Gu Tie knew that he could ask no more questions. He stood up, picked up the Type 54 pistol that the other party had thrown away from George, fiddled with the slide and pulled out the dumb ammunition, "Zhuo Ligetu, the brotherhood between you and me in my imagination." The members are completely different. In return, I will tell you one last thing. The biggest flaw of this kind of Chinese-made pistol after aging in the last century is that the firing pin is unstable. If it is fired continuously..."
"Da, da, da," the Chinese pulled the trigger three times in a row. When he pulled the trigger for the fourth time, a black light came out of the gun and shot through the Mongolian's skull from the center of his eyebrows. The dying struggle stopped, and Zhuoligetu slowly lay down on the ground.
"...The hammer will break the firing pin and fire it out. This kind of power can kill people at close range. If there is no bullet in the gun next time, don't bluff. You don't have the determination and skills to kill me. You are not a warrior." ,Brother," Gu Tie threw away the pistol and sighed slightly.
The situation of pretty boy George is very pessimistic. Bert temporarily stopped the bleeding from two open wounds on his abdomen and thigh, but judging from the shocking pool of blood on the ground, it is estimated that this guy has lost almost 30% of his blood. "There is no shrapnel residue and no organ damage." , I have closed the wound with a polymer zipper, and continue to apply gel to prevent cracking," Beard said to Terry who arrived later, stood up and ran to another injured person not far away.
The clown squatted down and applied light blue tissue regeneration gel on the hastily sealed wound with an expressionless expression. Gu Tie observed George's condition and said, "You'd better survive, daredevil, otherwise I'd spend so much effort on acting." What's the point of showing it to the Mongolian tuberculosis ghost?" He reached out and patted the other person's pale face, stood up and walked away.
Half of the face of Keith's face is also bloodless. Compared with George who was hit twice by a large-caliber sniper rifle, the lethality of a 7.62mm pistol bullet can be said to be negligible, but the reaction speed of the juggler is beyond ordinary people. Spotting the incoming bullet, he twisted his waist to dodge as he pounced forward. The bullet grazed his chin, and coincidentally entered his body through the bone seam of his shoulder socket, hitting his lungs. At this moment, he was opening his mouth. His mouth was struggling to breathe, and his throat made a sound like a bellows. The hemopneumothorax was depriving him of his ability to obtain oxygen. Giese's originally hideous face was coated with a terrifying blue-purple color.
"What should I do?" Eva asked anxiously. She was pressing the wound on Guise's shoulder with both hands. The blood flowing out of the wound was not much and showed an oxygen-depleted dark brown color. "The warhead is still in the body. I need to perform a thoracotomy immediately." Surgery, remove the bullet that is compressing the artery, otherwise old Keith won't be able to hold on for long," Bot only took a glance and concluded, "It would be nice if the RV was nearby. There is no equipment now, and we can't stay here for a long time... "
"Two minutes," Gu Tie appeared behind the three of them and raised two fingers. "In two minutes, he will be drowned alive by the blood in his lungs. Asphyxiation is one of the most painful ways to die. It has no influence on oxygen. Longing can break one's mind, be careful, he might rip his own throat out,"
Sure enough, the half-faced Geese began to roar hoarsely, tearing at his chest with his hands, and spraying pink blood bubbles from his mouth, "Help him," Eva raised her head and looked at the superior Chinese, with helpless helplessness in her eyes. Tears: "Save him, you have the right to stand by and watch, but I beg you, beg you to save him..."
"Bah, you just stood by and watched. I was just trying to think of a solution." Gu Tie was distracted by the look in the eyes of that injured little animal. He quickly patted his face to wake up, "Even if you exert pressure on the chest, the bleeding point will It will also continue to bleed unless the bullet is removed at once. Bert, I assume you have X-ray equipment in your treasure bag,"
The bearded man immediately opened his coat. The inside of his long coat was filled with pockets and velcro fasteners of all sizes, and filled with all kinds of exquisite gadgets. "Micro X-ray machine, a civilian model used to check packages, but There is no problem in photographing the skeleton." He pulled out something like a pen, "I will cooperate with you in whatever you want to do."
Gu Tie squatted down and tore open Guis's black cloak with a sharp motion. This weird man's muscular body was covered with various scars and bullet holes. It's hard to imagine how he escaped from so many fatal injuries. " "I'm very impressed," the Chinese muttered, pointing to several places on Guis's body, "Here, here, here, and here, take pictures,"
The X-ray machine made a slight shooting sound, and Bert handed over a handheld computer: "Okay, the resolution is relatively low. I once thought about carrying a CT equipment. In fact, there is really a spiral CT equipment on the RV. …”
"That's enough," Gu Tie glanced at the perspective photo on the 5-inch screen and exclaimed: "...Why are his ribs like this? Where are the two pairs of floating ribs?...By the way, I heard that there is This bone-shrinking skill allows adults to drill into very narrow holes. It is said that the 11th and 12th pairs of ribs need to be removed from childhood...Bot, I am not an expert, look at the position of the bullet,"
"There are no major blood vessel injuries at the lower end of the right lung, near the parietal pleura. I guess it is due to the increase in lung pressure that causes the adhesions to tear and the small arteries to bleed, causing hemopneumothorax," the bearded man who seemed to know everything answered quickly.
