In the dark night, there was no sound in the silent valley, whether it was human or animal.
A shadow slid into a huge tree hole like a ghost, making only a slight sound.
After a moment, two shadows quickly flashed around the giant tree, and then the two shadows only stayed for a few seconds.
Then, he quickly disappeared again.
After half an hour passed, the shadow that had penetrated the tree hole finally let out a short breath, and the sweat on his forehead quickly turned into a thin layer of ice due to the cold wind.
Fan struggled to move the Gryphon's sword and blocked the entrance of the tree hole with his back, preventing the Gryphon's light from escaping.
Fatigue and severe pain tortured Fan's nerves, and even his steely will felt a little too much.
The huge gunshot wound on his left arm was terrifying and ferocious, and his combat protective clothing was damaged by the power of the gunshot.
The low temperature froze the blood flow in the wound and prevented the wound from continuing to fester and bleed.
Perhaps this was the only help the severe cold brought to Fan.
Fan gritted his teeth, and the Gryphon sword blade quickly inserted into the wound.
The high temperature almost scorched the flesh and blood of Fan's wound, but this was the only way to prevent the wound from becoming inflamed and festering.
Finally, Fan took out a warhead.
After taking out the warhead, Fan almost lost all his strength.
Fatigue hit him like a tide, but he must not fall down like this.
The low temperature of the cold night would probably freeze him into a corpse in a short time.
Fan took out a military stimulant syringe from the package on his waist and injected it into the deltoid muscle of his left arm.
Fan's eyes broke away from the edge of extreme exhaustion in a short time.
He took a deep breath, simply bandaged the wound, and then quietly slid through the dark woods like a shadow again.
After a while, two shadows arrived at the tree hole where he had been hiding.
"He escaped again."
Smelling the faint burnt smell in the tree hole, one of the black figures said stiffly.
"How far can he run?
He's so seriously injured.
He's exhausted."
There was suppressed anger in the tone of another black figure.
Then the two black shadows disappeared again.
This is the eighth day of Fan's escape.
Three days ago, he successfully broke through the siege of the rebels and fought his way out.
But when he just relaxed, a bullet flying from a distant direction hit him. he.
Fan's keen sense of danger caused him to turn sideways at the critical moment, and the bullet eventually hit his left arm instead of his heart.
After being shot, Fan only stayed for a few seconds and immediately left the place.
Then he was followed closely by three reformers.
Fan is naturally not the kind of person who doesn't fight back after suffering a loss.
Taking advantage of the woods, he successfully killed one of the modified people, and the two remaining modified people immediately launched a crazy attack on him, so Fan Yi He had been escaping for three days.
During these three days, he only slept for a few hours.
Excessive exhaustion caused his various physical indicators to seriously decline, almost to the edge of collapse.
One of the two transformed people also has the ability to perceive.
They are like tarsal maggots.
Whenever Fan relaxes a little, he can always find his temporary hiding place.
The belief in survival has supported Fan Ting until now, but if there is no turning point that can change the current situation, his fate will still be death.
At this moment, Van's opportunity was right in front of him, a small base built in this hidden valley.
Half an hour later, a moving convoy entered through the gate of the base.
After an extremely detailed inspection, the convoy was allowed to pass.
Soon the convoy stopped at the casualty area in the north of the base, and many medical staff hurriedly walked out of the car.
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What no one noticed was that a black shadow quickly slid out from under the last car, and then disappeared into the night.
Fan used his perception ability to identify an area, and then quickly got into a huge tent under the cover of darkness.
There are densely packed black body bags placed in the tent, which is the morgue in this temporary base.
Without hesitation, Fan opened a body bag and quickly slid it in.
The body in the body bag had just died and had not yet developed the smell.
Fan injected the medicine he picked up from his hand through the vein, and then The zipper of the body bag was sealed, leaving only a small ventilation hole.
His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and extreme fatigue finally swallowed him up.
No one would have thought that someone would evade search in this way.
After all, sleeping with the dead is not something ordinary people can do.
In the evening of the next day, Fan, who had been sleeping for a whole day, finally opened his eyes.
He felt pulses coming from his body almost instinctively.
Then he slowly unzipped the body bag and climbed out of it gently.
Fan moved quietly and slowly until he got close to the medical staff who was carrying the body.
The medical staff hummed a tune without any precautions and did not notice the danger at all.
"Crack", the sound of broken neck bones was short and sharp, and then the medical staff fell limply.
From Fan's own point of view, he did not want to kill this innocent medical staff, but in order to protect himself It was all he could do without being exposed.
A moment later, Fan walked out of the morgue, wearing a medical uniform and carrying a black bag and a mask.
He looked around, then found a direction and walked slowly over.
For the current Brahma, food and medicine are top priorities that need to be solved.
His current body is extremely weak and is only slightly stronger than ordinary humans.
Fan slowly walked into a medical tent, wandered around seemingly casually, and then walked out without disturbing anyone.
It was extremely easy for him to avoid the attention of ordinary humans. .
Then he sneaked into a warehouse, took a few cans of canned meat, and left quietly.
Although he also had a few cans of more nutritious canned fruits on hand, he did not choose to take them away because they Once there is a problem with a small quantity of materials, it is easy for people to detect the problem.
After that, Fan returned to the morgue again and took out the medicine and food from the bag.
When night officially fell, Fan wrapped the disassembled AW in a black cloth bag and tied it tightly behind his back.
Although the large medical uniform could not completely conceal its existence, as long as Fan was careful enough, it would not be too much.
Big problem.
The fingers of Fan's right hand shrunk in the medical uniform, tightly clasping a scalpel.
Although his body still felt tired, and the originally paralyzed nerves at the wound finally began to release severe pain, Fan remained silent. are ready for any battle.
This predicament reminded him of the hardships he had experienced in the survival trial.
Compared with those hardships, this situation was still within the range he could bear
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