Follow the nightingale onwards, crossing most of the gluttonous streets, and coming directly to the back alleys of a row of small restaurants.

It's a breeding ground for wild dogs and rats, and the aisles are filled with water and garbage cans, and the smell in the air feels poisonous.

The chances of finding a corpse in such a place are far greater than finding a living person, right? But the nightingale let go of Zhang Lan's hand and led the way towards the depths of the alley.

The man they were looking for was sleeping next to the garbage can at the moment, with two rats crawling on his body, and the wild dog sniffed his smell and turned away with a disgusted face.

He guesses dead, right? But he was still holding an empty wine bottle in his hand, and the inferior liquor was packed in 4 catties, the degree was about the same as that of industrial alcohol, and there was not a drop left, which was probably his "cause of death", right?

"Is he still alive?" Zhang Lan got closer, and could vaguely hear the slightest snoring.

Looking at his appearance, with sloppy white hair and white beard, wrinkles on his face, red rosacea, and tattered clothes, the image of an old beggar jumped on the page.

"His name is Yi Fang, he used to be the commander of the most powerful sniper brigade in the army, some people say that he can use any sniper equipment, more than 20% of the limited range of 100 shots and 100 hits, I was fortunate to join the team when he simulated sparring exercises, but I didn't win once. If there is anyone else in this city who is the soldier I am serving, there are only two, one is him, and the other is the commander of the three armies, Lieri. ”

The nightingale looked at the old man in front of him who could be called a teacher, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"Why did he become like this?" Zhang Lan half-squatted beside the old man in confusion.

"I don't know, I only know that the elite sniper team he led was besieged by a group of ferocious bandits, and the definition given to them at the time was missing, it took him a full 15 days to return to Xiaoyao City, and all 10 people he accompanied died on the road, but that group of bandits is said to be a group of bandits, all hanged, I heard that there are more than 200 numbers, and even heavy weapons, and they did not kill our Yi Fang." That was 3 years ago, and Nightingale didn't know why Yi Fang was discharged from the army after he returned.

Since then, he has been drinking day and night, and all his past friends and disciples have been eaten by him, until now, everyone looks at him pitifully and disgustingly. You're looking for a sniper, and you won't find a better one in MEsus. Nightingale recommended with a touch of conscience.

"Drinking like this every day, can you still retain your sniper skills?" Zhang Lan was very suspicious, he pushed Yi Fang and called, "Hello old man, junior Zhang Lan came to visit." ”

shouted 5 times in a row, and Yi Fang on the ground didn't give a response like a corpse. There was no way, Zhang Lan got up and walked out of the alley, looked left and right to find a small shop, discussed a few sentences, bought a large bottle of whiskey and walked back.

Zhang Lan had to pull the cap of the bottle openly, to be honest, in this kind of pungent smell, no matter how good the wine is, it will smell rancid, but as soon as Yi Fang on the ground smelled it, he sat up like a zombie whose spell had been removed.

"6 years old inferior whisky, 57% alcohol, too much artificial flavor, but still great! Nightingale, your friend? Friend, please let me drink! After Yi Fang finished licking his lips, he reached out to get the wine bottle.

Zhang Lan hurriedly took the wine behind him and said with a smile, "Don't worry, senior, junior brother heard that your marksmanship is very good." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Lan handed his viper revolver to Yi Fang, "Can you show it?" ”

"Okay!" Yi Fang was unequivocal, took the pistol and raised his hand to shoot, and a gunshot echoed in the back alley, Zhang Lan looked along the trajectory of the trajectory, 3 kilometers away was a mansion with glazed tiles, but it seemed that the bullet did not cause damage to it.

"Your eyesight is limited, so use this to see."

The nightingale handed Zhang Lan a tactical telescope, and after magnifying it, he saw that on the roof, there was a ceramic stone lion about the size of a fist, and the indescribable parts between the hind paws were castrated off by bullets.

Zhang Lan was really shocked, it was 3 kilometers, equipped with a high-speed long-range pit revolver, and it could only theoretically reach a range of 2 kilometers, even if Zhang Lan used a ripper to stabilize his recoil and parameter correction, he could only guarantee that he could hit a unit of this size from 1.8 kilometers away.

And to calculate this kind of shooting, it also requires a pause of at least 1 second.

But just now, the whole process from selecting the target to raising the gun to aim and shoot took only 1 second to complete, and after exceeding the firing range by 50%, the target hit was only the size of a coin.

Zhang Lan was still stunned, and Yi Fang had already snatched the wine bottle and raised the bottle to blow.

"Got it? He's such a person. You shoot with data parameters, I shoot with intuition and reaction, but Yi Fang shoots with the eye of the heart. No matter how bad his physical condition is, no matter how old he is, as long as he holds the gun and decides to shoot, he will definitely be able to hit. Some forces can't be explained, like why is your head so bright? Where's the reason? Nightingale sighed faintly.

"Senior, I am the fifty captain of the Greedy Wolf Battalion Lanye Team, and I sincerely invite you to join." Zhang Lan said directly.

"Don't." Yi Fang, who was holding the wine bottle and burping, was also very direct.

"I can guarantee you a good drink every day, how?" Zhang Lan was tempted.

"Yes!" Yi Fang shouted.

"Then you need to join our team."

"Don't." Yi then refused.

"Do you want a drink?" Zhang Lan asked again.

"Yes!"

I just went back and forth a dozen times, but I still didn't continue the topic.

"Senior, you're really embarrassed for me."

Zhang Lan is also tired and sits on the ground, he is good at analyzing all kinds of human nature, and turning it into data to count what methods can be used to obtain the greatest benefits in negotiations, but obviously this kind of calculation has no effect on Yi Fang.

Because you don't know how drunk he is, his thinking is illogical, and all the parameters are meaningless to the drunk.

"Little brother, do you know who I am? I'm basically a wreck, why are you bothering me? After drinking the last drop of the bottle, Yi Fang lowered his forehead, as if he was a little sober.

"I don't care what you've been through, I don't care who you are, as long as you still have that skill, you're the person I'm looking for." Zhang Lan said firmly, determined to win.

"Nightingale's eyes are very poisonous, and the boss she is willing to follow must not be too bad, but I have vowed not to bury all my brothers, and I will never enter the gate of the army again." Yi Fang sighed.

"I'll help you find the body until you get it back." Zhang Lan agreed.

"Do you know where to look? They died in the wilderness, many places had to cross the S-class mission area, why do you think they died? Yi Fang sneered.

"I know, that's why I said, help you find the body." Zhang Lan was unmoved.