Chapter 860
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The collimator got up from the ground and staggered towards the gunman who was still breathing on the ground.
The gunman lay on the ground, blood dripping from his chest, but he struggled to climb towards the gun he fell on the ground and tried to pick up the gun with his still moving hand.
The collimator raised his hand and shot his intact hand.
The guy immediately let out another scream.
The collimator stepped on the gun, pulled him to his feet, picked it up and inserted it around his waist.
In this strange country, in this strange city, the collimator needs a gun too much.
He looked at his wound. The bullet seemed to be trapped in a muscle.
He took a deep breath, as if he hadn't hurt his lungs, which reassured him a little.
Go to the cabinet, Zhuixing opens the drawer and rummages through the cabinet to find medicine.
The shot was choking, without the protection of bulletproof vest. After passing through the first gunman, he hit the right chest of the collimator. Although the penetration force decreased, the stopping force increased. The wound of the collimator looked like a mess, opened a big hole, and the amount of bleeding was really a lot.
Now there is no time to find the warhead. Hemostasis is the first thing to do, and then you must find a doctor to take out the bullet for yourself.
Because the chest is a vital part, the collimator does not dare to cut himself. First, he is afraid of infection. Second, he feels that the bullet should not be far from his lungs. Maybe it hit the bone. In case he accidentally stabbed the diaphragm or scratched his lungs, he will really die.
Fortunately, the collimator's luck is not too bad. SOM's family has a lot of trauma drugs.
This is a slum. The police often come to clean up. Once they come, there will be a gun battle. No one can say that they were unlucky and were hit by stray bullets that day. Therefore, the homes in the slum are generally equipped with drugs. Those gangsters often act as good people and send some common drugs.
The collimator found the tape, cotton yarn and hemostatic agent. He poured the hemostatic agent on it. There was no needle and thread here, and the suture could not be done. He had to use cotton yarn to block the wound. He wiped the blood around the wound and stuck the tape. He hoped that the hemostatic agent could stop the bleeding of the wound.
After finishing everything, the collimator tried to twist his arm and found that although it hurt a little when his muscles were involved, he could hold it back.
He took a new dress out of magaisian's backpack and put it on, so as not to attract too much attention. He was afraid that he would be surrounded within a few minutes of leaving here.
Then he went to the first dead gunman, squatted down, turned over on him, and took away his magazine, wallet and other items.
Then he came to the dead man, took out the things in his pocket, found his ID card and had a look.
"Damn it! Is it Klaus?"
He only glanced at the name on his ID card and knew that something bad was going on.
The man who died in Nike shoes was som's husband, the Brazilian who married that year.
Although the collimator had never met this brother-in-law, he knew his name.
Looking at the face that had lost its blood color, but his eyes were not closed, he could see that the man was fired a few shots and sent directly to God.
Reaching out his hand, he closed his eyelids and drew a cross on his chest.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
After that, he went back to the killer who still didn't die, pulled a low stool and sat in front of him.
Then the collimator straightened out his confused thoughts.
Who are these people!?
Is it a gang member?
This is a slum, and drug crimes are everywhere. Maybe his brother-in-law, who has never met, has touched on some shady transactions, which leads to this situation today.
However, he soon denied his idea.
Because the pistol in his hand was a Taurus pt709 pistol.
After all, the collimator is a well-informed mercenary, and he is very proficient in firearms. This type of pistol is a kind of domestic pistol in Brazil, and the model is relatively advanced. Therefore, it is equipped with military and police departments, and it is generally rarely sold on the market.
He couldn't help but open the wallet from the dead gunman. On one side of the wallet, he found a work permit with a picture of a uniformed police officer!
Fark!
This guy here is a police officer!
He immediately leaned over, pulled out his wallet from the other gunman, and opened it in his groan.
Also a police officer!
"Fark!"
The collimator felt his scalp explode and couldn't help scolding himself.
I came all the way here to look for relatives. I just got off the plane and killed two local police officers in less than three hours!
God!
What kind of black pot is this? I let myself carry it!
Countless thoughts flashed through the sight's mind.
Did SOM marry a gang member?
I just came to the door and met the police working on a case?
But no, if it's the police, why use the muffler, and there's no reason to warn. They didn't shoot directly. It's not like they came to arrest people, but they came to kill people.
