Jobtran took off his coat and draped it over Tristenay's body.
"Look at that little boy, what's going on now?"
Joe Butran bit his lip and asked in distress.
The team members were heartbroken to see how Joe Butran was forcing himself to cheer up, but they immediately went to the little boy to check on his physical condition.
Jobtran looked at the team members who were checking on the little boy, and they shook their heads silently.
During the battle with Baiyaki, some flying stones hit the little boy, causing his already bleeding wounds to bleed even more, which was the fatal cause.
"Oh. Let's go." Jobtran, his voice already becoming very hoarse, said softly, then turned his head away, covered his mouth with his hands and coughed violently a few times.
The sound was like someone was coughing the lungs out of his throat. Jobtran bent over from coughing, and only after he stopped coughing did he manage to stand up.
If you look closely, you will find that Jobtran's face is as pale as gold paper. He feels a sweetness in his throat, and then after coughing, he feels that the depression in his chest has been vented, but in fact, his hands are already bright red.
This was caused by the depressed emotions in his heart. The security guard nearby quickly stepped forward, handed over the kettle, unscrewed the lid and put it in Jobtran's hands.
"Captain, drink some water. Slowly."
"Thanks."
Jobtran tilted his head back and drank all the water in the bottle, then returned the bottle to the team member next to him.
"Let's go."
Jobtran led his team forward, exploring the rubble for possible signs of life.
There were corpses everywhere along the way, and the bustling city of Umr now looked like a wasteland.
The rain began to intensify, which made the race against time rescue efforts much more difficult.
"Damn it, if only Pippi were here."
Jobtran thought to himself.
There were broken limbs and debris everywhere on the ground, and the soil was mixed with rusty blood.
Calm down and close your eyes, the first thing you can hear is the sound of rain.
Under the cover of the rain, one could only barely hear the screams from outside and Baiyaki's roars.
"Go! Over there!"
Jobtran led his team toward the direction of the noise, which was the area where the Third Security Team usually patrolled.
After a quick run, Team 6 arrived at the scene of the battle. Team 3's captain, Brandon, stood guarding a mother and daughter with his sword across his body. The previous scream came from a member of Team 3 who was accidentally hit by Baiyaki. At this time, he was leaning against the rubble, and his life or death was unknown.
Jobtran's face changed and he gestured to everyone to prepare to load their rifles. Ever since Virus reported to the Investigation Bureau the problem of difficulty in firing bullets after the fuse got wet, the Investigation Bureau had made improvements to the flintlock rifle, and it could still fire bullets in the rain.
Everyone loaded their mithril bullets and opened fire the moment Brandon swung his sword to repel Byager.
Except for two mithril bullets that were affected by the rain and missed the target, the other bullets hit the Byaki.
This Byager had been hit by many sword moves in the battle with Brandon. Several mithril bullets penetrated from the sword wounds and exploded directly in the Byager's body, turning the Byager into a pillar of holy flame.
Seeing the situation, Brandon swung his sword and beheaded the Bayaki who was struggling in the holy flame with one sword.
The long sword in Brandon's hand broke into two pieces after this strike. There were already several gaps and faint cracks on the sword during the previous battle.
This is because the swordsmanship used by Brandon is a bold and aggressive knight's swordsmanship. He often uses his long sword as a shield to block attacks. Over time, this has caused a lot of load on the weapon in battle.
"Oh, Joe Bruin is just in time. I couldn't have held out if you hadn't come."
Brandon threw the half-broken sword to the ground and opened his arms to hug Jobtran, but due to the heavy rain, he couldn't see Jobtran's expression clearly.
Seeing that Joe Butran had no movement and no expression on his face, Brandon was stunned for a moment, then retracted his open arms.
Brandon said casually,
"Give me a sword, mine is broken."
Upon hearing this, the security team member behind Jobtran took off the standard long sword from his back and handed it to Brandon with both hands.
"Hahaha, thank you. Hey, where's Tristana?"
Brandon looked in the crowd, but he didn't see the figure of Tristana, the little follower who always followed Jobtran.
The security officer who handed Brandon the sword hurriedly winked at Brandon, but winking didn't work, so he simply gritted his teeth and leaned over to Brandon and whispered something.
"Ah this... I really can't believe it..." Brandon said softly in surprise.
Brandon lowered his head, walked to Joe Butron and patted him on the shoulder.
"My condolences. But what we should do now is to protect the safety of citizens."
Brandon said heavily.
"Well, let's merge." Jobtran said slowly, his face still expressionless.
"Okay, we don't have any hot weapons here, so the long-range firepower output depends on you."
Brandon said with a sigh.
Now Brandon had no idea how to comfort Jobtran and could only talk about business to make the situation less awkward.
"The guy over there needs your help to heal him. We don't have any mysterious powers like you."
Brandon pointed at the security guard lying beside the rubble. He was breathing more than he was breathing in, but there was no doctor here, so he could only rely on Jobtran who was beside him.
Joe Butron walked over to the seriously injured team member, first checked his current physical condition, and then shook his head at Brandon.
Despite this, Jobtran still knelt on the ground and chanted scriptures. A ray of holy light shone on the wounded man, alleviating his pain.
The wounded man's breathing became steady, but he soon fell into a state of weakness, and he passed away peacefully with his head tilted.
"It's good without pain..." Brandon said with his head down.
"Well, Tristene didn't suffer any pain, but I will never forget the culprit that caused his death, the damn Yellow Group."
The hatred in Joe Butran's heart burned fiercely. He clenched his fists and hit his chest hard.
The "dong dong" knocking sound frightened Brandon, he couldn't understand this feeling.
"Job Trans, remember, don't let hatred cloud your reason." Brandon said earnestly.
Joe Butron nodded. The rain was getting lighter at this time, but the temperature was worth noting.
The temperature on the ground was slowly dropping, not because of the rain, but because the wind started to blow again.