Twenty minutes later, Qin Fei sat on a tree stump about a few hundred meters away from the river. He took off his combat vest, ammunition and other burdens, and took out his medical kit to treat his wounds.
So far, Qin Fei still hasn't determined who the red beret guy he killed is.
It seemed that that guy was a big shot, and his death would definitely cause chaos for the rebels for a while. At least for now, he still had some spare time to deal with the gunshot wound, otherwise he wouldn't be able to walk far with the gunshot wound.
There are two ways before him now - take it out immediately, or keep it and go to the hospital in Liberty City to let the doctor take it out.
From a safety perspective, the second one is undoubtedly the best choice, but judging from the current situation, Qin Fei has to take out the warhead as soon as possible.
Because he still has to go on a long journey to escape, the warhead left in the body will cause severe pain, and the constant friction on the muscle tissue may cause continuous bleeding.
The warhead must be picked up sooner or later. It takes at least ten hours to get to Port Loko from here, and it takes several hours to take a boat from Port Loko to Liberty City. Waiting for the blood to coagulate before taking it apart is equivalent to a second crime, and it will cause a second crime.
harm.
More importantly, the bullets used by the rebels here are mostly made locally, and the production process is very rough. Some warheads contain heavy metals such as lead, which can cause poisoning if left for too long. Qin Fei does not want to die of acute tetanus.
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Due to the location of the wound, Qin Fei was unable to see clearly everything inside the wound, which gave him a headache.
There were pliers in the medical bag, so Qin Fei decided to use a method that would extremely test his patience to remove the warhead, which was to rely on the pliers to reach into the bullet hole and pull it out by hand.
Treating wounds by yourself in the wild is a technical job. Generally, the army has health soldiers who are specially trained in health first aid to be responsible for this work, but Qin Fei knew what to do.
He himself didn't know why he knew so well how to treat wounds, but this knowledge seemed to stay in his mind like words engraved on stone, and would pop up whenever needed.
A strange unit number suddenly popped into my mind, 203...
203?
What is this?
In an instant, many faces appeared in his mind. They were all soldiers, wearing camouflage uniforms. They were talking and laughing in the wild, obviously training.
A small man's face appeared and roared fiercely at everyone...
This little man really looks like the Thunder God described in the fairy tale...
Qin Fei shook his head vigorously. He had been experiencing hallucinations like this recently. He felt that this should be a scene from his previous service.
But he has already retired and committed a crime. Unfortunately, those scenes and the emotions between comrades are so heartwarming.
Even the little dwarf officer who looked like a thunderous man didn't look objectionable at all.
When searching for disinfectant in the medical bag, Qin Fei discovered a serious problem.
The medical kit and water bottle are all gone.
Several AK47 bullets fired towards his right side not only penetrated his water bottle, but also pierced the bottle containing disinfectant water.
The only things that can be used in the bag now are quick hemostatic agent, hemostatic cotton and self-adhesive gauze.
"I……"
Qin Fei sighed and almost cursed his mother again.
However, he still felt that this was a blessing among misfortunes. He was shot by the red beret with a Desert Eagle at close range, but it did not penetrate his body armor. The rebel soldier who shot him from the side was using an AK-47.
The bullet used was a homemade bullet, which had broken a small tree before hitting Qin Fei, and then penetrated the kettle, so it did not directly penetrate into the abdominal cavity.
Compared with losing a bottle of disinfectant water and a household's drinking water, it is already a blessing among misfortunes.
Without disinfectant water, we can only rely on the old method of disinfection - high temperature.
Qin Fei took out a chain saw from the tool accessory bag and picked up a dry branch. He was about to do it, but after thinking about it, he put the things down and looked around.
Then he stood up and walked more than 20 meters away, tied the ring of a grenade to a small vine, and pulled the small vine across the grass.
In this way, as long as someone passes by, the grenade will definitely be triggered, and at least you can have some time to escape.
Returning to the original place, Qin Fei used the chain saw to continuously pull back and forth on the wooden stick. Small wood chips began to fall on both sides of the stick. Soon, due to the continuous pulling, the chain saw and the wooden stick generated high temperatures, and the incision gradually turned black.
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Finally, a little spark appeared, and Qin Fei quickly placed the sawdust on the spark and blew on it as gently as possible.
Fortunately, the fire was finally lit.
Qin Fei grabbed a handful of dead leaves and put them on it, as well as a few small wooden sticks.
Lighting a fire in the jungle might expose his whereabouts, but Qin Fei had no choice but to finish it all and escape as soon as possible.
After roasting the pliers on the fire for a while, Qin Fei sat on the ground, stuffed a wooden stick into his mouth, bit it, and then inserted the pliers into the bloody bullet hole...
"Uh-"
Indescribable pain came from the wound. Qin Fei was shaking like a fish that had been electrocuted. His face suddenly turned red, his eyes were so wide open that he almost fell to the ground, and the wooden stick in his mouth was about to rattle.
ring.
It was a combination of pain, including burning pain and pain when the muscle wound was touched.
He had to cut through the mess with a quick knife. Qin Fei knew that he could never back down. Once he took back the pliers, he was not sure whether he would have the courage to repeat this torturous procedure again.
The pliers seemed to hit something.
warhead!
Qin Fei felt happy.
Then take a deep breath, because he needs to open the pliers to clamp the tail of the spring.
Expansion in a wound is also a fatal thing.
After being prepared, Qin Fei was cruel and opened the pliers.
"Uh-"
He once again felt the almost fainting feeling caused by the extreme pain. This pain made Qin Fei's eyes burst into tears, but he did not cry, he just smiled.
When the pain reached the extreme, it turned into laughter.
Click——
The tip of the pliers grabbed the unit, Qin Fei gritted his teeth and pulled hard, and the bullet spurted out of the wound along with a stream of blood.
Qin Fei was lying on the ground like a dog in pain, sweating profusely all over his body, and he kept cursing.
At this time, you can vent the unbearable pain by cursing a few words in your heart.
"Fuck...fuck...I'll fuck you uncle..."
After scolding for a while and taking a few breaths, Qin Fei quickly endured the pain and sat up, poured a quick hemostatic agent on the wound, then sealed it with cotton wool, and finally wrapped it with self-adhesive gauze.
After doing all this, after the extreme pain just now, Qin Fei really felt that the wound felt much better.
But he knew that the matter was not over yet and he had to leave here immediately.
This place is too close to the place where he killed someone just now. If the hunter leads people to track him here, he will be in big trouble.
As soon as I packed my things and stood up, I heard the grenade I had arranged thirty meters away explode with a "boom".
Obviously, someone is following me.
Qin Fei won the Mark Six Lottery again.
Obviously, the trip mine he arranged was not discovered by the hunter first. It was probably triggered by some unlucky rebel soldier who dispersed his search.
Without further ado, Qin Fei picked up the gun, stamped out the fire, and rushed into the dense forest with a grin on his face.