Buck's reaction was professional subconscious. He immediately buried his face on the steering wheel, and tried his best to slip under the steering wheel. He pushed open the thin door with his left hand. At this time, the creaking body brake took effect and stopped in the corner of the street. Buck saw that the middle-aged priest in the co-pilot was already covered in blood!

He grabbed the pistol under his thigh with his right hand, but held it under the armpit of his left hand, as if he was holding a book. He freed his hand to open the sliding door behind and invited the priest who looked incredible but not panicked, getting out of the car: "Come on! If there is a gunman, it's still a sniper, don't stay on the street!" The Caucasian dog, who is not the largest, has already stood up and stood beside the old priest, looking around, as if looking for the source of the gunfire.

The black robe moved down a little tremblingly. Buck would rather think that this was anger or the weakening of the old man than the fear of the pastor. He reached out to hold the middle-aged priest who was co-pilot and hurried around the front of the car and hid in the alley! He then quickly grabbed a small first aid kit and turned into the alley with Lord Gusef, and the big dog followed him in.

During the whole process, Buck's left hand tightly clamped the pistol under his armpit, and his eyes were fast and vigilant. Except for the civilians who immediately subconsciously hid under the car body or in the alley when they heard the gunshots, they could not see any militants. Buck did this to prevent him from immediately exposing his gun characteristics, otherwise it would likely lead to snipers shooting one after another!

But at this time, I didn't care about so much. After entering the alley, Buck raised his arm, grabbed the fallen pistol and placed it on the top of the trash can that he could touch. He opened his backpack and took out the rubber gloves and put it on. He immediately began to perform debridement surgery on the middle-aged priest who was shot on his shoulder!

The blood on the black priest's robe was not so eye-catching, but it had a more iron-blooded and cruel meaning. Lord Gusef held a staff with both hands, watched Buck bit a scalpel and a hemostatic forceps in his mouth, put on a headlight and squatted on the middle-aged priest's shoulder to start the operation. The priest who had never experienced the fight had signs of fainting at this moment, not only blood loss, but also neurohormonal disorders.

In the standard operation of most surgeons who need an operating table and shadowless lights, several nurses and even deputys, Buck started dazzled. He touched it a few times and confirmed the position, inserted anesthesia, and opened the surgery to expand the wound. The plastic hemostasis clip quickly clamped the main blood vessels in several incision sites. The secondary ones were ignored. Then he looked for the bullet and even cut a hole in a healthy muscle on the back to accurately find the hemostasis forceps to lift it out and clean the medicine. All movements were orderly. At the busiest time, Buck was full of things in his mouth!

Looking at the 7.62mm warhead thrown by Buck and the Browning powerful pistol that had been at Buck's hand, the old priest didn't say a word. Only when the big dog curiously approached the blood-stained bullet and sniffed it, he gently separated it with a staff. When Buck finished taking off the things in his mouth, spitting off the disposable objects, and starting to bandage the wounds for the middle-aged priest who had turned white lips to make blood-transporting substitutes, he asked persistently: "This... isn't it dangerous? Kharkov is even more dangerous than this?"

Buck recalled his thoughts at that time. The sudden gunfire and surgery just now disturbed his thinking: "For... Kharkov has more dangerous signs... This can only be considered a period of military warfare. Our shooting is just a warning. You see, we hide in the alley. The gunman has the opportunity to shoot continuously, but it doesn't... That's just warning us that this is the practice of military gunmen. It's not a random way. In the future, various urban wars may break out, but civilians can escape here. This is just a stronghold for the warring parties to fight for. But Kharkov is not. There are still many civilians there, which are likely to evolve into urban terrorism."

He skillfully bandaged the hemostatic gauze on the shoulder of the middle-aged priest and tied it with knots. He then held the blood transfusion bag to the priest himself, and held it higher than his ears. He helped him stand up. He quickly packed up his first aid kit, carried it on his back, picked up the pistol and hid it behind him, carefully took out a small round mirror in his palm, leaned against the corner of the alley, and secretly used his reflection to look at the surrounding environment, especially the high point!

God's spokesperson can do nothing now, so he can only walk to Buck with a staff to ask, "Why?"

Buck is used to it: "Didn't you see that Russian armed personnel have entered this city. The good situation is that Ukraine has retreated and the Russians control it. Of course, this is unlikely. Ukraine will definitely take it back as much as possible, so it will be very lively. People are afraid of casualties, so of course they will leave immediately and go to the countryside and rural areas. This seems very common along the way. After all, this kind of battle cannot spread in full, and it is mainly concentrated in benchmark cities. Kharkov is different. There are mainly Ukraine who can control it. Then the Russian side, which occupy a minority, can only use various explosion attacks or gun killings to create panic. However, many people will not leave their hometowns. As long as the war is not really fighting in Kharkov, there will still be many people in that city. However, terrorist attacks will definitely increase and more, and civilian casualties will be huge."

The old priest closed his eyes with compassion. Maybe he didn't believe that such a tragic situation would appear in front of him, but it seemed that every word Buck said was true!

Why did the country and city where people live and work in peace suddenly become such a bloody and tragic situation?

The old man's hand was trembling a little. The big dog came over and leaned gently against his feet, as if giving some support, and gave some reminders. Gusef opened his eyes and looked at Buck: "What about you? What are you doing? What are you going to do next?"

Buck focused on the mirror in his hand: "Actually, I don't want to enter Donesque. There are already many gunmen here on guard. I need to remove this danger now and leave the city immediately...I want to go to Crimea."

The old man was a little puzzled: "Aren't there more stalemate there? I heard that many Russian militias have already started to set off on the road!"

Buck finally revealed his true purpose: "I came to find some people, and found some people who were tired of the war in my hometown to work in Southeast Asia. I set up a security company there, and I heard that some golden eagles have scattered to Crimea."

Gusef sighed: "How good would it be if you could take away all the militants, the rioters who messed up all of this, the dirty politicians, and leave a clean Ukraine?"

Buck laughed: "Me? You overestimate my ability... OK! This guy was hiding here..."

Taking a deep breath, Buck turned around: "You two are here to wait for me for a few minutes... and then we will get on the road soon, okay?"

He still clamped his pistol under his armpits, covered his ears with both hands, and made a panic civilian move. Buck plunged his head into the street!
Chapter completed!