Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 488 No entry for outsiders!

A day later, outside Marquette in northern Wisconsin.

Wisconsin, also known as the Badger State, is close to the Great Lakes region. It has a temperate continental climate with cold winters and hot summers. Its forest coverage rate is 45%, making it the state with the highest forest coverage rate in the United States.

A Chevrolet SUV stopped in front of a fence in the wilderness. The door opened and Song Heping got out.

He glanced at the wooden fence gate in front of him, and then at the wooden sign next to it that had an English warning written on it - Private territory, trespassers will be at their own risk!
A skull was hand-drawn under this sentence, which looked ferocious and scary.

Looking around, there are big trees and weeds everywhere.

There wasn't even a telephone pole in sight.

Song Heping looked at the barbed wire on the fence again. There was a sign on it - High Voltage Electricity, Danger!
There is also a thunderbolt symbol drawn below.

Song Heping checked and found a doorbell and a surveillance camera on a nearby tree, so he pressed them a few times.

There was no movement for a long time.

He pressed it a few more times.

Still no movement.

So he took out his cell phone and started calling Barrett.

It rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Then it went to voicemail.

Song Heping left a message: "Brian, I'm Song Heping, the boss of the defense company I contacted you yesterday. I'm already outside your door. I called you but you didn't answer, so I went inside to wait for you."

About three kilometers away, Barrett glanced at the cell phone beside him, which was lying on the ground and vibrating.

I picked it up and looked at it, and the picture on it showed Song Heping.

So he went into the voicemail and soon heard the message inside.

But he didn't plan to deal with Song Heping immediately.

Since I left the DEA, many people have invited me to return to work, but I'm too lazy to even look at them.

When this person contacted me yesterday, he claimed to be the owner of a defense company.

Barrett guessed that they were here to invite him to join their company, or perhaps some operation needed to be carried out in Mexico, so they invited him.

He is all too familiar with Mexico.

I have been undercover there for six years and have been involved in the drug trafficking group for six years.

But the ending is painful.

He originally wanted to refuse the Chinese man's invitation to meet, but recently he suddenly became interested in this person's identity.

After all, this is the first Chinese person to come to him.

So, as if by some strange coincidence, Barrett agreed to meet and discuss in detail.

But he insisted that if he wanted to see him, he had to come to Wisconsin, to Marquette.

After all, if you ask for help, you should act like you are asking for help.

Barrett has no intention of joining the game, but if they can get along, he is willing to provide some consulting services and give the other party some advice.

Now that people have arrived, Barrett happens to be practicing shooting by the lake. In his opinion, practicing shooting is more important than meeting.

"Just wait and see!"

After saying that, he smiled contemptuously, continued to lie down in front of the scope, and concentrated on aiming.

As for the Chinese man, he can't get in.

Because the warning sign hanging at the door is no joke. There are really all kinds of traps and mines in this private territory of mine.

Wandering around can kill people.

Today's target is a floating ball dangling on the lake surface one thousand meters away.

Barrett likes playing with guns and is very confident in his shooting skills.

He is proficient with all kinds of firearms.

The gun in front of you is the Remington M700, which is the best among civilian sniper rifles.

How good is it?
The military found it easy to use, and on this basis asked Remington to develop a military version of the M700 based on the M24, which shows its excellent and stable performance.

In the past, Barrett could easily hit the bull's eye at a fixed target of one thousand meters.

This time he challenged himself to shoot at surface targets at a distance of one thousand meters.

Surface targets are different from fixed targets on the ground because no matter how calm the water surface is, there will be some shaking, especially today when there is wind, about level five.

The buoy is very restless on the water surface a thousand meters away, and it is not easy to hit it.

bah—

After the first shot was fired, the float did not move at all.

Instead, a splash of water appeared on the right rear side.

"To the right..."

Barrett sighed softly.

After all, it's a difficult subject...

Floating target...

Still one thousand meters.

It's really difficult.

bah—

After the second shot, the float trembled slightly.

This time I could see it clearly through the scope.

Grazing.

He was still not satisfied.

The sniping continues.

Soon, he was immersed in the enjoyment of sniping and forgot that someone was waiting for him outside his door.

However, his performance today was very unstable.

Four out of ten shots hit him.

The hit rate is too low.

This aroused his competitive spirit.

After finishing one magazine, change to another.

Soon, a pile of bullet casings fell around.

After emptying another magazine, Barrett sighed again. He still couldn't get the feeling of hitting the bull's eye today.

What a gunman values most is the feeling of unity between man and gun.

Once you find this feeling and remember it, it will be like opening up your Ren and Du meridians, and you will never lose your gun again at this distance and difficulty.

Just as he was about to collect the empty shells and go back to reload, a man's voice suddenly came from behind him. "There was a whirlwind eight hundred meters away. Didn't you notice it?"

Barrett was startled and jumped up from the ground. He pulled out his pistol as quickly as possible and aimed it at the place where the sound came from.