He scratched his head and suddenly found another thing that surprised him.
Looking at the gun in his hand, he had no psychological adverse reaction.
The previous PTSD symptoms healed without medicine!
Maybe it was because I was forced to shoot at the critical moment of my life. Like a blocked water pipe, suddenly a strong current came and washed it away.
Everything goes well, everything goes well.
Now there's no bird thing!
I really don't know whether it's a comedy or a tragedy!
The collimator himself doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Now all the answers seem to lie on the policeman who is not dead on the ground.
"I want to ask you a question." the collimator leaned down and looked at the policeman struggling in the blood. "If you tell me the truth, I can call you an ambulance instead of killing you."
"You're dead..." the policeman lay on the ground with a gloomy smile on his face, "you... You're dead..."
"Me?" the collimator was stunned. "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?"
"Hey, hey..." the police still didn't answer his question positively, and still repeated the meaningless words: "you're dead... You're dead..."
"Falk!" the collimator suddenly became angry. He couldn't accept such a guy who didn't take his questions seriously. Now it's obvious that the other party's life is in his own hands. He has to let him know who is Zhuang and who is idle!
For the police, the quasi star has a natural aversion, but his men will not be merciful at all.
He took a pistol, aimed at the wound on the gunman's arm and stabbed it in!
"Ah --"
The scream of this guy startled even the collimator. He grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth, and then stepped on his mouth.
"My patience is very limited. I'll ask you again. Why did you come here and kill Klaus?"
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The collimator got up from the ground and staggered towards the gunman who was still breathing on the ground.
The gunman lay on the ground, blood dripping from his chest, but he struggled to climb towards the gun he fell on the ground and tried to pick up the gun with his still moving hand.
The collimator raised his hand and shot his intact hand.
The guy immediately let out another scream.
The collimator stepped on the gun, pulled him to his feet, picked it up and inserted it around his waist.
In this strange country, in this strange city, the collimator needs a gun too much.
He looked at his wound. The bullet seemed to be trapped in a muscle.
He took a deep breath, as if he hadn't hurt his lungs, which reassured him a little.
Go to the cabinet, Zhuixing opens the drawer and rummages through the cabinet to find medicine.
The shot was choking, without the protection of bulletproof vest. After passing through the first gunman, he hit the right chest of the collimator. Although the penetration force decreased, the stopping force increased. The wound of the collimator looked like a mess, opened a big hole, and the amount of bleeding was really a lot.
Now there is no time to find the warhead. Hemostasis is the first thing to do, and then you must find a doctor to take out the bullet for yourself.
Because the chest is a vital part, the collimator does not dare to cut himself. First, he is afraid of infection. Second, he feels that the bullet should not be far from his lungs. Maybe it hit the bone. In case he accidentally stabbed the diaphragm or scratched his lungs, he will really die.
Fortunately, the collimator's luck is not too bad. SOM's family has a lot of trauma drugs.
This is a slum. The police often come to clean up. Once they come, there will be a gun battle. No one can say that they were unlucky and were hit by stray bullets that day. Therefore, the homes in the slum are generally equipped with drugs. Those gangsters often act as good people and send some common drugs.
The collimator found the tape, cotton yarn and hemostatic agent. He poured the hemostatic agent on it. There was no needle and thread here, and the suture could not be done. He had to use cotton yarn to block the wound. He wiped the blood around the wound and stuck the tape. He hoped that the hemostatic agent could stop the bleeding of the wound.
After finishing everything, the collimator tried to twist his arm and found that although it hurt a little when his muscles were involved, he could hold it back.
He took a new dress out of magaisian's backpack and put it on, so as not to attract too much attention. He was afraid that he would be surrounded within a few minutes of leaving here.
Then he went to the first dead gunman, squatted down, turned over on him, and took away his magazine, wallet and other items.
Then he came to the dead man, took out the things in his pocket, found his ID card and had a look.
"Damn it! Is it Klaus?"
He only glanced at the name on his ID card and knew that something bad was going on.
The man who died in Nike shoes was som's husband, the Brazilian who married that year.
Although the collimator had never met this brother-in-law, he knew his name.
Looking at the face that had lost its blood color, but his eyes were not closed, he could see that the man was fired a few shots and sent directly to God.