Gu Tie glanced at him and said, "By the way, what is the role of 'Scavenger' responsible for?"
"You have to do anything, including magic," the magician answered honestly.
"It's a coincidence of God's will... If Giese had not removed four ribs, the warhead would be hidden behind the ribs and difficult to reach..." The Chinese suddenly stood up and looked around, as if looking for something, "...Yes. ," His eyes suddenly lit up and he walked towards a garbage dump at the entrance of the alley in the slum area.
Eva stared at Gu Tie's back as he rummaged through the garbage, and said worriedly: "Bot, what on earth is he doing?"
The bearded man shook his head: "I understand, but I don't want to tell you, this idea is too crazy,"
Ten seconds later, Gu Tie strode back with a transparent glass bottle in his hand. "Hengshui Laobaigan." He glanced at the trademark and was quite surprised. "There is not a single Mongolian character in it. How can I see it in a foreign country?" Smuggling goods to China..." He suddenly flicked his wrist, and the wine bottle was smashed on a stone, leaving only a short bottleneck in his hand, "Scavenger, disinfect it for me."
Bert took out the disinfectant and alcohol blowtorch from his inner pocket and disinfected Gu Tie's hands, Jis's chest and the neck of the glass bottle respectively. The little Loli suddenly exclaimed and covered her mouth: "Don't you think..." "
"The wound will be big and painful, but he will survive. A person with half a face will not be killed by a bullet. This is too childish." The Chinese waved his hand pretending to be relaxed, with the sharp edge of the bottleneck Gu Tie grinned as he was burned by the blowtorch, but then he raised his arm and plunged it into Jiese's chest without aiming.
"puff,"
The neck of the glass bottle was mostly immersed in the body, and bubbled blood spurted out from the mouth of the bottle like freshly opened draft beer, gurgling everywhere. As soon as the pressure in the chest was relieved, Keith immediately took a long breath, and the spasm in his body disappeared. Already.
"Is the position correct?" Gu Tiesan asked, holding the mouth of the bottle with three fingers.
Bert looked down at the image on his handheld computer, "As accurate as a gamma knife, man,"
"Get ready to plug the leak, three, two, one... ah," the Chinese counted down to three, roared and pulled up the bottleneck. This is not an easy task, due to the pressure difference between the inside and outside and the reflex spasm of the muscles. The foreign object was firmly absorbed. Every gangster who used a fruit knife without a blood groove to stab people on the street had this embarrassing feeling. At this time, Gu Tie concentrated all his strength on his fingertips and held down Jisi with his left hand. At this time, he regretted not practicing the pulling force of Bajiquan according to Lao Zhao's instructions, but instead he understood the adjective of "reversing in the mud pit" when Lao Zhao used the dragging technique. At this time, Giese His body was just a big mud puddle, and the small bottleneck was a heavy ox cart. Just when he felt that his fingertips were about to lose consciousness, "Bang," a sound like opening a champagne came, and as the glass bottle left the body, A blurry mass of flesh and blood was pulled out, and a flat yellow bullet suddenly appeared rolling in the air.
As soon as the bottleneck was separated from the body, Gu Tie, who had no control over the strength, crushed the mouth of the glass bottle to pieces. "Fuck," he jumped in pain and threw away the glass shards. His three fingertips were all bloody.
Although there was a big hole in his chest, Keith's breathing became much easier, and he woke up as soon as he opened his eyes, "...I'm injured, Chosen One, is Mr. Chosen okay?"
"It was fine at first, but now something is wrong," Gu Tie looked at him narrowly and carefully pulled out the shards of glass from between his fingernails, causing veins to form on his forehead one by one in pain.
"Stop talking," Beardbeard took out a drainage tube and inserted it into the circular wound, quickly stopping the bleeding of the two wounds: "Let's do this before the small arteries stop bleeding. A little blood loss and pain will not kill you, Old Keith, you Survived again,"
"If I were afraid of pain, I wouldn't be alive today." The guy with half a face was surprisingly tenacious. He sat up with one hand on the ground and nonchalantly pointed to the missing left side of his face.
Eva let out a long breath: "That's great, I thought..."
"Let's reminisce about old times when we have time. It has been seven and a half minutes since the gunshots were fired. No matter how slow the Mongols' response is, it's time to come." Gu Tie stood up and waved his hand: "Bot, carry George on your back, Eva , you take care of Terry, that guy is not quite sober yet, I’ll take care of Keith, let’s go,”
Perhaps out of habit, the men in the glorious circus still cast inquiring glances at Eva, but before the little loli could express her attitude, the friends had already taken action. Even the men with half a face stood up and prepared to move forward. .
Eva gritted her teeth to hold back her anger, "Are we entering the Gobi? There are two wounded people. We won't be discovered if we don't go far,"
Gu Tie glanced at him strangely, "Who said you want to enter the Gobi? Let's go back to Zamyn-Uud."