A six-bullet revolver, a 17-round magazine of G/Locke.

Oh yes, and there are more than a dozen loaded AKs ready to be shot.

The leader snorted lowly, the eagle-like dangerous aura gradually rose, Simon's eyelids trembled, and his intuition told him that even if he fought alone, Simon would lose a lot, not to mention that it was not an era of personal force that advocated duels, presumably under the premise of not breaking the monster sniper rifle, the Wyatt mercenary company would be happy to kill him.

Simon held the gun in both hands, his fingers quietly clasped the AATS watch wheel, and his opponent dared to make a move, even if he was not sure that he would retreat with his whole body, Simon was confident that the Wyatt mercenaries would break his front teeth before eating him dry.

The leader frowned slightly, the wasteland adheres to the creed of fist king, whether it belongs to him or not, as long as he is favored by the strong and proposes a bargain, it can be regarded as a bit of strength, and if he doesn't have that strength, what if he is captured with people and things? But the gun is out of the set, and it must not be easily taken back without blood!

"Roches!" The roar of a violent bear resounded inside and outside the gun line, and the thick and dark body hair covered Jonathan's entire chest, and the giant man slammed through the street with a pistol, stabbing his waist in front of the two pistols, shouting, "Roches! What are you going to do to Joe's friends! ”

"Big Bear?" Rochester immediately raised his hand and hooked his fingers, AK immediately put it down, and the mercenary leader met Jonathan's steel-solid arms, gave each other a bear hug, and said enthusiastically: "I really didn't expect you to be alive!" I've seen your bear torn apart by a machine gun in Wilmington! ”

After venting his desires, Jonathan's basin-sized fist slammed into Rockers' vest and said deafeningly: "You're still alive when you're dead!" It's the same for a meal of ten bear demons, and a night for ten women! "The force seems to be rubbing the person into the body.

After a brief greeting between the men, Jonathan pulled Simon, smashed his chest so loudly that "Pemba" rattled, and introduced: "Simon Hayes! Don't look at him eating less and having a cold face, he is very easy to deal with the Black Mountain Bear Demon! Jonathan gestured with a shot, and the hammer on Simon was noticeably less forceful.

"He's no ordinary man! At least a second-order sniper! Strong Joe saw him shatter the bear demon's head with a point 50 armor-piercing bullet! Rochest! If you want me to say, your subordinates are all sissies and deserve to be thrown to the chrysanthemum! Real men are all with large-caliber firearms! Don't put on a stinky fart face for Lao Tzu, quickly sell your good things openly, give my friend a bullet, he can give you a head! ”

After speaking, Jonathan turned his head sideways and explained to Simon: "Roches, when Lao Tzu went to the battlefield a few years ago, he took this little ghost with him, and he would pee his pants when he heard the gunshot!" Hahaha! I didn't expect this breed to become a man! Strong Joe also has a day of looking away! ”

Since the two teams of people should not be able to do anything, the mayor of the town, who was watching coldly from the sidelines throughout the whole process, stood up at the right time, put Uzi in his trouser belt, took off his hat and bowed slightly, and said: "There is a second-order sniper who is a guest in Blackwater Town, if you don't treat it well, it will really lose the face of Blackwater Town, and you will not let the contemptible people be the east tonight, please come to the Ruifu Hotel for a drink?" ”

Roches was happy to have Mayor and Mud, stretched out his big hand, and said to Simon: "Please don't take it to heart for the previous disrespect, and in order to apologize, Wyatt Company is willing to supply you with bullets at a fair price of three coins for one bullet." ”

"Thank you then." Someone took the initiative to jump out and be the big culprit, why refuse?

Before the words fell, Roches casually pointed to a mercenary carrying a modified spear in his hand, as if he was particularly expectant and pleaded: "Jonathan is my old friend, I believe in his package ticket, but I also have to take care of the mood of the boys, Mr. Hayes, since you are a second-order sniper, why don't you show your marksmanship, so that our group of country buns can open up the world?" Rest assured, the bullets are all on my head. ”

Simon glanced at the mercenary's spear, the old M14, except for an ACOG scope to support the façade, in the old days, if given to Simon, he would return it to the scrap metal recycling station, and the M110A4 he brought was an Allied sniper rifle, which knocked out hundreds of bullets in daily training and combat, and it was so familiar that it could be called an arm extension.

"What do you say about bets?" Simon grinned.

Rochester was probably waiting for Simon to throw himself into the net, and couldn't wait to reply: "You lost, sell me the sniper rifle at a discount, you won...... In the future, Wyatt will sell you bullets one to one! ”

"Phew!" Jonathan cleared his throat, opened his mouth and spat out black phlegm, and scolded: "What a bullshit bet, look! Where can you find such a great gun on the East Coast! Rochester, did your bird get cut off by the Imperials in Wilmington? The more you live, the more he goes back, I think your gun is good, use it as an additive! ”

Roches has a grappling Locke in his hand, sturdy and durable, with a ferocious rate of fire, and has always been a top commodity on the black market for firearms, and he can't get it without a small 800 coin.

