Pang Jindong smiled and said: "It is indeed possible!"

"As long as the winner of the election is announced, we will have enough opportunities and time!"

"Milia..." Pang Jindong said, his eyes blurred for a moment. "Please convey to Nick for me, the thing I am most proud of in my life is to be your commander.

, and friends!”

"I am also honored to be able to become a mercenary with you!" Miliya finished her words, and she and Pang Jindong couldn't help but stand still, and then raised their hands in a military salute.

In the bustling street, Pang Jindong's action was particularly eye-catching. Pang Jindong looked around and looked at those busybodies with contempt and disdain.

However, at this moment, Pang Jindong heard a slight noise coming from behind him.

This sound touched a point deep in Pang Jindong's memory, and Pang Jindong immediately recalled that this was the sound of the safety of the May 4th pistol being opened.

After identifying the threat, Pang Jindong flew to the side almost instinctively, jumped to the side, and then rolled on the spot.

At the same time, gunfire also rang out.

A man standing in front of Pang Jindong suddenly shook his body, a large amount of blood spurted out from his neck, and then fell to the ground, twitching from time to time.

"Something happened here, let's talk about it later!" Pang Jindong hung up the phone and stood up to look for the killer.

The gunfire just now caused this narrow but bustling street to immediately become chaotic. People were shouting crazily, not knowing what was going on, and they didn't know where they were safe. They were just excited by the gunfire.

Fear, so I ran around without a clue, trying to avoid the danger that I didn't know where it came from.

Among the frantic crowd, there was no trace of the gunman at all. Even if he was found, the frightened people would become his best barrier and he would not be able to get close. Pang Jindong understood this, so he had to give up.

When ordinary people encounter danger, they will have a sense of blind obedience and run desperately to places with many people. This is an animal instinct of human beings. Herbivores and fish schools gather a large number of similar species to enhance individual safety.

However, disorderly gathering in the same place often leads to crowding and trampling.

People on the street wanted to hide in the shops facing the street immediately, but they crowded together in front of the shops. After a while, painful screams were heard from the crowd of people squeezing.

A little girl, no more than seven or eight years old, couldn't find her parents. She was pushed to the wall by several adults who were trying their best to squeeze in. The adults' thick thighs trapped her like a cage, and then they pushed hard towards her.

She squeezed.

At first, the girl kept crying and calling for her parents. After a while, she didn't even have the strength to cry. Her face became paler and paler, and her dull eyes looked at the adults who didn't care whether she lived or died.

Pang Jindong rushed forward and shouted: "You have squeezed the child!" Then he grabbed the collar of the outermost person, stepped on his heels with his feet, and pulled out hard. The person immediately fell backward and fell on the ground.

On the ground.

After Pang Jindong pulled away four or five people, he finally took the little girl out.

It was only then that people finally realized that the danger had passed.

Although they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered when facing the gunmen, now they saw the unarmed Pang Jindong, and they acted as fierce as tigers.

"Why the hell are you pulling me?" A fallen man stood up and stepped forward to push Pang Jindong.

Pang Jindong held the girl with his left hand, grabbed the girl's wrist with his right hand, and then broke her back, causing the tiger to immediately turn back into a lamb.

"Oh oh... let go... let go..." This person kept begging.

"You were only thinking about escaping for your own lives and almost squeezed this girl to death. Do you still have any fucking humanity?" Pang Jindong roared angrily, pushed the man forward, and then let go of his hand.

This man rubbed his wrist and looked at Pang Jindong in fear without saying anything else. Seeing Pang Jindong's look, the others also gave up the idea of ​​looking for bad luck.

Pang Jindong shouted and asked: "Who are this girl's parents?"

"Here it is! Here it is!" A man and a woman squeezed out from the crowd and came to Pang Jindong. Their faces were very pale. After making sure that their daughter was safe and sound, they hurriedly said: "Thank you! Thank you!"

Pang Jindong came to the man who had just been shot, checked and found that the man was still alive. The wound was not fatal, but his heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.

Pang Jindong pressed several places near the man's wound and shouted to the crowd: "There is a pharmacy next to it. Who can help me buy something?"

There were many people watching. Everyone looked at each other and then continued to watch the excitement, but no one agreed.

Pang Jindong sighed, took out a pile of money, and shouted: "Whoever buys it for me, the money belongs to him!"

Some people asked doubtfully: "Really?"

