Power of Money novel Chapter 452

A sniper?

Jordan's pupils began to shrink, and his eyes looked at the floor-to-ceiling window on the side of the box near the amber in horror.

"There's no need to look at it. Even the worst sniper knows that he'll take advantage of the commanding height to control the target's scene..."

Jason said faintly, wondering whether Jordan's words were true or not.

His family was in this line of business, and he didn't even know these common sense?

Then, he waved his hand. After knocking Jordan's bodyguard unconscious on the ground, Ahhao took Jordan out.

Downstairs were Haward and Qiang, who had been waiting for a long time.

These two people were Zhao Zihao's former subordinates who went to other places and drew back the former members of the special forces.

Haward, originally named Haward, was an Felony City. He used to serve in the fire support team of a special force in the southeast military area. After retirement, he opened a gym in his hometown. After receiving the recruitment news of Hansen, he immediately closed the gym and sold it. Then he rushed to Nandu to join the " Huntsman" and continued to serve as the fire support team's accusation.

Qiang, originally named Diego, was a foreigner. He and Lenon, who died on the abandoned construction site, were from the same village. He once served in the fire support team of a special force in the southeast military area. After retirement, he was placed in a certain unit in his hometown to be a security guard and recruit staff. After receiving the news of Hansen's recruitment, he fired his work at once and rushed to Nandu to join "Hunter". He and Haward formed a two-person group to be responsible for the fire support.

After Ahhao pressed Jordan into the car, he handed the staff over to the two and then got into a car behind him with Jason. He followed the modified Buick GL88 and slowly drove toward the suburbs.

"Young master, this person... Are you sure you want to send him to the training base?"

In the car, Ah Hao asked with uncertainty.

"At present, our venue has just been completed, and the staff has just been put in place. Although with the help of the Southern Military Region, the corresponding measures in the base have been completed very quickly, now we have exposed this goal to an outsider. I am worried..."

"You don't have to worry." Jason waved his hand and asked, "Has Fabian promised to send us a batch of eliminated guns?"

"We've arrived."

"How about using it?" Jason asked.

"Well... To be honest, when we were in the special forces, we used the most advanced weapons and ammunition in the army. This batch of knocked out guns had been behind us for more than seventeen years. Even if we went to the black market to buy it, I'm afraid that it would be much more advanced than this batch of firearms. Why did Master Qin need to give up second best and use such a big relationship to get these almost abandoned weapons?"

As for the base construction, Hansen did not choose to listen to what Jason liked.

He knew the significance of the existence of this base.

He also knew how determined Jason was. He wanted to develop the base into a big scale in the shortest time possible.

However, he deeply knew that rifles with a range of 700 meters were always inferior to sniper rifles which accurately reached the enemy's eyes when the bullet was 2,000 meters away from the border.

In today's development of modern technology, the strength and weakness of weapons were more and more determined who would be the winner of the battle.

And he knew what the price of the most advanced weapons on the black market was.

However, he didn't know why Jason didn't want to set his eyes on the black market. Instead, he used such a big relationship to find Fabian and bring a batch of firearms that were about to be eliminated. It was really unreasonable.

It didn't seem like a merchant's job to fail to get what he had paid and reported.

Jason smiled and turned his head, looking at Hansen, who was driving with a serious face.

He knew that this man was not the kind of person who talked too much.

But for soldiers, guns were their lives!

In addition to his comrades-in-arms, it was the most trustworthy thing.

Moreover, this batch of knocked-out guns was indeed a little abrupt compared with the generous ones he put in the base.