"Okay!" Roches untied his holster and threw it to his men, Simon nodded in agreement, and the two teams headed straight to the range.

It is said that it is a shooting range, but in fact, it is a broken tire that is placed horizontally and vertically on the open field, and it is impossible for a small place in Blackwater Town to be willing to use target paper, so he got some skulls as targets, judging by the shape and size of the bones, Simon wondered if a few of them were human skulls.

"Try the feel first, 500 meters away, three shots at the target! Whoever has the most wins, wins the first round! Roches announced, the mercenary leader was not stupid, he stood for several rounds, Simon was too lazy to deal with it, anyway, the bullet was Wyatt's shot.

Simon's earlier work in the Rangers was to shoot at enemy targets several kilometers away with things like 15x and 22x scopes - with the help of exoskeletons, the soldiers were immune to recoil, and large charges and increased chamber pressure were a matter of course. Skills such as distance measurement, wind measurement, humidity measurement, and heartbeat control are purely imprinted in Simon's mind. As early as 2049, when the grandfather of the group of people present was just born, Simon used Remington to shoot a soda bottle 500 meters away in his shooting range!

Lowering the brim of his Penny hat slightly, Simon quickly got down on one knee, took advantage of the situation to swing out his sniper rifle and clenched his hands to the gun, and when he found a comfortable shooting position, the crosshair snapped at the skull five hundred meters away.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three shots.

Rochester's face was a little ugly, although Wyatt Company was not a behemoth, compared to Heinrich and Farain, the wasteland mercenary bosses, it was at most a regional branch level. But it also has its own heritage, and the radiation of the nuclear explosion has imperceptibly changed the biological system, which is both a curse and a gift. The mercenaries present, including Roches, were more or less suffering from radiation sickness, which meant that they were all strengthened in some way, and everyone was a first-order warrior. But Drake was the only sniper.

Even in the old era, cultivating a sniper required not only personal talent, but also a huge amount of resources from the army: sophisticated sniper systems, special bullets, squad cooperation, and rear support. The most worthless thing in the new era is human life, except for the organizational power of owning munitions factories, who is willing to spend bullets to train cannon fodder? In addition, the sniper talent involves a lot of sharp perception and muscular violence. Maybe this little white face really has some ability?

Towards the team, the sniper holding the old M14 can only bite the bullet even if he knows that he will lose, although he also hits all three shots, but the gold content is self-evident. Simon's three shots took only a quarter of Wyatt's sniper's time, and if the two were to face each other, Wyatt's side would have to die four times at the beginning.

Jonathan felt his face rise, and waved his fist and shouted, "Humph! Hayes beating the Black Mountain Bear Demon is like playing! For the sake of my buddy's good temper, Roches, hand over your pistol quickly, and if you are a man, you will admit defeat! ”

"It's not over!" Roches roared, beckoning his men to order, "Go! Take the bottom of the box! Again to Simon's calm eyes, Rochestes has a lot of respect, that is the natural respect for those of equal strength, the condescending attitude disappeared, replaced by a tone of discussion: "Mr. Hayes, please forgive Wyatt for the rudeness just now, you have proven your strength, now, I, Vincent Roches, on behalf of Wyatt Mercenary Company, sincerely recruit you to join the team, Wyatt's salary has always been generous, and never in arrears, Jonathan can testify, what is your will?" ”

"I refuse." Simon said without hesitation, he saw that people were intuitive, and if he didn't mention the knot, the sniper rifle alone was worth Wyatt's every possible trick, and it would undoubtedly be asking for trouble to join again.

Rochester's face darkened suddenly, his hands were on his hips, the mercenaries were touching their rifles intentionally or unintentionally, the shooting range was outside the town, and the two teams exchanged fire and the mayor of Blackwater would not care at all.

"My buddy has already refused, Rochest, I don't mind getting some coins next time I have a job, second-order sniper, I'm afraid you won't be able to recruit you!" Jonathan's voice was like a bell, a few points were missing, and the giant man carried a double/barrel shotgun, whether it was a hot weapon or a cold weapon, it was quite competent.

The errand runner sent the so-called "bottom of the box", which is an M14EBR precision marksman rifle, which Simon played during the training of recruits, and the army uses it just because it is economical.

Rochester handed the M14EBR to Drake, pulled the hem of the waistcoat, and said, "You won the first round, and the second round didn't start to want to leave, then my boys didn't feast their eyes on it, but they were going to make a fuss, come on!" You two go to the shooting range and fight freely! Whoever lives is a complete winner! ”

"What if I don't agree?" Simon clasped the bullet into the magazine.

Rochester snapped his fingers, the mercenaries brushed their rifles together, and Jonathan roared, "What do you mean! Fight? Big bears love to fight! ”

"Oh, oh, oh, take it easy, old friend." Rochester snorted, and immediately revealed the ruthlessness and cunning that mercenaries should have.

"You have two choices, Mr. Hayes, one, don't play the next round, and then I kill a few people, you die, I spend some coins to fix your sniper rifle, and I win."

"Two, you play the next round, you die, I take your gun, or my man dies, you are safe, you win the reward, and then, you win."

"Trust me, you have a chance to win."