More than 20 seconds passed after the gunfire disappeared, and the thick white smoke that enveloped Zhang Bai faded and dissipated. Zhang Bai lay on his back in the gray world of ruins. He used the last strength in his body to push himself up and lean against a broken wall.
Zhang Bai's handsome face was a mix of pain and perseverance, and his delicate hair had been messed up at some point and was stained with a layer of dust. There was a deep red blood hole on his left arm. The blood hole was exposed to the sun through the bulletproof protective gear. It was terrifying and ferocious.
He was shot, and the bullet was buried deep in the flesh of his arm, making him tremble in pain at the slightest movement. In addition to his arms, a stray bullet also wiped off half of the flesh on the outside of his right calf.
Now Zhang Bai has lost most of his mobility, and the fragility of the human body once again makes him feel powerless.
Zhang Bai raised the silver M500 to his chest, with the last bullet left in the magazine. He didn't dare to reload, because the sound would attract the enemy the fastest and bring him death.
Although now he knows that he can no longer escape, and whether he dies sooner or later, it won't make much difference. If captured by the enemy, they might be tortured to force them to reveal the whereabouts of their teammates.
Zhang Bai gritted his teeth. He has been afraid of pain since he was a child. If he has to endure torture such as nail pulling, he might as well blast his own head with this last bullet!
There was a brisk footsteps coming from behind the broken wall. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were looking for something around here.
Zhang Bai finally understood that the feeling of not daring to move at all, quietly waiting for the enemy to pronounce his death sentence, was so desperate.
"It's all Wu Qi's fault. That boy must have been shot into a hornet's nest a long time ago. He didn't overestimate his ability and said what kind of smoke tactics he used. Haha, I'm stupid too, to be incited by him to make such a stupid mistake." Zhang Bai thought to himself, Smile to yourself.
The silver streamlined gun body reflected the golden sunlight, vaguely reflecting Zhang Bai's incomplete face. Zhang Bai suddenly showed a ferocious look on his face, and his eyes shot out a fierce light.
"You're going to die anyway, so why don't you use a backrest!"
Soon enough, Zhang Bai took a breath and turned around against the broken wall. He glared fiercely at the location where the footsteps came from, raised the black muzzle of his gun, and pointed it directly at the approaching enemy.
His index finger was resting on the trigger.
"You're so lucky, Zhang Bai."
The result surprised Zhang Bai. Almost the moment he turned around to go out, he had already decided to pull the trigger at the same time, but he finally stopped. He never expected that the person approaching the broken wall would be Wu Qi.
Wu Qi was wearing a completely intact dark gray combat uniform, holding a long knife dripping with blood in his right hand. Behind him, in the battlefield filled with broken walls and ruins, the corpses of the Hell Lion mercenaries were scattered everywhere.
There was a faint smile on Wu Qi's calm face, his eyes were like distant stars, and his gaze seemed to be shining from the other side of millions of light years.
The moment he met Wu Qi's eyes, Zhang Bai felt that he had been redeemed.
The silver-white pistol slipped from Zhang Bai's fingertips. Zhang Bai lost all the strength to stand and fell down beside the broken wall. He was ashamed of his dejection just now, and what was even more shameful was that he found that his nose was so moved that his nose ran out.
"Fuck you! You brat, you actually did it!" Zhang Bai didn't hide his gushing emotions, scolding and laughing at the same time.
Wu Qi looked up and down at Zhang Bai's injuries, and his smile disappeared in an instant. He walked to Zhang Bai, put down his long knife, pulled out a long and thin box from his tactical belt, and took out a cell activator syringe from it.
Zhang Bai rolled up his sleeves, and soon Wu Qi injected the cell activator into Zhang Bai's left arm. After just a while, Zhang Bai felt a strange feeling rising from every corner of his body. The pain in his arms and calves did not subside much, but the wounds became extremely itchy.
Zhang Bai has never tried injecting cell activating agents, but this is what he feels in his heart.
"Wu Qi, actually my injury is considered minor. There is no need to use cell activating agents." Zhang Bai said.
Wu Qi said calmly: "This is taken from the enemy's sniper, just use it. And the equipment here are all our trophies."
Zhang Bai glanced behind Wu Qi and saw that the tragic situation could only be described as littering with corpses. Likewise, as Wu Qi said, all the enemy's equipment belongs to them.
After killing so many enemies of the fifth-level mercenary group and taking down the enemy's strongest sniper, Wu Qi's combat uniform showed no signs of damage.
Wu Qi's strength was already so strong that it gave Zhang Bai the illusion. Was he really just a mercenary in a barren safe zone in the wilderness? Does the third-level elementary level really match his strength? Is his presence in the Black Gun Mercenary Group really a great thing? Zhang Bai couldn't help but have many doubts in his heart.
However, Wu Qi had already drawn his saber and opened Zhang Bai's wound while Zhang Bai was thinking about himself. Zhang Bai took a deep breath and screamed in pain. Wu Qi turned a deaf ear and carefully and quickly picked out the bullet buried deep in the wound like a machine.
After spraying hemostatic spray on both wounds and wrapping them with bandages, Zhang Bai finally breathed a sigh of relief. The body recovered faster than Zhang Bai expected, which was due to the effect of the cell active agent. He now feels like he can walk without any problems.
Wu Qi also stood up and began to search for the trophies left on the battlefield. When he passed by the enemy's corpse, he would bend down to pick up some smoke, fog, grenades, white phosphorus incendiary bombs and other projectiles and put them on his tactical belt, which were much better than the hk416 equipped with black guns. scar-h He still doesn't want to pick it up.
Zhang Bai was different. He admired and drooled while searching. His big hand stroked Scar-H's gun body, feeling completely unwilling to touch the previous hk416.
He also cursed while searching: "Really fat, really fat."
Fifteen minutes later, Wu Qi's appearance turned out to be little different, while Zhang Bai was once again fully armed. He has a SCAR-H on his chest and an XM25 grenade launcher on his back. All the bullets in the rifle cartridges were replaced with armor-piercing bullets. These bullets were originally used to attack armored vehicles or tanks, but they were too extravagant to use to hit people. But if you can’t pick it all up, why don’t you use it
Zhang Bai's face was filled with a smug smile at this moment.
"Leave." Wu Qi said.
"Where to go?" Zhang Bai asked doubtfully.
Wu Qi pointed to the ground silently. Zhang Bai realized that it was time to enter the underground of the base laboratory to see what the enemy leader was doing. After all, even though all his men were dead and wounded, he didn't show up. The enemy leader must have something extremely important that he couldn't get back to, or he was in a place where the headset signal couldn't be transmitted.
No matter what the situation is, the fact that there are no sewer pipes underground in the base laboratory is very suspicious.