"People's lives are at stake, am I kidding? I just want to save this person, I don't even know him!"

A young man of 17 or 18 years old came up, looked at it cringingly, and then said to Pang Jindong: "What do you need? I'll buy it for you!"

"Rivanol solution, Yunnan Baiyao for external use, medical alcohol, scalpels, scissors, a large amount of medical cotton and gauze, and..." After thinking for a while, Pang Jindong continued: "Huoxiang Zhengqi water, the cheapest one

Seed, packed in plastic tubes.”

"Okay!" The young man didn't expect to need so many things, but he nodded and ran to buy them quickly.

Pang Jindong shouted behind him: "Whether this person can survive or not depends entirely on you!"

The young man bought the things quickly, and Pang Jindong asked him: "Can you help me?"

Looking at the blood stains on the floor, the young man nodded.

The injured person was very pessimistic at this time, his face was frighteningly pale, his chest could not rise at all, and his body twitched from time to time.

Pang Jindong took out a tube of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, poured out the liquid inside, removed the head and tail with scissors, trimmed it again, made it into a small round tube, wrapped it with a layer of gauze, and handed it to the young man's hand.

: "Get it!"

Immediately afterwards, Pang Jindong washed the injured person's wound with Rivanol solution, sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao, and covered it with gauze and medicinal cotton.

Pang Jindong asked: "The most critical step has begun. Will you faint when you see blood?"

The young man looked at Pang Jindong in confusion and shook his head nervously.

After Pang Jindong sterilized the scalpel with alcohol, he cut a small round hole in the injured person's throat.

The young man was very shocked by Pang Jindong's behavior and asked stumblingly: "What...are you...going to do?"

"Don't worry! I'm not trying to murder him!" Pang Jindong wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "His injury is not serious, but the injured area is too close to the respiratory tract. I found that the bullet has damaged his trachea.

This will cause a large amount of blood to rush in, and over time, he will suffocate to death." Pang Jindong said while operating.

"That is to say..."

Pang Jindong continued what the young man said: "In other words, the bullet did not kill him, but he would drown in his own blood. I made a hole in his throat to allow his lungs to temporarily breathe fresh air from here."

Air."

"Oh!" The young man nodded and asked, "What should we do next?"

"Press his chest hard several times!"

The young man did as he was told, and every time he pressed it, a large amount of blood spurted out from the hole in his throat. Finally, the injured coughed a few times, and his face, which was pale just now, gradually recovered.

Seeing that it was almost done, Pang Jindong slowly inserted the round tube into the hole.

"Is this enough?"

"Of course not. He must receive systematic treatment and assistance, but his life is not in danger for the time being. He can hold on until the ambulance comes."

A bystander said to Pang Jindong: "Hey, buddy, you are really good!"

After hearing this, Pang Jindong looked around and found that the first aid he had just performed had attracted hundreds of onlookers. However, these people just stood with their hands down, and no one wanted to come over to help.

Pang Jindong rolled his eyes at these indifferent onlookers and put the money into the young man's hand: "You deserve this!"

"I don't want it!" The young man hurriedly pushed the money back to Pang Jindong.

"What I said must count!" At this point, Pang Jindong rolled his eyes at the onlookers again.

The young man thought for a while, took out one of the cards, and told Pang Jindong: "This is the money for buying something just now. It has already been paid out! I don't want the others, I'm not doing it for money!"

"Young man, take it, don't give it up!" someone next to him shouted.

The young man looked at the booing people and said nothing, but his face was full of contempt.

Pang Jindong took a closer look at the young man and saw that he was wearing a dirty camouflage uniform and his skin was tanned by years of sunshine. He was obviously engaged in low-level manual labor.

Guanzi said: "You can know honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing." This sentence is certainly reasonable, but in many cases, poverty can temper a person's character. That's why another saint, Confucius, proposed to pursue "Confucius and Yan's happy place"

.

At this moment, a rapid siren sounded, and several police cars and ambulances were seen approaching from far away.

This street was originally too narrow and became chaotic after the shooting, so the police did not arrive until this moment. It was precisely because of Pang Jindong's first aid that the best time to rescue the injured was extended.

While everyone was focusing their attention on the police, Pang Jindong left quietly.

There is no doubt that the target of this gunman is Pang Jindong, but who sent it? On the way home, Pang Jindong thought about various possibilities.
Chapter completed!