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    Qiuhui didn't know if his action would arouse a strong backlash from the original residents hiding behind the door and by the windows. He was slightly worried that those residents who were shocked by his fierce performance might use this to break out into a riot.  The large-scale resistance was used to wash away the shame caused by the extreme fear in their hearts.  But at this moment, he was ready to take action. You must know that with his current physical condition, it would be very difficult to get out of the town and join ak and the others.

    The crisp car horn sound of "Didi" cut through the dead silence. A Land Rover full of bullet holes slowly drove in along the only road in the town. Qiuhui felt dizzy almost immediately when he saw the car clearly.  Falling to the ground, AK and Gravski finally arrived.

    The wide off-road tires slowly rolled over the road paved with fallen leaves, making a chirping sound. Under the pressure of the huge car body, the fallen leaves undoubtedly turned into debris, just like the hearts of the original residents hidden in the darkness.  That little bit of resistance.

    AK opened the car door and jumped out of the car. The assault rifle in his hand pointed vigilantly around and Graf also stretched his left hand holding the gun out of the window.  Ak was a little surprised when he looked at Qiu Hui, whose legs and arms were covered in blood and his clothes were in tatters, as if he had just experienced a tribulation. In his impression, Qiu Hui had never been so embarrassed even in death matches against many strong opponents.  .

    Qiuhui endured the waves of dizziness caused by blood loss and waved his hand to stop Ak who wanted to ask questions. At this time, maintaining some mystery will increase the safety factor.

    Sitting in the car, Qiu Hui had a layer of sweat on his head. He whispered to ak: "Replenish supplies as soon as possible and hurry up and leave here." Ak nodded and was about to leave when Qiu Hui called out, "If  If possible, it is best to buy some medicines and get some medical equipment." Qiu Hui pointed at his legs and said.

    Soon ak came back, but looking at the look on his face, it was clear that his trip was not satisfactory.

    "That's all we have. The people here are very hostile and we can't get more." Ak said as he took out a bottle of vitamins and a few injections from the bag. The residents here really hate them and no one wants to sell anything.  It was better to give him food, water and gasoline, but no one sold him ammunition or medicine.  Ak used a pistol to force the store owner to obtain these medicines from his medicine box.  Qiu Hui frowned and ordered Grafsky to start the car and drive out of the town.

    Soon the car left the town. Qiuhui asked AK to take the m24 sniper rifle to find a suitable warning position, and then asked Grafsky to assist him in performing a simple surgical operation to remove the bullet embedded in the leg.  take out.  In order to prevent Grafsky from losing control of himself, Qiuhui specifically asked him to tie his injured leg to the seat, then opened a bottle of whiskey taken from the bar and cleaned the Nighthawk knife that was used as a scalpel.  Qiu Hui took a few sips of strong wine and felt the burning heat caused by the hot liquid flowing into his esophagus.  He reached out and pressed gently around the wound to determine the exact location of the bullet, and dark red blood immediately gushed out of the wound.  Qiu Hui looked at Gravski beside him and signaled him to get ready for bandaging. The latter nodded nervously while holding a cloth bag filled with anti-inflammatory potion in his hands.

    The Nighthawk knife penetrated the wound easily. Qiu Hui endured the severe pain and tried his best to control his hands to keep steady. Suddenly the tip of the knife touched something naked. Qiu Hui's hand turned slightly and the tip of the knife slid along the edge to the bullet.  Then he picked it hard from the side, and a yellow bullet jumped out of the wound and landed on the car board.  Without Qiu Hui's instructions, Grafsky immediately stepped forward and tied the wound with a simple bandage, then took out an anti-inflammatory injection and injected it into Qiu Hui.  When he finished all this, he found that Qiu Hui had passed out.  What happened next did not require Qiu Hui's participation. Grafsky re-bandaged the wound on his shoulder. This was all he could do. The rest depended on whether Qiu Hui could survive this or not.

    In order to give Qiu Hui a better rest, Grafsky slowed down the car to fifty miles. At this speed, it would take at least two days to cross the desert in front of him.  Ak took out his binoculars from time to time and looked around, but he couldn't see a single figure in the vast desert.  Qiu Hui was lying on the back seat, sleeping peacefully, with blood oozing from his chapped lips.  Ak brought a bottle of mineral water to his mouth and tilted it slightly. The crystal water immediately made his lips moist.  Qiu Hui suddenly woke up and immediately reached for the Nighthawk knife that should be inserted in the holster of his calf, but his touch came up empty.

    "It's safe, we have entered the desert." Ak gently patted Qiu Hui's shoulder to tell him to relax.  Qiu Hui quickly remembered the experience not long ago, and the muscles in his whole body relaxed.

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