In order to move more easily, Tong Qianxue took off her sandals and stepped on the ground with her bare feet.
Due to previous armed attacks, the ground on the street is covered with hard objects such as bullet casings, broken glass, and gravel. If you walk barefoot on such a road, it will not take long for your feet to be worn out and punctured.
.
This is the case for Tong Qianxue at this time.
Her originally fair and smooth feet were pricked several times by gravel and broken glass, and traces of blood seeped out from the wounds. From the way she walked, it could be seen that she was enduring the pain from her feet with every step she took.
The pain came, but she had been holding it back.
Murong Fei shook his head slightly, took off the shoes of a dead female tourist next to him, then walked up to Tong Qianxue with the shoes, threw the shoes in front of her, and said, "I don't want to leave any traces on my feet.
If you have ugly scars, just put on your shoes."
"Where did you get the shoes?" Tong Qianxue looked at Murong Fei's women's shoes still on the ground and asked.
Murong Fei pointed at the female tourist who was leaning on the roadside and died in the explosion of the infantry fighting vehicle, and indicated that he had taken it off her feet.
"Dead man's shoes?!" Tong Qianxue frowned and did not pick up the shoes on the ground.
"What, do you have mysophobia?" Murong Fei rolled his eyes and said: "When we were doing extreme wilderness survival training, in order to replenish the salt in our bodies, we even dug out the rotten human bones in the jungle and chewed them.
.Anyway, it’s you who has the scars on your feet. It’s up to you to wear them or not.”
Tong Qianxue looked at the blood-stained shoes on the ground, rubbed her feet with several small wounds, and finally picked up the shoes on the ground, limped to the side and sat down.
Murong Fei glanced at her and frowned as she pulled out the fragments of stone and broken glass embedded in her feet. He asked the medical staff next to him for a bottle of drinking water. He walked to Tong Qianxue and grabbed her feet without any explanation.
, and washed the wound on her foot with water. When the wound was stained with water, bursts of burning pain made Tong Qianxue gasp for air.
"You don't know how to disinfect and bandage the wound, so why don't you ask a doctor?" Murong Fei curled his lips and muttered: "If you want me to see you, even if you are a doctor, you are an unlicensed doctor from a black clinic."
"What did you say!?" Tong Qianxue raised her eyebrows and asked, glaring at Murong Fei.
"Nothing said."
Murong Fei put patches on the wounds on Tong Qianxue's feet, and then wrapped them with bandages. Murong Fei used the "8"-shaped bandage wrapping method. When the bandage was wrapped around Tong Qianxue's ankles, he cut it with a knife, and then
Make an incision and tie a slipknot.
"Hey, I don't see that your rogue methods are quite professional." Tong Qianxue looked at the bandage on her foot and said to Murong Fei.
Murong Fei automatically filtered out the name Tong Qianxue, the woman, called him, and said: "It's nothing to bandage wounds. We have learned professional field first aid and can perform amputations on injured comrades when necessary. Bah, I'm telling you this.
What to do."
Murong Fei also bandaged Tong Qianxue's other foot and said, "You are a doctor yourself, you know how to deal with it."
"Didn't you say that I am an unlicensed doctor from a black clinic?" Tong Qianxue asked Murong Fei.
"An unlicensed doctor is still a doctor."
"..."
Murong Fei stood up and looked in the direction of the Administrative and Financial Center building. What he was most worried about now and what he wanted to know most was the situation inside the building.
Tong Qianxue, who was sitting aside, noticed that the handkerchief she tied on Murong Fei's left arm was soaked with blood, but he himself did not pay any attention to the wound on his arm.
Just when Tong Qianxue was hesitating whether to help Murong Fei deal with the wound on his arm, Murong Fei suddenly raised his MPXSD submachine gun and fired a burst at the front. Two shell casings flew out of the ejection window.
It fell at Tong Qianxue's feet, beating and making a crisp "ding-dong" sound.
On the street, an agent of the 41st Intelligence Division holding an AK automatic rifle had fallen to the ground, and the brains and plasma flowing from his head were flowing on the street. For anyone who has not experienced war, this is bloody.
A cruel scene.
"The medical team seizes the time to evacuate the wounded, quickly!"
Murong Fei shouted to the medical team to seize the time to evacuate the wounded, and asked the police force to take nearby tourists to a safe place.
What kind of person is this? What kind of state is his nerves always in, so that he can be so sensitive to danger? Tong Qianxue felt a little curious about this "stinky gangster" who attacked her in the chest.
…
Administrative and Financial Center Building.
Hans took the nuclear bomb and went straight to the top of the building, where the Fifteen European Financial Summit was held. But when Hans walked into the conference hall, he found that there was no one in the huge conference hall!
In an instant, Hans knew that he had been tricked. Those participating representatives had only created an illusion for themselves by entering the building!
"Fuck!"
Hans cursed angrily.
At this time, there was a loud noise from the helicopter propeller outside the building. Bai Xiong walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked out. He found a helicopter hovering outside the building. On the helicopter, there was a machine gunner controlling the onboard machine gun.
and snipers holding sniper rifles are already in position.
"BOSS, we are surrounded."
The commando, the Australian "Wild Fox" said to Hans: "There are helicopters outside the building, and the special forces have entered the building. All the people in the 41st Intelligence Division in the building have been cleared. We are blocked here.
.”
"As long as the nuclear bomb is in my hand, the initiative is on my side."
Hans looked very calm, with a cold glint in his eyes. He grasped the string of soldier cards hanging on his chest, picked up the microphone on the conference table, and said: "Special forces outside, listen, I am Hans.
Paulson, former airborne commando of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment, I have a request now. Let Timothy Paulson come to this conference room to see me within ten minutes! This is my only request, and it is
There is no room for negotiation! Either let Timothy come to see me, or in ten minutes, I will detonate a nuclear bomb and everyone and this country will disappear from this world!"
Hans Wolsen!
When Timothy Paulson, who was hiding in the underground garage, heard the name, his face turned pale, and even his body was trembling slightly, and sweat slid down both sides of his cheeks.
This name reminded Timothy of what happened twelve years ago...