Reaching out his hand, he closed his eyelids and drew a cross on his chest.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
After that, he went back to the killer who still didn't die, pulled a low stool and sat in front of him.
Then the collimator straightened out his confused thoughts.
Who are these people!?
Is it a gang member?
This is a slum, and drug crimes are everywhere. Maybe his brother-in-law, who has never met, has touched on some shady transactions, which leads to this situation today.
However, he soon denied his idea.
Because the pistol in his hand was a Taurus pt709 pistol.
After all, the collimator is a well-informed mercenary, and he is very proficient in firearms. This type of pistol is a kind of domestic pistol in Brazil, and the model is relatively advanced. Therefore, it is equipped with military and police departments, and it is generally rarely sold on the market.
He couldn't help but open the wallet from the dead gunman. On one side of the wallet, he found a work permit with a picture of a uniformed police officer!
Fark!
This guy here is a police officer!
He immediately leaned over, pulled out his wallet from the other gunman, and opened it in his groan.
Also a police officer!
"Fark!"
The collimator felt his scalp explode and couldn't help scolding himself.
I came all the way here to look for relatives. I just got off the plane and killed two local police officers in less than three hours!
God!
What kind of black pot is this? I let myself carry it!
Countless thoughts flashed through the sight's mind.
Did SOM marry a gang member?
I just came to the door and met the police working on a case?
But no, if it's the police, why use the muffler, and there's no reason to warn. They didn't shoot directly. It's not like they came to arrest people, but they came to kill people.
He scratched his head and suddenly found another thing that surprised him.
Looking at the gun in his hand, he had no psychological adverse reaction.
The previous PTSD symptoms healed without medicine!
Maybe it was because I was forced to shoot at the critical moment of my life. Like a blocked water pipe, suddenly a strong current came and washed it away.
Everything goes well, everything goes well.
Now there's no bird thing!
I really don't know whether it's a comedy or a tragedy!
The collimator himself doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Now all the answers seem to lie on the policeman who is not dead on the ground.
"I want to ask you a question." the collimator leaned down and looked at the policeman struggling in the blood. "If you tell me the truth, I can call you an ambulance instead of killing you."
"You're dead..." the policeman lay on the ground with a gloomy smile on his face, "you... You're dead..."
"Me?" the collimator was stunned. "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?"
"Hey, hey..." the police still didn't answer his question positively, and still repeated the meaningless words: "you're dead... You're dead..."
"Falk!" the collimator suddenly became angry. He couldn't accept such a guy who didn't take his questions seriously. Now it's obvious that the other party's life is in his own hands. He has to let him know who is Zhuang and who is idle!
For the police, the quasi star has a natural aversion, but his men will not be merciful at all.
He took a pistol, aimed at the wound on the gunman's arm and stabbed it in!
"Ah --"
The scream of this guy startled even the collimator. He grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth, and then stepped on his mouth.
"My patience is very limited. I'll ask you again. Why did you come here and kill Klaus?"
The collimator got up from the ground and staggered towards the gunman who was still breathing on the ground.The gunman lay on the ground, blood dripping from his chest, but he struggled to climb towards the gun he fell on the ground and tried to pick up the gun with his still moving hand.The collimator raised his hand and shot his intact hand.The guy immediately let out another scream.The collimator stepped on the gun, pulled him to his feet, picked it up and inserted it around his waist.In this strange country, in this strange city, the collimator needs a gun too much.He looked at his wound. The bullet seemed to be trapped in a muscle.He took a deep breath, as if he hadn't hurt his lungs, which reassured him a little.Go to the cabinet, Zhuixing opens the drawer and rummages through the cabinet to find medicine.The shot was choking, without the protection of bulletproof vest. After passing through the first gunman, he hit the right chest of the collimator. Although the penetration force decreased, the stopping force increased. The wound of the collimator looked like a mess, opened a big hole, and the amount of bleeding was really a lot.Now there is no time to find the warhead. Hemostasis is the first thing to do, and then you must find a doctor to take out the bullet for yourself.Because the chest is a vital part, the collimator does not dare to cut himself. First, he is afraid of infection. Second, he feels that the bullet should not be far from his lungs. Maybe it hit the bone. In case he accidentally stabbed the diaphragm or scratched his lungs, he will really die.Fortunately, the collimator's luck