When the furry beast appeared in the sniper lens, it was not known that the death date was approaching.

At this time, the groundhog, who had just gained freedom, was hunching his body and jumping in the grass, and the yellowish-colored hair appeared and faintly among the green grass tips.

Because he lives underground most of his time, his eyes that seem bright actually have limited vision and cannot see that there are two black holes five hundred meters away aiming at it. He looks for the best time to tear its seemingly strong body apart with a bullet with a steel core.

Bartre's bullet is as thick as an adult's index finger. Even an ordinary car must be penetrated, forming a hole the size of a palm at the bullet hole.

What's more, earth creatures composed of organic matter.

The lethality of Remington's shotgun is also amazingly terrifying.

This hunting rifle is mainly used to help wealthy people around the world take risks, kill lions, tigers, elephants, rhinos and other animals for fun.

Sally didn't give me too much time to hesitate. One minute is a fast-fire competition for snipers who often lurk in hidden places for dozens of hours.

But when the cross aiming line on the sniper quickly locked the groundhog's figure, I was not in a hurry to pull the trigger.

I knew that the white man not far away was also aiming at this poor animal.

When the sound of the Remington shotgun sounded in my ears, I saw the groundhog chewing grass roots jumping up half of his body.

The other half of the body tilted towards the grass on the other side.

The bullets were so arrogant that they tore the little beast with their belts.

I could even see the blood mist formed as the flesh and blood with white bones splashed out.

This is the real abuse! The person who was hit has no corpse.

Thinking about the fate of a person being accidentally penetrated by a mortar as thick as an arm and then shattered his torso and flew out.

Perhaps the moment it soared, the nerves were not dead yet. In the round eyes, they were watching themselves suddenly fly to a high altitude they had never been to before.

Then, this unprecedented experience was forced to break, as another bullet smashed its skull and blew all the brain nerves.

I got up from the ground, picked up the Barrett sniper rifle and returned to Lisa's side, and placed the gun on the platform.

The arrogant girl looked serious and her lips were pursed.

Two gunshots in succession proved that both the white man and I had shooting actions.

And what the result is still unknown.

The white man also came over with his beloved hunting rifle at this time. From the corner of his slightly bent mouth and his proud smile, he was sure that he had hit the little animal.

The next gunshot easily made him guess that my bullets were empty.

Who asked us to hit the same target, and his gun speed was a moment faster than mine.

The white man who was placing a groundhog was searching for the dead animal corpse at the end of the shooting range to verify the shooting effect.

A moment later, he returned with the forelimb of groundhog that was connected to the wreckage and threw the piece of minced meat in front of us.

Then he shrugged in disbelief.

"They all hit it!"

The white man who put the target said.

The white man holding the shotgun's smile froze, and immediately walked to the piece of meat to check it out. Then he turned his head in surprise and looked at me, then waved his arms to Lisa and shouted, "Coincidence, this is such a coincidence!"

But Lisa ignored him.

From the performance of the white man, she could see that the groundhog was first hit by him and then flew into the air.

I found that point the moment the groundhog was bounced away and hit the target accurately.

The man took less than half a minute to aim.

And it took me less than half a second.

Whoever has the better marksmanship can determine the right one.

"You can come with me."

After the girl finished speaking, she turned around and walked towards the house on the other end of the shooting range.

When I walked into this not-so-tidy room, she moved a chair and let me sit down.

"Coffee or tea?"

"No, I just want to buy a gun and go back."

I looked at her with a smile.

"Okay, wait, my uncle will talk to you about this soon."

After she said that, she stepped out the door.

Judging from her name and manner, her arrogance had disappeared without realizing it, and her expression had become solemn and serious, as if she had changed her own person.

Next, the seemingly decadent and cynical gun shop owner walked in.

"What is your life, sir?"

"List."

I said with a smile.

“Hunt.

Are you from China?”

He stretched out his hand to me as an introduction, his gray eyes were full of curiosity.

"Yes."

I'll go back truthfully.

“What’s wrong with you here?

travel?

Work?

still?"

He continued to ask.

Seeing that I was just smiling, he smiled.

“Please don’t mind.

I just want to invite you to our club.

I wonder if you would like to be one of us?”

He said sincerely.

"Mr. Hunter, I don't understand.

I just want to buy a handy gun.”

I smiled and looked at his reaction.

"Oh, of course.

With your ability, you can completely own the guns sold in our store.

However, are you sure you won't join our club?

This is very beneficial, such as free trials of guns, regular hunting activities, and... some good opportunities to make money."

He asked with a bewitching voice, raising his eyebrows.

“Of course, I don’t refuse anything new.

As long as it is not restricted to me and has appropriate benefits.

However, I don’t believe that the world will lose free pie.”

I looked at Hunter teasingly.

From the face of this middle-aged white man, I can't tell where he came from.

However, as we talked, I gradually understood the rules of this club.

The Hunter club is nominally a gathering place for shooting enthusiasts in this country.

In fact, he is a headhunter of a mercenary.

He used the gun club as a guise to attract people who were good at using guns in this country.

Then, based on the membership situation, they are recommended to some security companies and mercenary organizations.

Thus earning commissions.

I believe he will also have contacts with some unclean killer companies.

Of course, people who can be seen by him are not ordinary people.

Many rules must be understood, so he has this confidence.

Africa is a place of turmoil, and to be honest, no country is considered peaceful.

It is a pleasure to be able to obtain a well-trained, murderous mercenary unit by hiring.

Joining a club is one thing, and whether to join a mercenary force or killer organization is another thing.

If I were just an ordinary person and were at ease to be Chen Nuo's bodyguard, of course I wouldn't need to do anything extra.

But what I am looking for is Charlie. If he is still in this country, he will inevitably look for military protection.

Then I may know the movements of some mercenaries from Henry, the middleman.

With this in mind.

I promised Henry's invitation.

"You won't regret it."

He smiled meaningfully and shook hands with me tightly, and then took the membership contract I signed.
Chapter completed!