When you're in the Wolf Pack, your ability to obey orders becomes stronger.

Chapter 41 Am I awesome or not?
"Uncle?" Li Dongshui was startled.

"Old Wang?!"

Xu Ge was also quite surprised, "Holy crap, how did you get in?"

"I just came in like this, no one stopped me."

Old Wang from the Northwest crawled into the cave and pulled out two bottles of Coke. "Here, they're chilled. I'll give them to you. Pretty generous, right?"

Xu Ge didn't believe that the shooting range would allow unauthorized personnel to enter, guessing that the other party must have sneaked in while the others were eating.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?" Li Dongshui didn't stand on ceremony and opened a can of Coke and started drinking.

Old Wang from the Northwest patted his satchel: "Delivering goods."

"Old Wang, where's the knife?" Xu Ge asked impatiently, putting down his lunchbox.

"No rush, you eat first."

"What are you eating for? Once my squad leader and the others get here, you won't be able to escape. Hurry up!"

"Alright, you can inspect the goods first." After saying that, Old Wang from the Northwest took out a short knife with a sheath.

Xu Ge quickly took the knife, pulled it out, and examined it closely.

This is a claw knife that looks very high-quality. It is only about 20 centimeters long, with the handle alone taking up more than half of its length.

The light blue handle has a signature anti-slip ring at the end, which, combined with the narrow and gleaming blade, makes it a striking piece of a knife.

Xu Ge quickly brandished the claw knife in front of him, feeling that the entire knife weighed about half a pound, which felt very comfortable to hold.

"Wow, looks like you actually know a thing or two!"

Old Wang from the Northwest glanced at Xu Ge's knife-wielding movements and nodded in approval.

"Old Wang, how much is this knife?"

"3200."

"So expensive!" Xu Ge, who had just taken out his phone to transfer the money, stopped in his tracks.

"This knife is an imported signature model that I specially selected based on your hand shape. It's brand new and unsharpened!"

Old Wang from the Northwest pointed to several holes on the blade, "See? There's even a blood groove. It's the real deal, not a toy!"

"Can you go any lower? It's over budget, I only have a little over two thousand." Xu Ge held the knife with obvious delight; he really liked it.

"Young man, this knife costs 3000 to manufacture, and most people can't even buy it. Plus shipping, you can't expect me to lose money, can you?"

Old Wang from the Northwest thought for a moment, "How about this, you transfer me two thousand first, and I'll pay the rest next month after I get my allowance..."

“I have money, I can lend it to you first.” Li Dongshui put down the lunchbox and took out her phone.

"Need not!"

Xu Ge shook his head and started transferring money, "Old Wang, just like you said, I'll transfer you 2400 first, and I'll pay you back the remaining 800 next month!"

“Okay!” Old Wang from the Northwest readily agreed.

"Then you'd better leave quickly, or you'll get caught!"

"Row!"

After adding each other as friends, Lao Wang from Northwest China left.

. . .

. . .

After crawling out of the trench, Lao Wang from the Northwest did not head towards the gate of the shooting range. Instead, he went to a corner with practiced ease, took a few steps, and then leaped over the barbed wire fence that was more than two meters high.

The Prado was parked in front, and Old Wang from Northwest China opened the passenger door and asked, "Lei Zi, has Lao Lian's location signal appeared?"

The blue-haired youth, known as Lei Zi, nodded and handed over a military-grade screen: "Boss, you'd never guess where Old Face is right now!"

A red dot was flashing on the screen. Old Wang from the Northwest paused for a moment and looked at the snow-capped mountains in front of him.

"So close? Why is your old face all the way to Qiangtang?"

The large snow-capped mountains next to the firing range form the boundary between the two uninhabited areas. On the other side of the snow-capped mountains is the Qiangtang uninhabited area. At this moment, the map shows that Lao Lian's location is less than five kilometers away from here in a straight line!

"Those two newbies must have gone to Qiangtang with the poachers," Lei Zi said casually.

"Didn't the intelligence say that group was going to poach Tibetan antelopes? There are so many in Ali, why would they go to Qiangtang?"

