Gu Tie knew that he couldn't ask anything anymore, he stood up, picked up the other party's discarded Type 54 pistol from George's side, fiddled with the sleeve and withdrew the dud, "Zhuo Ligetu, you are completely different from the fraternity member I imagined. In return, I will tell you one last thing, the biggest defect of this Chinese-made pistol of the last century after aging is that the firing pin is unstable, if it is fired continuously with empty guns......"

"Dah. Click. Click. The Chinese pulled the trigger three times in a row, and when the trigger was pulled for the fourth time, a black light shot out of the muzzle and "snapped" through the skull of the Mongol from the center of the eyebrows. The dying throes stopped, and Zoligetu slowly lay to the ground.

“...... The hammer will break the firing pin and shoot out, a force that can kill people at close range. Don't bluff next time you don't have bullets in your gun, you don't have the determination and skill to kill me, - you're not a fighter, man. Gu Tie threw away his pistol and sighed slightly.

The condition of the little white-faced George was very unoptimistic, and Bot temporarily stopped the bleeding from the two open wounds on the abdomen and thigh, and it can be estimated from the shocking pool of blood on the ground that the guy has lost almost 30% of his blood. "There was no shrapnel remaining, no organ damage, I had closed the wound with a polymer zipper and continued to apply gel to prevent cracking. The beard gestured to Terry, who arrived later, and stood up and ran to another wounded man not far away.

The clown squatted down and smeared the pale blue tissue regeneration gel on the hastily closed wound with an expressionless face, Gu Tie observed George's situation, "You'd better live, daredevil, otherwise what's the point of me spending so much effort to act for the Mongolian tuberculosis ghost?" He reached out and patted the other party's pale face, got up and walked away.

Half of Guise's face was also bloodless. Compared to George, who was hit twice by a large-caliber sniper rifle, the lethality of a 7.62mm pistol bullet can be said to be insignificant, but the juggler with extraordinary reaction speed spotted the incoming bullet, twisted his waist in the forward action to make a dodge movement, the bullet grazed the jaw, and extremely coincidentally shot into the body through the bone gap in the shoulder socket, hitting the lungs. At this moment, he was breathing hard with his mouth wide open, his throat making a bellows-like sound, and the hemopneumothorax was depriving him of the ability to obtain oxygen, and Guise's already hideous and terrifying face was plated with a terrifying blue-purple color.

"What to do?" asked Eva anxiously, as she pressed her hands against the wound on Guise's shoulder, which did not come out of the wound with much blood, and was dark brown with lack of oxygen. "The warhead is still in my body! I need to have an immediate thoracotomy to remove the bullet that is compressing the artery, otherwise Old Gies won't last long!" Bot concluded, "It would be nice if the RV was next to me, and we can't ......stay here for long without any equipment right now."

"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, suffocation is one of the most painful ways to die, the thirst for oxygen can make people break down, be careful, he may tear his throat." ”

Sure enough, Half-Face Gies began to let out a hoarse roar, his hands tearing at his chest, and pink blood bubbles kept spurting out of his mouth. "Save him!" Eva raised her head to look at the Chinese who was high above, and helpless tears flowed from her eyes: "Save him! You have the right to stand by and watch, but I beg you, I beg you to save him......"

"Bah, you're just standing by, I'm just trying to figure it out. Gu Tie was distracted by the eyes of that kind of injured little animal, and hurriedly patted his face to sober up, "Even if the pressure of the chest cavity is applied, the bleeding point will continue to bleed, unless the warhead is taken out at once." Bot, I'm assuming you have a perspective device in your treasure bag. ”

The beard immediately lifted his coat, and the inside of his long coat was covered with large and small pockets and velcro buckles, filled with all kinds of delicate knick-knacks, "A miniature X-ray machine, used to check the civilian model of the package, but there is no problem with the bones." He pulled out something like a pen, "What are you going to do? ”

Gu Tie squatted down and tore off Guisi's black cloak with a "brush". The eccentric man's muscular body was covered in scars and bullet holes, and it was hard to imagine how he had managed to escape from so many fatal injuries. "Impressed. The Chinese muttered, pointing to several places on Gith's body, "Here, here, here." And here. Photograph. ”

The X-ray machine made a slight shooting sound, and Bot handed over a handheld computer: "Okay, the resolution is relatively low, I thought about carrying a CT device, in fact, there is a spiral ...... on the RV"

"Enough. Gu Tie glanced at the perspective photo on the 5-inch screen and exclaimed, "...... Why did his ribs look like this? Where did the two pairs of floating ribs go?...... By the way, I've heard that there is a bone reduction technique that allows adults to drill into very narrow holes, and it is said that the eleventh and twelfth pairs of ribs are removed from an early age...... Bot, I'm not an expert, you look at this position of the warhead. ”

"At the lower end of the right lung, near the parietal pleura, there was no major blood vessel injury, which I guess was due to a tear in the adhesion zone caused by the rise in pressure in the lungs, and a hemopneumothorax caused by bleeding in the small arteries. The beard, who seemed to know everything, replied quickly.

