Crosshair got up from the ground and staggered toward the gunman who was still lying on the ground.
The gunman lay on the ground, blood dripping from his chest, but he still struggled to crawl towards the gun he had dropped on the ground, and tried to pick up the gun with the hand he could still move.
Crosshair raised his hand and shot his good hand.
The guy immediately let out another scream.
Crosshair stepped on the gun, pulled him to his feet, then picked it up and inserted it into his waist.
In this strange country and this strange city, guns are in great need of sight.
He checked his wound and saw that the bullet seemed to have sunk into the muscle.
He took a deep breath and found that his lungs didn't seem to be damaged, which made him feel a little relieved.
He walked to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and rummaged through the cabinets to find medicine.
This shot was quite dangerous. Without the protection of a body armor, it passed through the first gunman and hit the right chest of the front sight. Although the penetration was reduced, the stopping force became stronger. The wound on the front sight looked like a mess.
It was a small incision, but there was quite a lot of bleeding.
There is no time to find the bullet now. Stopping the bleeding is the first thing to do, and then you must find a doctor to remove the bullet inside.
Because the chest is a vital part, Xingxing did not dare to perform the knife himself. Firstly, he was afraid of infection. Secondly, he felt that the bullet should not be far from his lungs. It might have hit the bone. In case he accidentally stabbed it by himself.
Bursting the diaphragm or scratching the lungs can really kill you.
Fortunately, the crosshair's luck was not too bad, and Som had a lot of trauma medicine at home.
This is a slum. The police often come here for raids. Once they come, there will be a shootout. No one can say that they are unlucky and will be hit by a stray bullet that day. Therefore, the homes in the slums usually have medicines, and the gang members are often good people and give them to them.
Here are some common commonly used medicines.
Crosshair found the tape, cotton gauze, and hemostatic agent, and poured the hemostatic agent on it randomly. There was no needle and thread here, and there was no way to suture it. He could only block the wound with cotton gauze, wipe the blood around the wound, and stick the tape on it, hoping
Hemostatic agents can stop wounds from bleeding.
After finishing everything, Xixian tried twisting his arm and found that although it hurt a little when the muscles were involved, he could still bear it.
He took out a new piece of clothing from MacGyver's backpack and put it on, lest the blood stains on his body would attract too much attention and he might be surrounded within a few minutes of leaving here.
Then, he walked up to the first dead gunman, squatted down, rummaged over him, and took away his magazine, wallet and other items.
Go to the dead man again, dig out the things in his pocket, find the ID card and take a look.
"Damn it! Is it Kloster?"
He only glanced at the name on the ID card and knew something was wrong.
The man who died wearing Nike shoes was Som's husband, the Brazilian he married back then.
Although Zixing has never met his godbrother-in-law, he knows his name.
Looking at the face that had lost all color but his eyes were not closed, it could be seen that this man was shot several times without any precautions and was sent directly to see God.
He stretched out his hand to close his eyelids and made a cross on his chest.
"Sorry, I'm late."
After doing this, he returned to the killer who was still breathing, pulled up a low stool and sat in front of him.
Then, Quasi Xing sorted out his chaotic thoughts.
Who are these people!?
Are they gang members?
This is a slum, and drug crimes are everywhere. Maybe my brother-in-law, whom I have never met, got involved in some shady transactions, which led to today's situation.
However, he quickly rejected his idea.
Because the pistol in his hand turned out to be a Taurus PT709 pistol.
After all, Crosshair is a well-informed mercenary, and he is very proficient in firearms. This model of pistol is a type of pistol made in Brazil, and the model is relatively advanced, so the equipment is from the military and police departments and is generally sold in the market.
rare.
He couldn't help but open the wallet he took out from the dead gunman. On one side of the wallet, he found a work ID card with a picture on it in uniform, obviously a police officer!
Farke!
This guy here is a police officer!
He immediately leaned over and took out the wallet from the other gunman, and opened it while he grunted.
A police officer too!
"Fake!"
Xixing felt his scalp explode and couldn't help but cursed secretly.
I traveled thousands of miles to come here to find my relatives, and within three hours of getting off the plane, I killed two local police officers!
God!
What kind of scapegoat is this? You actually let yourself take the blame!
Countless thoughts flashed through Zixing's mind.
Did Som marry a gang member?
When you come to your door, you only encounter the police investigating a case?
But that's not right. If it was a police officer, why would they use a silencer? And there was no reason to fire without any warning. It didn't look like they were here to arrest people, but rather to silence them.
He scratched his head and suddenly discovered something that surprised him.
Looking at the gun in his hand, he actually had no negative psychological reaction.
The previous PTSD symptoms were cured without medication!
Maybe it was because he was forced to shoot at a critical moment of his life. Like a blocked water pipe, a strong current suddenly came and washed it away.
One pass leads to all, one goes smoothly and all goes smoothly.
The current crosshair is no longer a problem!
I really don’t know if this is a comedy or a tragedy!
Xixing himself didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
Now all the answers seem to lie in the body of the policeman lying on the ground alive.
"I want to ask you a question." Crosshair leaned down and looked at the policeman who was struggling in bleeding. "If you tell me the truth, I can call you an ambulance instead of killing you."
"You're dead..." The policeman lay on the ground with a sinister smile on his face, "You... you're dead..."
"Me?" Crosshair was stunned for a moment, "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?"
"Hehe..." The police still did not answer his question directly, and still repeated the meaningless words: "You are dead... You are dead..."
"Fake!" Crosshair's anger suddenly surged up. He couldn't accept this kind of guy who didn't take his questions seriously at all. Now it was obvious that the other party's life was in his hands. He had to let him know who was the banker and who was the banker.
idle!
Crosshair has a natural aversion to the police, and his men will show no mercy at all.
He took a pistol, pointed it at the wound on the gunman's arm, and stabbed it in hard!
"ah--"
The scream from this guy even startled the crosshairs. He quickly grabbed a piece of rag and stuffed it into his mouth, then stepped on his mouth.
"My patience is very limited. Let me ask you again, why are you here and why do you want to kill Kloster!?"