Although Hank Evans was very fast, the Beast Man reacted faster. The huge claw suddenly grabbed the hand holding the knife, squeezed it hard, and slammed his hand into the ice wall.
superior.
After hitting it twice, Hank Evans gave up, let go, and dropped the tank dagger to the ground.
The beastman roared, and began to roar with a low but deafening roar. Hank Evans felt that not only his ears were deafened, but even his diaphragm was vibrating.
The thing hugged him from behind, opened Hank Evans' arms, and tried to tear the fragile mortal's body in half.
Hank Evans screamed, his desperate resistance overwhelming his own strength.
But he is going to die.
Death is in an instant——
The pain caused Hank Evans to put his hand into his mouth, pull out the needle caught between his teeth, and then pull it out violently. The needle scratched his tongue, and a spurt of blood spurted out.
Hank Evans held the needle in his hand, passed it over the back of his head, and stabbed the other person.
The next second, the beastman screamed and threw him out.
After Hank Evans landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, while the beastman covered his eyes and swung around wildly in the cave.
A large amount of liquid and dirty blood gushed out from its head, and it began to howl angrily, with deafening echoes.
Hank Evans scrambled to grab his rifle, but Beast Man turned around and slapped him into the hole.
"Uh-huh!"
Hank Evans' shoulder hit the ice wall hard, and then he leaned backward against the wall and finally slid to the ground.
He felt as if his shoulder blades had cracked.
The Beastman closed his blinded eyes and rushed straight towards Hank Evans, with pus still pouring out around his eyes.
His laser gun was thrown far away, but the knife was right in front of him.
Hank Evans walked up to the knife, held it, squatted down, turned around, and faced the attacker.
But suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the mutant with his back to the hole exploded, being blown apart from the waist to both ends.
The beast that was almost split in half fell down, and a large pool of steaming blood was quickly cooled.
A tall figure blocking the light appeared at the entrance of the cave.
"boss?"
"Fortunately, I installed a locator on you, otherwise I might have to use a pick to extract you from the cultist's toilet."
Rozim put the melt gun into the holster on his waist and walked into the cave.
He was wearing a bloated coat, with a huge backpack behind him. There was a layer of ice on the eyepieces, and when he pulled down the breathing mask, a large amount of hot air immediately leaked out.
Later, the two squatted in the ice cave together and lit a piece of emergency fuel.
"I see you're not talking either. What's wrong? Is your tongue injured?"
Hank Evans breathed out.
"It's okay, the cut was very clean and sharp, as cold as the knife I used to kill the fish."
He said that, but in fact the swollen tongue in his mouth felt as uncomfortable as if there was a bed sheet stuffed in his mouth, and even though he endured the pain and didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his boss, he still couldn't hide the severe pain of the wound on his leg.
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"let me see."
Rozim walked to the medical bag and opened it, and took out the fixing clip from it. The clip was also frozen, but Rozim put it on the flame to thaw, and then used the clip to pinch the patient's thigh.
The wound was then sprayed with disinfectant.
Then, after Rozim leaned against the fire to warm himself for a while, he inserted the suture into the needle and handed the dagger to Hank Evans.
"Bite the hilt."
Hank Evans did as he was told, but when Rozim sewed the torn flesh back together, he still couldn't hold back the severe pain and cried out.
"My dear mother!!!"
"Don't scream! It's a disgrace to the Chapter. The Astartes have never screamed like you even after receiving explosive bombs!"
"Hiss—Boss, the last time you used the health servitor, you were trapped by a metal ring. When you asked Priest Loken to untie you, you screamed louder than me—ah!"
Rozim pulled hard, then bit off the rope, tied the thread, and applied a layer of antibacterial gel to the wound.
"If you talk about this nonsense, I'll stew you!"
Rozim gathered his tools, threw a piece of ice into the small pot, and put the pot on the fire.
"Boss, why on earth did we sneak down here?"
After a while, Hank Evans took a sip of hot water, which finally relieved him a little from the tension of the day.
"Have you ever heard the saying that risk and opportunity are equal?"
"What opportunity?"
Perhaps because his tongue was too swollen and painful, Hank Evans spat again.
Rozim smiled and watched the ice water in the pot boil.
"You may have forgotten that we made a fortune in Armageddon last time. In a war-fighting place like this, treasures are everywhere... I recently planned to open a new store in Shangchao, but that place
The rent is very expensive, and honestly speaking, I won’t be able to earn that amount of money in a hundred years.”
"But what should we do if we are discovered? Leaving your post without permission is—"
Amused, Rozim dropped some chunks of dehydrated food into the bubbling pot and stirred it up.
"The soldiers have gone to the ground. What other positions are there? How about washing dishes every day?"
The dry flour bean soup was cooked, and Rozim poured the soup into two tin cups.
"And I heard that the lizard meat in Pai Shang Xing is very delicious. If we don't get some and take it back to the kitchen, wouldn't our trip be in vain?"
Night had fallen at this time, and the strong wind outside the cave was still howling, but it seemed to increase the intensity of the screams. The two of them sat together in the relatively warm cave, looking at the fire.
They only had four pieces of fuel left, and Rozim was carefully maintaining the fire.
"Boss, how long do we have to stay here?"
Hank Evans' tongue was still swollen and his speech was slurred, so he spat again.
"Wait for someone. If you don't stay hydrated, the wind will dry you out in a few hours. Keep yourself hydrated and stop fucking spitting."
After drinking the soup, Rozim said to his helper:
"I'll squint for a while, and you'll call me in five hours."
With that said, he fell asleep covered with his cloak.
Hank Evans had no choice but to hold on and endure the severe pain that penetrated his bones.
It wasn't until four hours later that he slowly stood up, but the fire had long been extinguished.
He moved slowly in the cave, enduring the injuries on his shoulders, legs and mouth, then tremblingly squatted down and pulled out the dagger, but it was not an assassination action, but preparing to throw the dagger at a monster who was about to enter the cave entrance.
It looked to be about three meters long and about three meters wide, and it was wrapped in shadow.
Hank Evans wanted to wake Rozim up, but was afraid of disturbing him.
Just as he suppressed his breathing and kicked Rozim, the thing suddenly moved!
"boss!!"
"Ouch!"
"Hum hum--"
After a period of chaos, Hank Evans lay on the ground with his butt raised, his dagger almost flying to the top of the cave, while Rozim sat up rubbing his temples, and the big guy who suddenly broke in stood and rekindled