The scorching sun relentlessly shone on the endless Gobi, making everything on the Gobi stone hot.

On the hot gravel in the Gobi, not to mention it is used to fry an egg or something, it is estimated that it is used to grill meat, and it can be done in minutes.

Like a dead man, lying motionless on the Gobi, Zhang Wei didn't know how long.

I finally woke up in such a high temperature, and barely regained my senses.

In the smell of barbecue in his nose, the first thing that came to his mind was the eternal topic of this universe:

Who the hell is Lao Tzu? Where am I now?

Of course, this book is definitely not a bloody romance, and it will not appear that after a shot in the back, there is a magical thing that is far away from the brain, and it is frustrated.

As his mind gradually cleared up, Comrade Goudan not only remembered his identity.

And gradually remembered why he was here:

At that time, he didn't know how many times he had recited the mantra of death, and even interspersed with the scriptures of "Lao Tzu's Notes" many times.

In the faint response caused by the heaven and the earth, his whole person was in a state of mystery, and he didn't notice the slightest situation in the outside world.

Until a 12.7 mm caliber shot hit him.

After knocking him to the ground with a single shot, he was forced out of that mysterious state.

Thanks to the power of the bloodline that was awakened not long ago, Zhang Wei has a defensive ability far higher than the current realm.

If it had been replaced before, maybe under this high-powered bullet, his still thick waist would have been broken in two with one shot.

But even so, there was a terrible wound in the position of the left back.

The size of the wound is at least as amazing as a cup for brushing your teeth.

Not only that, after the bullet penetrated Zhang Wei's body, it quickly rolled over, and everywhere it passed, all the organs in the path were stirred to pieces.

In the end, he made a bigger wound in front of him, which was regarded as a splash of blood coming out of his body.

After being shot, although Zhang Wei had come to his senses, he had basically lost his mobility under such injuries.

When he thought he would die on the spot today.

He vaguely saw the Mrs. Shiraishi, and suddenly stretched out her arms, like a little hen guarding her cubs, in front of him.

Then, there was the little fat man who was slapped by himself, and the middle-aged man who was pulled out under the prefabricated board.

Soon, more victims of the island country blocked themselves one by one, forming an impenetrable human wall.

Zhang Wei was very moved by this, but he also knew very well that the blocking and efforts of these ordinary people would not play a role at all in the face of the strong enemies who arrived.

And that's exactly what happened, the human wall they formed, under those opponents dressed like future soldiers, was as fragile as dominoes, and they fell at the slightest touch.

But also because of the obstruction of these people, Zhang Wei finally thought of the possibility of escape in the light of light.

He frantically squeezed his spiritual power, and poured into the past towards the Yongzhou Zhizhi sand table in the sea of eyebrows, all he did was to let himself enter the ruins again.

Entering the ghost place that he had complained about countless times, only entering there was his only hope of escape.

After almost instilling the last trace of spiritual power in his body into the sand table, Zhang Wei finally felt that the sand table in the sea of consciousness was shining for a while.

At the same time, the little space around him was also distorted with familiarity.

It's just that at this time, none of the victims who are still desperately trying to stop the raiders have noticed this inconspicuous little detail.

Before being completely pulled into the ruins, Zhang Wei glared at the raiders again with endless hatred, and he clearly saw the obvious sign of the Star-Spangled Banner on their chests.

He didn't wait to enter the ruins completely, and when the light and shadow shining in front of him shone brightly, the poor boy couldn't hold on any longer, and his head tilted and fainted......

Wake up, but I've woken up.

But at this time, Zhang Wei didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, so he could only lie on the hot gravel and continue to maintain the state of standing upright.

Only after you have recovered a little bit of strength can you exchange a little food and medicine to speed up your recovery.

The only fortunate thing is that the strong smell of blood on his body didn't attract those terrifying underground lizards, otherwise he would have hung up on any of them.

This gunshot wound can be regarded as the heaviest guy he has ever suffered in his life.

Zhang Wei, who closed his eyes and recuperated, began to check the condition in his body by looking inward.

The rest of the place was okay, and even the two huge eye-catchers on the front and back waist poles were barely folded together, so as not to cause him to lose a lot of blood.

But the problem is that the part of the left waist where the gun was shot in the body is already a piece of sparse.

On top of that, a big waist that is extremely important for a man has been almost destroyed.

Even if there are as many as two big waists in the human body, breaking one will not affect the use of the other;

It's just that even so, Zhang Wei's hatred for Uncle Sam's family has reached an unimaginable peak.

Isn't it possible to aim at other places to fight? Because Mao must fire at his waist, so no, Zhang Wei firmly set his lifelong enemy in his heart......

Like a salted fish that had been dried, Zhang Wei barely recovered after lying in place for a day and a night.

It was only at nine o'clock that night that he regained a little of his mobility of his hands and feet, and with this little strength he exchanged food and medicine.

The food was naturally the simplest chocolate bar, which meant that it was indeed a little unpalatable, but it could soothe his hungry belly.

And for his recovery, stop supplying more necessary energy.

After eating, he not only sprinkled a large handful of sulfonamide powder on the wound that was still upside down, but also wrapped it back and forth with clean gauze.

In addition, he also gave himself a guy and injected as many as six shots of penicillin in a row.

He himself knew that the dose of such an injection was indeed so large.

At the same time, he knows that after lying on the Gobi for so long, the huge wounds on the front and back waist, who knows how many bacteria have been infected.

In order to avoid the infection and deterioration of the wound, he can only feel a little more at ease by increasing the dose of this antique anti-inflammatory drug.

Originally, after doing all this, he habitually wanted to drink another genetic potion to speed up the recovery of his injuries.

However, after glancing at the increasingly scarce balance of energy points, he still gave up on this tempting idea.

When he recovers, he must get this deep hatred back from Uncle Sam's family, and in that case, in the face of the only superpower on this planet, no amount of energy points will be enough.

So, when the temperature on the Gobi is getting colder and colder.

Zhang Wei just exchanged three quilts, wrapped himself deadly, and then reluctantly put on a cross-legged posture and began to practice again!