When a person's throat is cut, the chance of death is as high as 90 percent. It is the trachea that is severed and the inability to inhale oxygen, and after five minutes of suffocation, it will die completely. The five-minute suffocation here does not mean that you will die after five minutes of suffocation, but that after five minutes of suffocation, no matter what medical equipment is used, you can no longer be saved. Two minutes, only two minutes at most.

Of course, this refers to ordinary people. When ordinary people have their throats cut, they don't know how to save themselves, and when the ambulance comes, they are basically completely helpless. Those who have received special training know how to save themselves at this time, as long as there are hose-type things that can be used around, they can take it to save themselves, even a carbon pen that often writes. As long as this tube-like object with upper and lower ventilation is stuffed into the trachea and linked, it can be delayed for a long time.

However, the current Xiao Yuanchao couldn't find any tubular items at all, he choked his throat and crawled to the river, trying to find reed-like plants, but he couldn't find them at all.

There are only aquatic plants here, no reeds. There was no pen or any tubular object to help him breathe temporarily. When there are no such self-help items, even the gods can't save him.

"Ho ho ...... Ho ho ......"

Xiao Yuanchao lay on the ground in pain, making a ho-ho sound. Beneath his hands, blood droplets continued to splatter outward under the gushing of air from the trachea. In a short period of time, his face had become like a bloodshot dead man, his pupils were dilated rapidly, and the luster of life passed rapidly in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

It's the end of its life, and there will be no more wonders......

"Huh!"

A running figure like a beast rushed towards it, and due to the inertia, the figure crashed into the river. But the moment he fell in, he jumped up with both hands on the riverbank, and reached out to tear away Xiao Yuanchao's hands that were choking his throat.

Seeing the figure rushing wildly, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes that began to spread were full of hope: Li Linglong!

Except for Li Linglong, a wild huntress, no one can run in the way of a beast. She once swore allegiance to Xiao Yuanchao, and even said that she was the shadow of Xiao Yuanchao at all. Although she didn't appear for several years, she finally appeared when Xiao Yuanchao was most dangerous, desperate, and in need of help.

"Whew!"

Li Linglong tore open the muscles of Xiao Yuanchao's throat, took out half of the bamboo joints used to arrange the trap, and quickly cut off the joints at both ends, stuffed them into Xiao Yuanchao's trachea, and connected the two broken tracheas.

"Hah! …… Ha! …… Ha! …… Purr ......"

The trachea was linked, and Xiao Yuanchao let out a deformed gasping sound. He clung to Li Linglong's arm, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw - Li Linglong was his life-saving straw, and Li Lingling saved him!

Xiao Yuanchao couldn't speak for the time being, so he could only stare at Li Linglong's eyes, revealing a grateful look.

"Don't thank me, that's what I'm supposed to do." Li Linglong let out a cold voice, glanced at the sniper storm corpse who was still holding the saber in his hand, and said, "You are really stupid, I have never seen such a stupid person as you." ”

Xiao Yuanchao, who had turned around from the Ghost Gate, smiled, grabbed Li Linglong's shoulders and struggled to stand up.

"Don't move." Li Linglong pressed Xiao Yuanchao to the ground, took out a needle and thread, and said, "I'll suture your wound briefly first, and then immediately find a place to operate." ”

Xiao Yuanchao took a big breath of air, his face was full of smiles, and let Li Linglong stitch up his wounds. He found it really good to be alive, and it was the most enjoyable thing in the world.

After stitching up the wound, Xiao Yuanchao stood in front of Sniper Storm's corpse and sighed deeply, squatting down to sort out his clothes. Either way, Sniper Storm is his subordinate, no matter what, he owes God a favor, and no matter what, Sniper Storm is the world's pinnacle sniper myth. No one has surpassed him before, and no one will surpass him in the future, and his myth will always remain.

Because he died, at least when he was standing at the top of the world.

"Why can't I see where you're murdered?" Li Linglong stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "I think you are a lot of affection, and you feel a little stupid." ”

Xiao Yuanchao just smiled and ignored Li Linglong. Whether he is fierce or not is not fierce can not be explained in a simple two sentences; Whether he is affectionate or not is not something that can be expressed in words.

For such an opponent, he has to maintain a certain amount of respect. People are dead, and there is no need to do anything to vent their anger. Being alive is already the greatest gift from God.

A thin pamphlet slipped out of Sniper Storm's close-fitting clothing, wrapped in brown paper. Xiao Yuanchao picked up this booklet, opened the brown paper, and reflected it in front of Xiao Yuanchao.

Seeing the contents of the booklet, Xiao Yuanchao's eyelids jumped fiercely.

The first few pages of the booklet are full of various cumbersome formulas, each of which is a ballistic calculation, different venues, different climates, and different wind directions. Flipping back, it's a combination of precision calculations and sniping, and the patterns drawn with a pencil. In addition, there are some things that even Xiao Yuanchao can't understand.

This is Sniper Storm's lifelong study of sniping, and all of it is in his booklet. It's just that I don't know why he brought it with him, and it is undoubtedly ...... to come out to fight with this kind of thing

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanchao saw a few lines on the last page: Chief, maybe I will die, maybe you will die. If you die, I will avenge you; If I die, take my life's work with me and pass it on. If we die together, we will be brothers in Hell!

Seeing these lines, the corners of Xiao Yuanchao's eyes were a little moist. Although he was a life-and-death enemy with Sniper Storm just now, he ......

Xiao Yuanchao reached out and closed Sniper Storm's open eyes, stood up and nodded at Li Linglong.

A fire burned, slowly burning this sniper god standing at the pinnacle of the world to ashes. No strong person is immortal, and he is the happiest if he can live.

Wrapped a handful of sniper storm ashes, Xiao Yuanchao limped away with Li Linglong. It's just that the matter is not over yet, and we have to keep going, going on......

"Scalpel!"

"Hemostat!"

"Wipe the sweat!"

“……”

In a hospital in Ukraine, Angelina is operated on an operating table when she dies. Her eyes were wide open, and her pupils were dilated, giving her the appearance of a dead person.

But the doctor didn't give up, or Reddy didn't give up, or Hawkeye didn't give up - they didn't dare give up! R1148