Chapter 75 Chapter Seventy-Five

This sniper rifle weighs more than six kilograms and is just over one meter long.It is heavy at both ends, like a pair of barbells, and for this reason, it is almost always used in the prone position.The gun was now in his right hand, and the folding bipod under the muzzle had been stowed away.His movements are fast, but very organized.Already killed one.He didn't want to kill another one.That's it for tonight. He looked back over his shoulder.Nothing but darkness.After walking another six or seven meters, he entered the forest.From there he could walk through the woodland in just five minutes.There is a car parked there.Just drive fast and you can get out of here before the police set up a roadblock.He likes the area, the grounds are huge and there aren't enough police officers to do the necessary control.

He stopped and turned around. The sirens were blaring, yes, but there was something else, something unexpected. His left hand slid to his waist. "One more centimeter of your hand and your intestines are about to explode." His hand immediately stopped in place. Puller did not come out of the woods.He didn't know if the guy in front of him was just a person.His submachine gun was always aimed at the opponent. "One, grab the barrel of that gun of yours and throw it aside. Two, lie face down on the ground with your hands clasped behind your head, eyes closed, and legs out to the sides .”

The man let the butt of the sniper rifle face forward, put it on the ground, grabbed the barrel of the gun with his hand and threw it two meters away.It hit the ground with a thud, kicking up some dry grass and dust. "The first step is done, now the second step." Puller said. "How did you get ahead of me?" the man asked. Puller didn't like his question, but even less the tone in which he asked it.Unhurried, frankly expressed curiosity, as if he didn't care about the consequences of being subdued.The man's gaze scanned the front.Could it be that there is really an impact spotter hiding there?A backup squad came to take him away?

"Fortunately, my bearings were accurate," Puller said. "I made a logical judgment and ran to get here." "I didn't hear your footsteps." "That's right. Why did you kill Dickie?" "I do not know what you're talking about." "Rapple bullets aren't very common here, I bet." "Get out of it, Pooler, start now. I think you really should." Puller didn't like the change in front of him even more.For a moment, it seemed that the guy on the opposite side pointed a gun at Puller, pointing him to a way out.

"I'm listening," Puller said. "I'm sure you've realized long ago that you get nothing out of me. I'm under no obligation to do what you want from me." "Eight people are dead. You must have had a very good reason for killing them." Puller's finger slid over the MP5's trigger guard.Once the finger is inside the guard ring, it means he is going to fire. "There must be a reason." "You say it, maybe we'll make a deal." "I don't see it that way." "You are so loyal to them?" "If you will use such a word to describe it. I was caught by you. It was my fault and I am willing to take responsibility for it."

"Get face down. I won't repeat my orders." Puller turned his gun on him.If you shoot at this close range, this guy is dead. The butt of the MP5 submachine gun rests on his right pectoral muscle, and the M11 pistol in his left hand is locked at a thirty-degree elevation angle. The man fell to his knees and hit the ground on his belly.He started clasping his hands together, but suddenly one hand reached for his waist. Puller fired a round into the man's arm with an M11.Then Puller quickly moved to the left and dodged behind a big tree.The muzzle flash had already revealed his position.He didn't shoot the guy in the deadly part because there was no need to.It was very difficult for the man to aim and shoot at Puller just now, but now it was impossible for him to raise the gun to point at Puller with both arms injured.There are probably two reasons why this guy reached for his gun just now.

One, he wants Poole to kill him. Puller decided not to grant his wish.He wants to leave the interrogation alive. Second, he wanted Puller to give away his bearings by firing the gun.To avoid this outcome, Puller had moved and hid behind a tree. Puller waited for fire to be fired at him from another location.Nobody shoots here. Puller glanced at the wounded guy.He still lay there with blood gushing from his arms.Not blood from the artery, because Puller didn't shoot that way. The man's hand slid under his body, and Pooler noticed it a little too late.Gunshots rang out. "Shit," Puller muttered.He saw the man's upper body twitch violently, and then he fell completely on the ground.The bullet exited the man's back.Right to the heart.Close shot.He gave himself a shot.

