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Zhao Qiang and the gigolo climbed up from the entrance of the underground palace. Everything in the entire underground cave was shattered by the bullets fired in. The wooden board blocking the entrance of the cave was shot into wood slag, even the bed and cabinets that supported it. No exception at all.
The garrison was eerily quiet, the gunfire had completely stopped, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of gunpowder smoke and blood mixed together.
The gigolo cautiously poked his head out, only to see that there was still no living person standing in the entire station, and perhaps not even a complete corpse could be found.
Forty grenades explode at one time without cover, and the damage caused can only be imagined.
And not once, but four times in a row, a total of 160 grenades exploded continuously...
Even the gigolo, who has experienced too many killings, frowned when he saw such a horrific scene of broken arms and limbs covered in blood. Fortunately, last time in the Japanese country, Zhang Feng and I saw what purgatory on earth was, and now we are still able to adapt to it.
When Zhao Qiang came out and saw such a scene, he suddenly felt his stomach churning. His face was livid, and he resisted the urge to vomit.
"Gigolo, can we come in?" Johnson's voice fell into the gigolo's ears.
After a slight hesitation, the gigolo said, "You can come in. Put away the weapons in everyone's hands." Some things have to be experienced before you can adapt. The reason why he was asked to put away the weapons of the people on his left and right. It's because human nerves have limits. Once they exceed this limit, they may become crazy. When people go crazy, you have no idea what might happen.
Johnson didn't think so much. Since the gigolo said to put away the weapons, he and Tooth Skull put away the automatic rifles in the hands of all the indigenous people and put them back into the box.
Johnson Tooth Skull But when all the indigenous people walked into the camp, everyone looked shocked, but no one had the urge to vomit or felt uncomfortable. These indigenous people have been accompanied by killing since they were young. Killing beasts in order to survive, the tribe They are also killing each other in order to survive.
They were shocked because they did not expect that the iron lumps thrown from their hands could cause such a big impact.
power.
When the gigolo saw their reactions, he realized that he was worrying too much. It seemed that the psychological endurance of these indigenous people was far beyond his imagination.
The originally flat ground was blasted into deep pits. The pits were filled with blood and meat residue, and the pervasive smell of blood even stung their noses.
He frowned slightly and said, "Zhao Qiang, go in and rest. Your injuries haven't healed yet."
Knowing in his heart that the gigolo was doing this for his own good, Zhao Qiang still shook his head and said, "No, I can adapt."
Hearing this, the gigolo did not force himself. He nodded and turned to look at Johnson and Tooth Skull, saying: "Johnson Tooth Skull, you separate a few people to take care of your tribe, while the others collect the corpses in the camp. Clean it up." The decay of corpses can not only attract scavengers, but can also breed viruses.
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The injuries on Zhang Feng's legs became more and more serious, and some were even inflamed. The medicine in the backpack had long been used up. Tear off the gauze and see that the skin near the wound is already somewhat ulcerated. Just grit your teeth and use a short knife to cut off the ulcerated flesh to prevent further deterioration of the wound.
Spit on the wound, then re-bandage the wound with clean gauze. Without medication, saliva is the best anti-inflammatory.
A day ago, the oil in the car he was driving burned and turned into lumps. Fortunately, the reinforcements from the Blood Wolf were thrown away, and now he only had to return to the base on foot.
At this moment, he was not only in pain like a tear in his leg, but also had a headache that had not recurred for a long time. It was even far more painful than the leg injury.
The location of the pain is at the back of the head, as if the entire head is about to be torn open. The intermittent pain comes every hour or so and gets stronger each time.
When the pain hit, Zhang Feng could not think at all, let alone walk. His body was curled up on the ground as if swinging, and his head kept hitting the ground. Only in this way could the pain be relieved. When he was in China, Zhang Feng was taking Zhuo Zhaoyun. Only the neuroleptic drugs found could suppress the pain. The so-called neurodepressant drugs are addictive when taken for a long time.
But at this moment Zhang Feng only
There is no better way to hold on straight.
Feng seemed to be able to feel Zhang Feng's pain, his tongue kept licking Zhang Feng's cheek, and he kept making low growling sounds.
After finally overcoming another wave of pain, Zhang Feng's face turned frighteningly pale, and the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, as if he had just been lifted out of the water.
"Made, there is no way to continue like this. We must find a way to take out the nerve control chip in the head. Once this time bomb explodes, my life will be sealed." He mumbled and cursed. , took out the little fresh water left in the backpack, and drank a little bit. Sweat takes away a lot of water from the body. If you don't replenish water, you may become dehydrated.
Pour the water into the palm of your hand and place it in front of Feng. It immediately licks Zhang Feng's palm happily.
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Four days later, Zhang Feng and Feng finally returned to their base.
Unable to hunt due to a leg injury, he managed to survive for four days with only the little food left in his backpack. Coupled with the torment of constant headaches, Zhang Feng lost a lot of weight, and there was a look of fatigue that could not be concealed in his eyes. and exhaustion.
Although Feng had lost a lot of weight, he was still in good spirits. In the last few days, Zhang Feng gave him most of the food and water while he held himself upright.
When someone reported that Zhang Feng was back, the gigolo and others came out of the cave and were shocked when they saw Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng grinned when he saw them, squeezed out an extremely ugly smile, rolled his eyes and fell backward.
Everyone rushed over and tried to help Zhang Feng up.
When Feng saw someone rushing towards Zhang Feng, it thought it was an enemy. It bared its fangs that had not yet grown, let out a series of low roars from its throat, and arched its body slightly.
Zhao Qiang didn't pay attention to this inconspicuous 'puppy' at all, and hurriedly ran towards Zhang Feng.
The peak jumped up, claws scratched Zhao Qiang's body, and the small body lifted up by two points, and its fangs ferociously bit Zhao Qiang's throat. Even if it is still a young lion, if its fangs bite its throat, it will be fatal.