Standing behind him is a Chinese person.

That's right.

It’s the Chinese man who was standing at the door just now.

Song Heping!
That's his name.

"FUCK! How did you get in here?!"

he almost screamed.

Because he had set up many mines and traps in this large territory. This was because he had been undercover in a Mexican drug cartel for six years and was afraid that his enemies would come to visit.

Without our own guide, it would be impossible to get in unless a professional mine-clearing team was sent.

It would be fine if he just walked in, but when did he stand behind me without me noticing?

It’s evil!
"Oh, I walked in."

Song Heping raised his hands and shook them to indicate that he meant no harm.

"I'm asking how you got here!"

Barrett was so shocked that his voice was distorted.

Song Heping suddenly realized: "You mean those mines and traps? Sorry, I vaguely heard gunshots and waited for you for a long time. I was afraid something might happen to you, so I came in without permission. I didn't expect to find you hiding here practicing shooting. Seeing that you were practicing so seriously, I didn't disturb you. I dismantled some of your traps and mines along the way, but I didn't damage them. You can repair them, it's very simple."

Barrett wanted to speak, but found that he didn't know what to say.

If this person was a killer sent by the drug cartel, he would be dead by now.

After swallowing hard, Barrett asked, "What unit did you train in? Delta? SEALs? SAS?"

He reported the names of some top special forces.

Song Heping shook his head: "No, I haven't been to those places. I served in my home country before, but I was a pig farmer."

"Pig farmer?! FUCK! Pig farmer?!"

Barrett felt insulted.

"Put away your gun first, don't fire it accidentally, I'm not your enemy."

Song Heping comforted him, and at the same time, his eyes fell on the M700 sniper rifle, and he asked curiously: "Can you let me shoot a few shots?"

Barrett put away his pistol, looked back at his sniper rifle, and then looked at Song Heping: "Can you hit it?"

He pointed in the direction of the target.

Song Heping looked into the distance.

The weather is good today, but it is windy, and the wind on the lake will produce some strange whirlwinds due to the temperature and water surface.

Song Heping had just checked with the small monocular in his pocket. The direction of the swaying grass by the water 800 meters away was constantly changing.

This stroke is very tricky.

The wind at the shooting position may be from the left front or left. When you correct to the right, you think you can hit the center of the target, but after the bullet flies 800 meters, it is suddenly affected by the wind in a different direction, causing the bullet to deviate slightly.

It's said to be minor, but the distance is too far. If the bullet deviates even a little bit, it will miss the basketball-sized float.

"Let me try, just three shots, okay?"

Song Heping was actually itching to do it too.

I took a similar subject in 203 that year, but it was more difficult.

I haven't played for a long time, so it's normal to feel itchy.

"Okay, you try."

Barrett squatted down doubtfully, loaded three bullets for Song Heping, and handed the magazine to Song Heping.

Song Heping glanced at the bullets inside and said with a smile, "Reloading, good. What kind of bullet is it?"

When Barrett heard Song Heping asking about Dantou, a light flashed in his pupils.

This means that the guy in front of me is also an expert.

Because the common ammunition for M700 is .300 Chester Magnum ammunition, and the bullet weight of this ammunition is different, it will have different effects in different scenarios.

For example, when using it to hunt deer or larger animals such as buffalo and wild boar, in order to achieve the effect of killing the animal with one shot, the quality of the bullet used is generally better.

When hunting, hunters usually use 200-grain Hornady ELD-X bullets, which can be delivered from the muzzle at a speed of 868 meters per second. This ammunition can knock down most prey within a distance of 500 meters.

However, although the heavy bullet has great lethality and is less affected by crosswinds at medium distances, making it more accurate, the trajectory of the bullet drops significantly at a distance of 1000 meters.

A 200-grain bullet typically drops 1000 inches at 39.3 meters, yet its kinetic energy reaches an astonishing 2800 joules. It is also possible to use a higher mass bullet.
If used, the muzzle velocity can reach 1036 meters per second, and the bullet can maintain supersonic speed up to 1600 meters, which can hit the enemy faster before they can react, and the ballistic drop is not that severe.

However, light bullets also have side effects. They are easy to float because they are light, require higher design skills from snipers, and are more affected by the environment.

Therefore, those who play with light bullet heads are the preferred choice of masters who pursue the ultimate.

"Hornady ELD-M 178-grain bullet."

Barrett responded.

Song Heping smiled and said, "You play quite high-end."

After saying that, he lay down in front of the target, adjusted his posture, picked up the gun, loaded the bullet, and then took aim.

Barrett saw that Song Heping's breathing gradually stabilized and soon became as hard as stone.

He raised his eyebrows.

Experts know the ins and outs.

His breathing was so steady, he must be a master.

bah—

Soon, the first shot was fired.

Song Heping quickly pulled the bolt to eject the shell and reload the gun.