Wang Qiang looked at Zhang Feifei who was jumping and running far away in a daze, and he was a little depressed.

At this time, the sunset has set on the horizon, and the last trace of afterglow has been stingily received, and the night has come.

After being alone for a while, and after recovering some mental strength, Wang Qiang took out the bullet bag and began to collect the bullet shells with the help of the twilight shimmer. These recovered shells can be reprocessed, which can reduce some expenses, and it is better to cherish and grasp what is in front of you than to grab what may belong to someone else with thousands of people.

At this time, Yang Ming, the commander of Company C, walked up to Wang Qiang and looked at Wang Qiang, who was kneeling on the ground to pick up the bullet casing.

Originally, Yang Ming planned to scold this daring guy first, and then turn one hundred and eighty degrees to praise the young man's outstanding scout ability, and was thinking about whether to recruit this guy to join the Huangquan Mercenary Group.

However, when Yang Ming saw the appearance of crawling on the ground searching for bullet shells, his nose couldn't help but sour, and the brewed words came to the side of his mouth, and he couldn't make a sound.

Yang Ming pondered, as an elite sniper of the Huangquan Mercenary Group, when did he lean over and pick up the bullet casings!

Patting Wang Qiang on the shoulder, Yang Ming said admiringly: "Boy, it's hard and simple, and you know how to recover bullet shells after the battle, if my soldiers have half of your consciousness, the money that the Huangquan Mercenary Regiment spends on the sniper battalion every year can be tens of thousands less!"

Hearing this, Wang Qiang raised his head to look at his temporary boss and showed a sincere smile.

Yang Ming was familiar with it, and then asked, "How can you find the traces of zombies from such a distance?"

Wang Qiang looked at Yang Ming and smiled, and continued to bury his head in cleaning up the bullet casings on the ground. Everyone has secrets, and they have the right to keep secrets. Wang Qiang didn't want to answer, but said: "I didn't see the thing you shot me with a sniper rifle just now."

Yang Ming was startled, and then cold sweat broke out from his back. Yang Ming asked a little strangely, "How do you know that I shot you with a gun?"

"Because I saw it." Wang Qiang replied lightly.

"I'm sorry, I thought you deliberately broke military discipline and disturbed the morale of the army, but it turned out that you were right." Yang Ming replied.

"I understand, in fact the situation was also critical, and now you see it." Wang Qiang said.

"I just want to ask you, how did you manage to find the traces of zombies at such a distance?" Yang Ming was unyielding.

Wang Qiang looked at Yang Ming and smiled, and said while cleaning up the bullet casings on the ground: "There is a unique smell of zombies in the wind, I can smell it."

Yang Ming was stunned when he heard this, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses and said, "This is indeed an amazing ability!"

"Is it ability? I didn't notice. Wang Qiang was puzzled.

……

Yang Ming left a bag of sniper bullets, and then rushed back to the headquarters to regain sight from the regiment commander, while Wang Qiang still packed up the bullet casings. After Wang Qiang picked up his own bullet casings, he began to pick up the ones left by others, which can be recycled! In Xiacheng, except for Lin Er's second stroke, no one else will waste every bullet, Wang Qiang thought.

At this time, a white-clothed figure appeared not far in front of Wang Qiang. Wang Qiang was a little surprised, because this figure was discovered by himself a second later than others. Spotting an enemy on the battlefield a second later is a deadly thing!

Wang Qiang looked up and saw that this white-clothed figure turned out to be Han Yuntian, the leader of the Yuntian squad who was fighting together.

"Nice lurking." Wang Qiang said.

Han Yuntian was stunned for a moment, obviously surprised by Wang Qiang's ability to perceive, knowing that his stealth level was the envy of many experienced assassins.

Han Yuntian looked at Wang Qiang, and the cherry on his delicate face opened lightly: "I want to tell you that the zombie just now was killed by you, and I saw it all." I just want to ask you, how did you do that?"

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, and then asked honestly and knowingly: "Which one?" ”

"Of course it's that one, you know." Han Yuntian said.

"I forgot, hehe." Wang Qiang continued to pick up the shells.

Han Yuntian took out his bullet bag, put it in front of Wang Qiang, and said, "You tell me, this bag of sniper armor-piercing bullets will belong to you."

Wang Qiang replied with a smile: "This bag of bullets is not a good habit. Thank you for your kindness, I don't need to. ”

"So how did you do it? I hit at least a few bullets on that zombie, but you can't do any damage, but you can kill it! How, exactly, did you do that?" Han Yuntian asked reluctantly.

After being silent for a long time, Wang Qiang said: "The reason is very simple, precision strike, repeat strike."

When Han Yuntian heard this, thunder and thunderbolt rumbled in his mind, and a door in the sniper field that seemed to have never been pushed open quietly cracked.

"Thank you, I don't quite understand, but I think I will." Han Yuntian turned around and walked down the hill.

There were thousands of zombies killed tonight, several hundred of them were mutated zombies, and the reward offered by the military was not a small amount, and all the corpse hunters and bounty hunters who had made a profit were so happy that they couldn't keep their mouths together.

Originally, a zombie tide of this scale appeared in the wild, and it was too late for any team to write a suicide note when they encountered it alone, and the king of Hades shouted to leave, but following behind the Huangquan mercenary group was a naked harvest! Who doesn't love picking up money while walking?

Luo Huangquan stood in front of the third-order zombie who was killed by Wang Qiang, thinking about it, and there were many staff officers around him who were commenting.

At this time, the surrounding zombie corpses have been cleaned up and placed in an open space.

"Brother Quan, look, this zombie's head is strange." The subordinate thought the officer said.

Luo Huangquan used his foot to stir the zombie's head, and there was a small hole in the skull temple.

Luo Huangquan waved the death sickle in his hand and gently slashed at the zombie's head, and as soon as the blade of the sickle touched the zombie's head, there was a sound of gold and iron clashing.

Luo Huangquan frowned slightly, his fifth-level strength was so huge, and a casual blow could not bring trauma to the zombies, so if he wanted to kill it with a bullet...... I'm afraid it's not realistic.

In order to verify his idea, Luo Huangquan took out a matching gun and slammed it on the zombie's head. After the gunshot, the zombie's head was still intact, with only a slight collapse of the nostrils.

At this time, the military medical officer of the Huangquan Mercenary Regiment took out a seriously deformed bullet from the zombie's skull with disinfectant gloves and used tweezers to hand it to Luo Huangquan.

"Commander, please see, this bullet is not a sniper bullet rationed to us by the military, but an ordinary standard rifle armor-piercing bullet. In other words, the person who killed this zombie could only be one of those bounty hunters. The medic pointed to the members of the corpse hunting team who were fighting for loot in the wilderness.