is not too bad. SOM's family has a lot of trauma drugs.This is a slum. The police often come to clean up. Once they come, there will be a gun battle. No one can say that they were unlucky and were hit by stray bullets that day. Therefore, the homes in the slum are generally equipped with drugs. Those gangsters often act as good people and send some common drugs.The collimator found the tape, cotton yarn and hemostatic agent. He poured the hemostatic agent on it. There was no needle and thread here, and the suture could not be done. He had to use cotton yarn to block the wound. He wiped the blood around the wound and stuck the tape. He hoped that the hemostatic agent could stop the bleeding of the wound.After finishing everything, the collimator tried to twist his arm and found that although it hurt a little when his muscles were involved, he could hold it back.He took a new dress out of magaisian's backpack and put it on, so as not to attract too much attention. He was afraid that he would be surrounded within a few minutes of leaving here.Then he went to the first dead gunman, squatted down, turned over on him, and took away his magazine, wallet and other items.Then he came to the dead man, took out the things in his pocket, found his ID card and had a look."Damn it! Is it Klaus?"He only glanced at the name on his ID card and knew that something bad was going on.The man who died in Nike shoes was som's husband, the Brazilian who married that year.Although the collimator had never met this brother-in-law, he knew his name.Looking at the face that had lost its blood color, but his eyes were not closed, he could see that the man was fired a few shots and sent directly to God.Reaching out his hand, he closed his eyelids and drew a cross on his chest."I'm sorry I'm late."After that, he went back to the killer who still didn't die, pulled a low stool and sat in front of him.Then the collimator straightened out his confused thoughts.Who are these people!?Is it a gang member?This is a slum, and drug crimes are everywhere. Maybe his brother-in-law, who has never met, has touched on some shady transactions, which leads to this situation today.However, he soon denied his idea.Because the pistol in his hand was a Taurus pt709 pistol.After all, the collimator is a well-informed mercenary, and he is very proficient in firearms. This type of pistol is a kind of domestic pistol in Brazil, and the model is relatively advanced. Therefore, it is equipped with military and police departments, and it is generally rarely sold on the market.He couldn't help but open the wallet from the dead gunman. On one side of the wallet, he found a work permit with a picture of a uniformed police officer!Fark!This guy here is a police officer!He immediately leaned over, pulled out his wallet from the other gunman, and opened it in his groan.Also a police officer!"Fark!"The collimator felt his scalp explode and couldn't help scolding himself.I came all the way here to look for relatives. I just got off the plane and killed two local police officers in less than three hours!God!What kind of black pot is this? I let myself carry it!Countless thoughts flashed through the sight's mind.Did SOM marry a gang member?I just came to the door and met the police working on a case?But no, if it's the police, why use the muffler, and there's no reason to warn. They didn't shoot directly. It's not like they came to arrest people, but they came to kill people.He scratched his head and suddenly found another thing that surprised him.Looking at the gun in his hand, he had no psychological adverse reaction.The previous PTSD symptoms healed without medicine!Maybe it was because I was forced to shoot at the critical moment of my life. Like a blocked water pipe, suddenly a strong current came and washed it away.Everything goes well, everything goes well.Now there's no bird thing!I really don't know whether it's a comedy or a tragedy!The collimator himself doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.Now all the answers seem to lie on the policeman who is not dead on the ground."I want to ask you a question." the collimator leaned down and looked at the policeman struggling in the blood. "If you tell me the truth, I can call you an ambulance instead of killing you.""You're dead..." the policeman lay on the ground with a gloomy smile on his face, "you... You're dead...""Me?" the collimator was stunned. "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?""Hey, hey..." the police still didn't answer his question positively, and still repeated the meaningless words: "you're dead... You're dead...""Falk!" the collimator suddenly became angry. He couldn't accept such a guy who didn't take his questions seriously. Now it's obvious that the other party's life is in his own hands. He has to let him know who is Zhuang and who is idle!For the police, the quasi star has a natural aversion, but his men will not be merciful at all.He took a pistol, aimed at the wound on the gunman's arm and stabbed it in!"Ah --"The scream of this guy startled even the collimator. He grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth, and then stepped on his mouth."My patience is very limited. I'll ask you again. Why did you come here and kill Klaus?"
