I aimed for the python's eyes, and it would be my most risky move. I believe that if I hit its eyes, it will lose its ability to attack in an instant, and the suspense lies in whether I can hit its eyes.

I am still quite confident in my marksmanship, when I was in the archaeological team, I often dealt with local troops, sometimes I needed the troops to cooperate with the protection, and even in the harsh environment, I lived in the barracks of the troops, and shooting targets with them was one of the ways and means of military-civilian exchanges. My marksmanship was honed in those years.

The problem is that I'm not left-handed. I also didn't shoot with my left hand. The challenge was too great for me.

I tried to calm myself down, and I managed to get myself into that extraordinary and mysterious state, which was the state of the brain that was extremely calm and decisive, the state that I had just entered. I seemed to be able to do anything in that state.

It's a pity that it didn't go as I wanted, the big mouth of the giant python spewing foul blood was already close in front of me, and the clear state I was hoping for did not appear, but the left hand holding the gun trembled slightly. This is caused by a huge psychological pressure, and it is lucky not to be overwhelmed by this pressure.

Fortunately, my attention was already very focused, and when the shadow of Buazon passed over my head, the huge head of the python was already close at hand, and there was no time to think and aim, so I pulled the trigger. Fifteen rounds of ammunition in the M9 magazine were ejected in a very short time. The python only spotted me after the gunshots rang out, and apparently it was so impressed that it changed its target and pounced on me with the bullet in an instant. I could clearly see the sparks of bullets hitting the scales of the python, and hear the clanging sound of hitting the metal.

Unfortunately, I'm talking about this serpent. Because it was so close, even though my left hand was trembling a little, at least two bullets went into its eyes. The scorching bullet made its eyes pop open, and I was so close to it that I could clearly see the bullet splattering blood from its skull.

The python's head slammed backwards as if it had been hit by a giant baseball bat, its massive torso shrinking into a ball, wrapping its head tightly in the middle. The huge behemoth, which looked like a heavy truck, crashed without any support. The black water under the banyan tree stirred up a huge wave, and it was submerged in an instant. Only then did I realize that the water level in the swamp had risen a lot, and it was already possible to easily drown the python.

I didn't expect it to be so close, and I didn't expect it to be so simple and perfect. But my terrible right arm didn't give me time to get excited, and the moment the bullets were poured, my body slipped unbalanced.

In desperation, I bit down on the hot barrel of the gun, and quickly grabbed the branch on the other side of my body with my left hand, keeping my balance and not sliding. But by this time, my body had slid from the thick foliage mat to the edge of the treetops, and what was mainly bearing the weight of my body had transformed from the thick foliage into a few branches that I clutched in my hands. In other words, it is up to my hands to bear my own weight.

My body was already vertical, my legs were completely hanging out of the treetops, my upper body was barely leaning on the treetops, and my head was leaning back even harder, which I had already used as a fulcrum to support my body. The most embarrassing thing for me was that I couldn't use my strength in this position, my back was leaning on the branch, and the right side of my back hurt my heart, and I was worried that if the bone was broken, this position might hurt the lungs.

At this time, a hand grabbed me from a high place, and it was my right hand that was grabbed. As the force pulled me upward, my already numb right arm regained sensation, and my body trembled like a pendulum in pain, and the saliva from my mouth flowed down the barrel to the hilt, and a thin saliva line was pulled down.

Buazon dragged me to the middle of this foliage mat. It must have been seen that my face was as ugly as a dead man, calling my name out loud, trying to call me back from the Grim Reaper.

I couldn't tell if my mind was awake or confused, but it was very sluggish, especially extremely numb to the pain. His big mouth made such a "snapping" sound, and I didn't feel the pain. But I just couldn't feel the pain on my face, and the pain in my back and right arm went deep into my nerves, maybe the pain was too intense to cover up other pains.

I grabbed Buazon's hand, which was still slapping his mouth wide, and although it felt sluggish, my face was intuitively swollen, and I motioned for him to open my backpack for me. On this thick foliage mat, as long as the body is opened, it will not fall, and the density and toughness of its branches and leaves support me and Buazon without any problems.

Buazon opened my backpack and pulled out my first aid kit to make an inquiring face, and I nodded and pulled out a morphine from my first aid kit. Remove the disinfectant protection and inject it into your right arm at once.

I lay down on the leaf mat with relief, and soon the pain subsided and my breathing gradually became even. My face should have looked a little better, and I saw the look in Buazon's eyes looking at me naturally. Buazon's eyes were still concerned, and he kept babbling at me, as if asking about my injuries.

I shoved the pistol in my arms and gestured to tell him that I had dislocated. Buazon touched my right shoulder joint, patted my chest and said a string of Laotian words, which I thought he meant to help me attach the dislocated joint. I will also pick up a dislocated joint, but I can't pick it up for myself, if he has this experience, I can fully cooperate with him, at least I won't let him pick up the wrong one for me.

My worries were unnecessary, and Buazon skillfully attached my right shoulder joint, and the effect of the morphine had not yet passed, so that I was not tortured again. I couldn't see or touch the wound on my back, but Buazon could see it, and I saw that he was still good at it, so I gestured to tell him that I had been hit by a python on my back, and asked him to see the injury.

I leaned over and Buazon touched the right side of my back for a moment, shaking his head to indicate that it was okay. I had no choice but to give up, it seems that he is only good at dislocation, and does not understand the deeper knowledge of orthopedics. When he pressed on the wound on my back, I could feel that the bones in my back seemed to be broken and uneven, and he couldn't even touch it.

The back injury was unsolvable here, which forced me to change my original plan and abandon the search for Jack. Lying on this leaf mat, I thought about my next plan, but my eyes couldn't open heavily.

The rain kept pouring on me, making my body more and more cold, and I reminded myself not to fall asleep, because it would be fatal to fall asleep at this temperature. But the tired body is not controlled by the brain at all, and the eyes are unconsciously closed.

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