Puller lost a potential witness.Whoever these people are, they have a drive to die for something. Deciding to choose death is not an easy thing.This guy knew he screwed up and was about to fall into the enemy's hands, and it seemed that from that moment on he made up his mind to die. Puller relaxed for a moment.This is almost a fatal mistake. He parried the stabbing knife with the barrel of the gun, but the man slammed Puller's arm with the other hand, and Puller dropped the MP5 to the ground.Puller raised the M11 in his left hand, but his opponent kicked it sideways with a jump, knocking it to the ground as well.The man rushed forward, the sharp blade in his hand fluttering back and forth in different directions, trying to confuse Puller.He was about 1.87 meters tall and weighed 85 kilograms. He had thick black hair against his dark and thin face, showing a calm, indifferent and cold demeanor that only a professional murderer would have.

Pooler, however, is also no stranger to killing people. Puller squeezed the man's knife arm against his body, immobilizing it, then bent down and slammed his head into the man's throat.The sharp knife fell to the ground with a bang.Puller turned around, grabbed the man's head with his right hand and pulled it to the right, while at the same time hitting the man's head hard on the left side of the neck with the elbow of his left arm. A gurgling sound came from the man's throat, and blood began to trickle from his nose and mouth. "Give up your resistance and you've got a life, you bastard," Puller said.

The man continued to struggle.He kicked Puller in the groin with his leg, and went out with his hand to Puller's eyes.While annoying, this is manageable.Puller wanted him to live.However, when the guy reached for the M11 pistol behind Puller's back and tried to pull it out of the holster, Puller finally came to the conclusion that although he had to lose a prisoner worthy of questioning, he would always survive. Much better than dying in the opponent's hands. Puller turned completely behind his opponent, wrapped his long arm elbow-up around his injured neck, grabbed the man's upper body with his other hand, and pulled hard in two different directions.When the man couldn't help screaming, Puller pulled him off the ground, spun him around a few times, and slammed his horizontally spinning body against the nearest large tree.After hearing the sound of the spine snapping, Puller threw the opponent to the ground.Panting heavily, he fixed his eyes on the fuzzy mass of flesh and blood under his feet.He picked up the sharp knife, serrated edge, worn handle, obviously a weapon the man had used for a long time.The knife was supposed to taste his blood again.Puller has no regrets about what he just did.

"Pooler!" He looked to the right.He recognized Cole's voice. "I'm here. Don't come here yet. I killed a sniper and his accomplice, and probably others. I'm fine." Ten minutes later Cole asked, "Can we go there?" Puller's eyes searched the edge of the woodland again. "Ok." Cole and two of her officers came into Pooler's view a few minutes later. "Puller?" "On your right." He stepped out, showing them where he was. Cole and her officers quickly ran to Puller and the two fallen bodies. Puller got down on one knee and turned the sniper over. "Shine a flashlight in his face." Cole complied. The police officer named Lu couldn't help but let out a big breath."That's the guy pretending to be Trivell," he said. Puller stood up. "I guess it's him." "How?" Lu asked. "He fits the description of the man you described earlier. Now we know that not only can he kill at close range, but he's also a good sniper." Lu looked at another bloody corpse. "What the hell did you do to him?" "I killed him," Pooler replied simply, "before he killed me." "Dickie Strauss over there," Kerr said. "I know." "What is he doing here?" "He came to meet me." Cole looked at the wounds on the sniper's arms and asked, "Did you shoot?" Puller nodded. "The guy went to touch his gun. I think he was trying to get me to kill him. I didn't do that. So he shot himself. I should have expected him to do that. But when a guy goes down Determined to kill himself, when he has a gun in his hand, you have nothing better to do." "I think so," Cole said simply. Puller looked around, then said, "We should cordon off the place. Call Landry Monroe and anyone else who needs to be here, and then you and I need to find a place to talk." "About what?" "many things."