Old Wang from the Northwest frowned. "Something's not right. What about the radio station? Let's see if we can contact Old Face from this distance."

Lei Zi took out a military walkie-talkie, pulled out the antenna, and began calling out: "Old man, old man, answer me if you hear me!"

Swish!
A static crackled, followed by a soft "Hmm."

Lei Zi: "The boss asked why you went to Qiangtang?"

The old man's voice was a little hoarse: "Follow."

"They went with the newbie? That means the poaching gang was there too?"

"Hmm." "Wasn't their target Tibetan antelopes? Or have they changed their plans?"

"Cattle."

Lei Zi and Old Wang from the Northwest seemed to be used to Lao Lian's way of speaking and immediately understood what the other meant.

"Old man, are you saying they actually wanted to hunt wild yaks?"

"Ah."

Old Wang from the Northwest nodded: "Then it's not surprising, most wild yaks live in the Qiangtang region."

Lei Zi continued calling out, "Old man, the boss and I are at the shooting range right now. Why don't you come back? Forget about those two rookies, we're waiting for you to be the head shooting instructor here..."

Snapped!
Old Wang from the Northwest slapped Lei Zi on the forehead.

A familiar voice came through the radio: "Get out."

"I'm telling you, boss, there's really no need to keep making your old face look bad."

Lei Zi ripped off his blue wig and slapped it on the steering wheel a few times. "If those two rookies can't even handle these few poachers, they wouldn't need to come to our Hidden Wolf."

"Fine, then go and change your old face back," Old Wang from the Northwest said indifferently.

Lei raised an eyebrow: "Didn't I already help out? I'm not going to have any free time these days!"

. . .

. . .

Around 4 p.m., gunshots rang out from this side of the trench, and gravel flew everywhere.

Li Dongshui occasionally reported the direction of the ballistic deviation through the walkie-talkie, while Xu Ge played with his new claw knife on the side.

"Xu Ge, I've been reporting targets for over an hour now, shouldn't I take a break?" Li Dongshui turned around.

Xu Ge twirled the claw knife in his hand and said lazily, "Report for a while longer."

Now that he has the claw knife, he has no interest in reporting targets.

"I need to go to the toilet!"

Li Dongshui ignored it, put the walkie-talkie on the ground, got up and left.

Xu Ge had no choice but to come over and watch the target.

About ten minutes later, Du Hu's voice suddenly came through the walkie-talkie: "Xu Ge, change to a new target paper."

"Yes!"

Xu Ge replaced the target paper and hid back in the trench.

boom!
A moment later, gunshots rang out.

Xu Ge glanced at the target and picked up the walkie-talkie: "About four centimeters to the right."

"Which ring?"

"Seven Rings".

"Xu Ge, take a picture with your phone and send it to me," Du Hu said into the walkie-talkie.

"Yes!"

After taking the photos, Xu Ge sent them to Du Hu, but he couldn't help feeling curious.

After so many years of gun calibration, this is the first time the squad leader has allowed us to take pictures of the target paper.

boom!
The gunfire rang out again.

The walkie-talkie crackled to life: "What ring number this time?"

Xu Ge answered truthfully: "Nine rings, still a little to the right."

boom!
Another shot, this time hitting the bullseye.

"Squad leader, that's good, 10 rings this time." Xu Ge reported proactively.

"Don't change the target paper yet, keep reporting the ring scores." Du Hu's voice was somewhat excited.

"Yes!"

boom!
"10 rings!"

boom!
"Still a 10!"

boom! boom! boom!
Gunshots rang out one after another, and every subsequent shot hit the bullseye.

Xu Ge secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. The squad leader truly lived up to his reputation as an excellent marksman; his shots were incredibly accurate.

He had checked the shooting position when he arrived, and the target was about 100 meters away. To the naked eye, the target was actually quite small.

Just then, the walkie-talkie rang again, and it was Li Dongshui's voice that came through: "How about it, Xu Ge? Am I awesome or not?"

(End of this chapter)