After another kick, the door lock made a "click" sound and a few pieces fell. The door finally opened.

M4 kicked open the door and looked back at SCAR. Their eyes met in the air and they already understood each other's thoughts.

SCAR nodded, then pointed at 79 and made a gesture. It meant that she should not go in yet and watch outside now.

Of course, 79 had no objections and obeyed the arrangement. SCAR and M4 entered the room one after another.

The room is very big, even bigger than SCAR imagined. There is nothing superfluous in it. It is just a storage room. The various things inside are neatly arranged in different categories. The administrator looks like he has an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

patient.

The two took a cursory glance and found that the supplies piled on the surface were mostly protective clothing, masks and the like. At least on the surface, there was no flash at all. The two looked at each other, both seeing each other's eyes.

Saw the disappointment.

However, SCAR clearly did not give up. She patted M4 on the shoulder and pointed to the corner on the right, indicating that she would start searching from here. After receiving a positive reply, SCAR herself went to another corner of the room, and

M4 searches diagonally.

Finding things is a job that requires care and patience. It tests one's meticulousness...and luck. Of course, it is also a time-consuming activity.

To put it briefly, an hour passed quickly, but SCAR still found nothing. Although they found some hydrogen peroxide for disinfection, these are actually not important. These things, whether they are disinfecting effects or additional effects, have

It's not as useful as the ointment they brought themselves, so it's really dispensable.

As for the scalpel, I couldn't find a clean one.

It’s not that there are no scalpels. SCAR walked over and discovered that there were several small packages inside a cardboard box, all of which were shiny silver lancets. But the problem was that the box fell to the ground and the small packages were damaged.

Yes, the alloy blade inside was either chipped or broken into two pieces.

At first, the scalpel was made of carbon steel, which was easy to wear. Later it was replaced by stainless steel. Now, it has been replaced by a special No. 6 alloy, which has good hardness and toughness. But it is not without problems. If it is used for a long time

Without maintenance, they will be damaged much faster than ordinary stainless steel.

Then it fell halfway and ended up like this.

Moreover, there has been no news at all from M4 for such a long time, so the chances of finding anything are probably slim.

SCAR sighed and put away the useful things he found: a pack of bandages, styptic powder, and a bottle of alcohol - used to sterilize surgical instruments.

As soon as she reached the door of the room, SCAR saw M4 coming over. Unlike her, M4 was empty-handed. It looked like her luck had run out.

The two people looked at each other and walked out helplessly.

As soon as the two of them went out, they were almost shocked. The 79 guard standing guard at the door was humming a tune. And the oxygen mask, which was regarded as a life-saving straw, was thrown aside like garbage.

SCAR was shocked, and quickly ran over and patted 79 on the shoulder, covering her mouth and nose with her left hand. That meant asking her, why don't you wear a mask?

However, SCAR's expression relaxed slightly when he saw 79's face. 79's face looked as normal and he didn't seem to be feeling any discomfort.

"Sister SCAR, have you found it?" 79 asked.

SCAR made the gesture again.

"Oh, the mask may have used up the sodium peroxide and I can't breathe." 79 said casually: "As a result, I found that the smell here is actually lighter than above."

"Huh?" SCAR and M4 let out a chuckle at the same time. Their movements became surprisingly consistent, and they reached for their masks at the same time.

"Indeed." M4, who was more sensitive to the smell, nodded: "The taste is much lighter than the above."

"That's weird." SCAR frowned.

But neither of them thought about it in detail, because there were more important things at the moment.

"The most important thing was not found." SCAR unfolded the small cloth bag in his hand, and the most important tool - a scalpel was missing.

"What should we do?" 79 asked.

"It will be dawn in three or four hours. We may have to take a gamble." SCAR sighed and gave her final solution.

"Go up first."

…

The three people returned to the hall and met the other two.

AK12 and FAL were each wearing two masks, covering their mouths and noses tightly, looking cautious. They held guns in their hands and scanned the surroundings cautiously.

As soon as the three people came back, the two of them saw it.

"Did you find something?" FAL saw the cloth bag in SCAR's hand.

"No. These are just some scraps. There are no scalpels, hemostats or sutures." SCAR shook his head.

If I had to say it, sutures are also dispensable. Long Yue still brought a can of the experimental version of the healing spray this time, and even if he just buckled a few pieces of shrapnel, as long as SCAR was a little more careful, there wouldn't be any.

Too big of a wound. Probably...

"It means... we still have to make a trip?" FAL said helplessly.

"Absolutely." SCAR nodded: "There are still three hours of dawn, this time we will get there in one step. Gordon, the nearest rebel field hospital." SCAR ordered.

"...Are you serious?" Gordon hesitated: "You just blew up someone else's arsenal, and now you're going into someone else's hospital?"

"Am I joking?" SCAR asked.

"Okay, I'm just a tool." Gordon complained. There was silence in the earphones for a while, and no one spoke, just waiting for the news quietly.

"The nearest one is probably a little more than a kilometer away from you in a straight line. It takes about two kilometers to go around. It is a small hospital and there must be surgical tools. There are about half a platoon of guards." Gordon replied, his efficiency was quite high.

"Understood." SCAR nodded and gave FAL the cloth bag in his hand.

"What for?" FAL glanced at the cloth bag in his hand and probably understood what SCAR meant.

"Take the things back and support the M99." As expected, SCAR arranged the mission.

"In terms of infiltration activities, it shouldn't be..." FAL glanced at the AK12 from the corner of his eyes. There was basically no infiltration in this person's dictionary, only assassination (unparalleled) and tutu tutu.

"It would be more appropriate for you to go." AK12 said a rare wisecrack. However, there was no expression on her face. To an outsider, they would probably think that she was mocking maliciously.

"Ah, thank you." FAL rolled his eyes at her. She had already seen the light emerging from AK12's eyes. It was not a light that would sneak in obediently.

"When we get back, the one-way radio will be silent. We will contact you when everything is done." SCAR instructed.

"What if not?" FAL asked.

"Then you two must get the captain back no matter what." SCAR stared into her eyes and said.
Chapter completed!