The crosshair rose from the ground and staggered towards the gunman, who was lying on the ground still dying.The gunman lay on the ground, blood dripping from his chest, but he struggled to crawl towards the gun he had landed, trying to pick it up with the hand that could still move.The crosshair raised his hand and shot him the one that was intact.The guy let out another scream.The crosshair stepped on the gun, pulled him to his feet, and picked it up and stuck it in his waist.In this strange country, in this strange city, the front sight needs guns too much.He examined his wound, and the bullet seemed to sink into his muscle.He took a deep breath, as if he hadn't hurt his lungs, which reassured him a little.Walking to the cabinet, the crosshair opened the drawer and rummaged through the cabinet to find medicine.This shot was enough to choke, without the protection of body armor, after passing through the first gunner, it hit the right chest of the front sight, although the penetration force decreased, but the stopping force became larger, and the wound of the front sight looked like a mess, and there was a big opening, and the amount of bleeding was really a lot.There was no time to find the warhead now, stopping the bleeding was the first thing to do, and then a doctor had to be found to remove the bullet from it for himself.Because the chest is a vital part, the crosshair does not dare to go under the knife himself, first, for fear of infection, and secondly, he feels that the bullet should not be far from his lungs, maybe it hits the bone, in case he accidentally punctures the diaphragm or scratches the lungs, which will really kill him.Luckily, the crosshair's luck wasn't too bad, and Somme had a lot of trauma drugs at home.This is a slum, the police often come to sweep, once they come, there will be a shootout, no one can say that they are unlucky to be hit by a stray bullet that day, so the slum homes are generally stocked with medicine, and those gang members are often good people and send some common medicines.The crosshair found the adhesive tape and cotton yarn, as well as the hemostat, and poured the hemostatic agent on it indiscriminately, there was no needle and thread here, and there was no suture, so he could only plug the wound with cotton yarn, wipe the blood around the wound, and stick the adhesive tape, hoping that the hemostat could stop the wound from bleeding.With everything done, the crosshair tried to twist his arm, and found that although it hurt a little when the muscles were pulled, he could still bear it.He took out a new piece of clothing from Ma Gaixian's backpack and put it on, so as not to attract too much attention from the bloodstains, and he was afraid that he would be surrounded in less than a few minutes after leaving here.He then walked up to the first dead gunman, crouched down and rummaged over him, taking his magazines and wallets, among other things.Then I went to the dead man, dug through the contents of his pocket, and found my ID to look at it."
Damn!
Is it Clauster?
”He only had to look at the name on his ID card and knew something was wrong.The man who died in Nike shoes was none other than Somme's husband, the Brazilian he had married.Although the crosshairs have never met this godbrother-in-law, they know his name.Looking at the face that had lost its blood, but his eyes were not closed, he could see that this man was shot a few times without any defense, and he was sent directly to God.Reaching out and closing his eyelids, the crosshair made a cross on his chest."
I'm sorry I'm late."
With that done, he returned to the killer who still had a breath left and pulled a low stool to sit in front of him.Then, the crosshair sorted out his chaotic thoughts.Who the hell are these people!?
Could it be a gang member?
It's a slum, drug crimes are everywhere, and perhaps it's my godbrother-in-law, whom I've never met, who got involved in some shady deals, that led to today's situation.However, he quickly dismissed his idea.Because the pistol in his hand turned out to be a Taurus pt709 pistol.After all, the crosshairs are well-informed mercenaries, and he is very proficient in firearms, this model of pistol is a kind of pistol made in Brazil, and the model is relatively advanced, so it is equipped with military and police departments, and there are very few people on the market who buy and sell them.He couldn't help but open the wallet he had taken from the dead gunman, and on one side of the wallet, he found a work card with a portrait in uniform, apparently a police officer!
Fack!
This guy is a police officer!
He immediately leaned down and pulled his wallet out of the other gunman, flipping it open as he chirped.Also a police officer!"
Fack!"
The crosshair felt his scalp explode, and he couldn't help but curse secretly.I came here thousands of miles to look for relatives, and I killed two local police officers in less than three hours after I got off the plane!
Oh, God!
What kind of black cauldron is this, I actually put myself on my back!
Countless thoughts crossed the crosshair's mind.Could it be that Som is married to a gangster?
I came to the door only to meet the police in the case?
But no, if it's a policeman, why use a muffler, and there's no reason why he didn't shoot directly without warning at all, it doesn't look like he's here to arrest someone, but like he's here to kill people.He scratched his head, and suddenly noticed something that surprised him.Looking at the gun in his hand, he didn't have any adverse psychological reactions.The previous PTSD symptoms were actually cured without medicine!
Perhaps, it was because he was forced to shoot at a critical moment just now, like a clogged water pipe, and suddenly a strong stream of water came and washed it away.One pass, one smooth.Now the crosshairs, the birds are gone!
I really don't know if it's a comedy or a tragedy!
The crosshairs themselves don't know whether to be happy or sad.Now all the answers seem to be on the body of the policeman who is lying on the ground and is not dead."
I want to ask you a question."
The crosshair leaned down and looked at the bleeding policeman, "If you tell me the truth, I can call you an ambulance without killing you." ”"You're dead......"
The policeman lay on the ground with an eerie smile on his face, "you......
You're dead......
"Me?
”The crosshair was stunned for a moment, "You know me?"
Do you know who I am?
”"Hehe...... the policeman still didn't answer his question directly, still repeating the meaningless sentence: "You're dead......
You're dead......"
"Fack!
”The crosshairs suddenly became angry, he couldn't accept this kind of guy who didn't take his questions seriously at all, and now it was obvious that the other party's life was in his own hands, and he had to let him know who was Zhuang and who was idle!
For the police, the crosshairs have a natural aversion, and their subordinates will not show mercy at all.He took the pistol, aimed it at the wound on the gunman's arm, and poked it hard!"
Ahh"My patience is limited, and I ask you again, why the hell are you here, why did you kill Clauster!?"