!" Everyone thumped their chests in frustration, and the man who shot was even more frowned and drooped to the ground, his face full of frustration.

At this time, the corners of the other sniper's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and he subconsciously moved his stiff index finger, and then put his index finger on the trigger again.

The whole jungle was silent, except for the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

'Bang! The bullet whistled away, and he looked at the flagpole again with bated breath......

However, the flagpole still stood on the mountain, and the bright red flag fluttered in the wind, which made everyone's hearts rise a trace of frustration.

"I'm coming!" At this moment, a person's voice sounded in the crowd, and then the man pushed aside the crowd and walked to the middle of the venue, and his appearance made everyone applaud and cheer!

"Gunslinger! Come on! "The person known as the 'gunman' is an ace sniper of seven kills, although he doesn't talk much on weekdays, but he is a sharpshooter with a hundred shots, and so far, there is no one he can't snipe!

And in the Seven Killings organization, in addition to the unshakable status of the two brothers Sherlock and Franklin, the second is the 'gunslinger'.

"Gunslinger?" The soldier couldn't help frowning slightly, being able to give such a name, the soldier had already roughly guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

Merely......

The soldier frowned slightly, 1,800 meters, wind speed of five, under such shooting conditions, even Lin Guoguang was not sure of victory, if this 'gunner' could really hit with one hit, then his marksmanship was simply not under Lin Guoguang.

Thinking of this, a flash of light flashed quickly in the soldier's sharp and cold eyes, and then he looked at the 'gunner' with burning eyes, waiting for the 'gunner' to shoot.

Time passed minute by minute, but the 'gunman' still did not shoot, and the originally silent crowd began to have a lonely whispering discussion, and the scope of the discussion was nothing more than whether the 'gunman' could break the flagpole 1,800 meters away.

"Today's weather is not the right time!" Seeing that the 'gunner' was reluctant to shoot, Franklin couldn't help but sigh lowly, obviously with such a wind force, it is simply difficult to hit the flagpole 1,800 meters away.

Although the sniper rifle in the hands of the 'gunner' can even hit a target two kilometers away, at the moment, the wind force is level five, even if the wind is lighter, the probability of the 'gunner' hitting can skyrocket.

It's just that shooting in the current conditions, almost everyone knows that it is impossible!

"Well, what do you think of such a distance?" Sherlock smiled and turned his head to look at the soldiers, his eyes shining brightly.

"Hanging!" The soldier didn't think about it, but his eyes never took his eyes off the 'gunner'.

At this time, the 'gunman' was already sweating profusely, and the entire palm had begun to slowly ooze sweat, and the slippery and slippery feeling made the 'gunman' frown a little uncomfortable, but he was still motionless.

At this time, some people in the crowd had already begun to buzz, and now the 'gunman' had been aiming for a full ten minutes, but he still did not shoot, and the wind did not have the slightest tendency to weaken, which made everyone not have much hope for the 'gunman's' shooting.

It's just because it's so hard!