Gu Tie glanced at him, "By the way, what is the role of 'scavenger' responsible for?"

"You have to do something. Including magic. The magician replied honestly.

"What a providential coincidence...... If Guise hadn't removed the four ribs, the warhead would have been hidden behind the ribs and difficult to reach......" Chinese suddenly stood up and looked around, as if looking for something. “...... There you have!" he walked to a garbage heap at the mouth of an alley in the slum.

Eva stared at Gu Tie's back rummaging through the garbage, and said worriedly, "Bote, what the hell is he doing?"

The beard shook his head: "I see, but I don't want to tell you, this idea is crazy." ”

Ten seconds later, Gu Tie strode back, with a transparent glass wine bottle in his hand, "Hengshui Lao Baigan!" He glanced at the trademark, quite surprised, "There is not a single Mongolian word, I actually saw Chinese smuggled goods in a foreign country...... " He suddenly shook his wrist, and the wine bottle smashed on a stone, leaving only a short bottleneck in his hand, "Scavenger, disinfect me." ”

Bot took out disinfectant and an alcohol blowtorch from his inner pocket, disinfecting Gu Tie's hands, Jisi's chest and the glass neck respectively. Little Lori suddenly exclaimed in surprise and covered her mouth: "You don't want to ......"

"The wound will be big and painful, but he will live. A person with half a face will not be killed by a warhead, this is too pediatric. The Chinese pretended to shake their hands easily. The sharp edge of the bottleneck was baked by the blowtorch, and Gu Tie grinned, but he then picked up his arm and stabbed it into Guise's chest without aim.

"Poof!"

The glass bottleneck was mostly submerged, and bubbling blood spurted out of the mouth of the bottle like a freshly opened draft beer, gurgling around. As soon as the pressure in his chest was relieved, Guise immediately took a long breath, and the spasms in his body disappeared.

"Is the location right?" asked Gu Tie as he pinched the mouth of the bottle with three fingers.

Bot looked down at the image on the handheld computer, "As accurate as a gamma knife, man." ”

"Get ready to plug the leak. Three, two, one...... The Chinese counted down to three and pulled out the bottleneck with a roar of rage, which was not an easy job, and the difference in internal and external pressure and the reflex spasm of the muscles firmly sucked the foreign body, and every thug who used a fruit knife without a blood groove to stab people in the street had this embarrassing feeling. Gu Tie concentrated all his strength on his fingertips at this time, pressed Jisi's chest with his left hand, and struggled to pump out with his right hand, at this time he regretted very much that he did not practice the pulling force of Bajiquan according to Lao Zhao's instructions, but instead understood the adjective "mud pit reversing" when Lao Zhao used the dragging technique, at this time Jisi's body was a big mud pit, and that small bottleneck was a bulky ox cart. Just when I felt that the tips of my fingers were about to lose consciousness, "Bang!" came the sound of opening a champagne, and as the glass bottle left the body, a blurred mass of flesh was pulled out, and a yellow and clear flat bullet suddenly rolled and appeared in the air.

As soon as the bottleneck left his body, Gu Tie, who couldn't grasp the strength well, crushed the glass bottle mouth, "Damn!" He jumped in pain, shook his hand and threw the glass slag away, and the three fingertips were already bloody and blurred.

Although there was a large hole in his chest, Keith's breathing was much easier, and he woke up with one eye, "...... I'm hurt, and the Chosen One, Mr. the Chosen One, are you okay?"

"It was fine, but now it's a bit of a problem. Gu Tie looked at him narrowly, carefully pulled out the glass slag between his fingernails, and the green tendons on his forehead hurt one by one.

"Don't speak. He took out a drain and inserted it into the round wound, quickly stopping the bleeding from both wounds: "Before the arterioles stop bleeding, a little blood loss and pain will kill you, old Guise." You're alive again. ”

"If I had been afraid of pain, I wouldn't have survived today. The half-faced guy was surprisingly tenacious, and he sat up with one hand on his back, nonchalantly pointing to the left side of his face, which was missing.

Eva let out a long breath: "Great, I thought it was ......"

"Let's catch up on the old days when we have time, it's been seven and a half minutes since the gunshots rang out, and even if the Mongols are slow to react, they should come. Gu Tie stood up and waved his hand: "Bote, carry George on your back." Eva, you take care of Terry, that guy isn't quite sober yet. I'm in charge of Guise, let's go. ”

Perhaps out of habit, the men of the Glorious Circus still cast inquiring glances at Eva, but before Lori could show her attitude, the partners had already taken action, and even the men with half faces stood up and prepared to move forward.

Eva gritted her teeth and suppressed her anger, "Enter the Gobi? There are two wounded, we won't be able to go far before we will be found." ”

Gu Tie glanced at him strangely, "Who said they were going to enter the Gobi? Let's go back to Zamyn-Uud!"