The road was very smooth. It took nearly an hour to travel through almost the entire city. When I was about to arrive at my destination, the three cars chose a place to pull over and parked.

After Yarebin got off the car, the other black demons quickly leaned over. Yarebin looked at his watch slowly, looked up and smiled: "Forty-four minutes have passed. According to common sense, the enemy should have received news of the attack of his accomplices. However, judging from our previous two actions, the communication between the enemies was not very frequent. In addition, according to the confession, the enemy was acting scattered. If there were major actions, they would gather together. If there was no major event, they would fight each other. Therefore, we still have the possibility of launching a surprise attack, but this requires careful reconnaissance."

"Let's go."

Yarebin waved his hand and smiled and said, "No, I'll go, because I can get close to the enemy as safest as I can. Who would pay attention to an old man like me?"

After saying that, Yarebin smiled and said, "If you can launch a raid, everything will be the same. You know how to do it. If we lose the suddenness of the action, then we have to try to attack forcibly. In this way, boss, can your ability to fight indoors be as good as your marksmanship?"

Gao Yang laughed in a low voice: "I often appear as a assaulter. Believe me, I am very familiar with and good at fighting indoors, or fighting from the outside to the inside."

Yarepin nodded, then chuckled, "Waiting for me."

After saying that, Yarebin walked forward slowly with a cane, and after turning a link, he disappeared from Gao Yang and their vision.

Turning around the street intersection, walking up to more than 200 meters, the enemy was hiding. Seeing Yarebin's figure disappearing behind the street intersection, Gao Yang frowned and said, "Don't you follow me and take a look?"

"Of course not, then our captain went to reconnaissance in person."

After saying something lightly, Talta turned his neck, opened the trunk of the car he was riding in, opened the box containing the gun, and whispered: "Who uses the sniper rifle to provide support?"

Vasily shouted: "I'll do it, but I haven't used this in twenty years."

Grevatov said in a deep voice: "Then I will do it. I often hunt some prey on the farm."

Grevatov took out the VS Silent Sniper Rifle from the box, and Talta stretched out his hand and whispered: "Give me your pistol."

After getting Makarov from Grevatov's pb******, Tarta reached out and picked up two more magazines and whispered: "If you attack, there will be more bullets. Listen, I hope you can hit it a little more when covering me."

Gao Yang also wanted a magazine. Now he had an empty magazine, and Talta took the initiative to give him a full magazine, so even if Talta refused to give him a magazine, it would be okay to give him some bullets.

After looking at Gao Yang, Talta grabbed a magazine without waiting for Gao Yang to speak and whispered: "You can get one more. There are too many and it won't be used, but one is still a little less."

Gao Yang smiled and took the magazine given by Talta. At this time, Rotstosky laughed and said loudly: "Wow, Talta actually took the initiative to give someone a magazine. It's so rare. You won't give someone a bullet from you."

Tarta gave Rotstosky a blank look and said dissatisfiedly: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Gao Yang took out the empty magazine in his pocket, handed it to Talta and whispered: "Give it back to you."

Talta said lightly: "Do you want to fill it?"

Gao Yang thought for a while and whispered: "No, two magazines are enough."

At this time, Rotstosky said: "Hi, Talta, are you feeling the pressure? This young man looks good at shooting skills. Maybe he is stronger than you. Look, our boss only has two magazines, and you have four of you!"

Talta sneered disdainfully, then closed the box cover.

In fact, what Gao Yang wanted to say was that if two magazines could not solve the problem, it would not matter whether the gunshot sound was big or small. He also had his own pistol, and two magazines were enough, but with Rotstosky's cheering, what he said seemed to have changed.

Talta still looked disdainful. After closing the trunk again, he said to everyone beside him with a sarcastic look: "I'm going to use a gun, don't drag me back later."

Lebedev glanced at Talta and whispered in a faint voice: "You are drunk, and I train those soldiers every day. You haven't touched the gun for more than 20 years, and I'm shooting every day. Talta, what you should worry about is yourself. Swinging a hammer and shooting is not the same thing. You can still swing the hammer head, but it doesn't mean you can still shoot."

Talta looked very angry. His nose turned red because he drank too much and then twitched violently for a few times, and said with anger: "So what? No matter how much I drink, you don't want to catch up with me. I was the king of guns back then, but now I am still, look at me!"

Talta opened the trunk again in anger, took out the vodka inside and gulped two sips, whispered a sip of alcohol, and said loudly: "I'll still be better than you after drinking. If you don't believe me, let's try it. So what if I take a few sips first and go on the road? Will it affect me?"

Gao Yang was a little nervous. These old men of the black devil were all indifferent to life and death and were not afraid of anything. They could do two things before the war, but he couldn't do it. He didn't want to accompany a drunk black devil to act as the first vanguard to score the first goal.

Fortunately, he was still sober, and Lebedev said with disdain, "What's the point of drinking a few sips? If you have a sip, you drink two bottles before going? Do you drink? Do you drink? Do you dare to have a captain here? Idiot, after so many years, you are still so idiot. OK, I'll compete with you after I'm done, and see who is the gun king of the black devil? You old alcoholic, you're done, the name of the hammer was snatched away because you can't compare with others with the hammer. Now your gun king's name has to belong to me. If you smell the stinky smell of your own wine, you should know that you're done!"

Tarta narrowed his eyes, pointed at Lebedev, and said confidently: "Okay, I'll wait for you, let me see how you lost to me after practicing marksmanship for more than twenty years."

Some people are joking about some old men, and some are joking about some old men. In short, they are as relaxed as a group of old men chatting normally.

Only Gao Yang is more nervous because these old men have lived enough, but he hasn't lived enough. He is still young and has a long life. The most important thing is that the greatest meaning of the Black Devil's life is gone, and he is different.
Chapter completed!