Song Zuo's left hand was tightly clutching his neck, his hand was covered with blood, but an ugly smile appeared on his old face like chicken skin.
"I thought I was dead this time"
The bullet pierced his main artery and passed through the skin without hurting the bones or nerves. However, for ordinary people, heavy bleeding is still fatal enough.
But Song Zuo is a different kind.
The sticky blood dripped down the bark, and it stained the tree after a while. It didn't look like blood, but gave people a viscous texture like asphalt
"Skin ulcers caused by the precipitation of blood toxins are not fatal, but your current plasma protein content is more than 160 times that of ordinary hyperviscosity patients. Arteriosclerosis, thrombosis, cerebral infarction, myocardial infarction Wow! Old man, how did you survive till now?"
Song Zuo couldn't remember the doctor's face clearly, he only remembered that every time he saw him, there was a cold glare hitting his face.
The scalpel cut open his arm, and it took a long time for a little trembling blood to flow out from behind the red scar.
"Tsk tsk tsk, like jelly, life is a miracle."
He wore a mask and wiped the blood on his fingertips.
"Can it be saved?"
Song Zuo's protruding eyeballs on the operating table looked like frogs waiting to be dissected.
"Terminally ill, these days, there are more types of strange diseases than plague rats in the wild. Large companies with sufficient funds are striving to develop military industries. Who wants to do this research? Oh, and there is a drug in the Big Ben Research Institute , called es hematopoietic cell enhancer, if taken in large quantities, it can suppress your condition."
"But I have to remind you that your heart is already under heavy load. If you don't have a Tier 3 unit, you will definitely not survive today. However, using this drug in large quantities will cause irreversible damage to your heart. At that point, your heart rate will get slower and slower until you can't hold it anymore, and then you die. Isn't your son overdosing oh, sorry."
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After a moment of silence, Song Zuo, who was lying on the icy operating table, said, "The cold winter of dog days."
The doctor pushed his glasses: "It's about the cold winter of dog days."
boom! ! ! ! !
A large group of flames exploded among the star-studded ruins. Song Zuo picked up a tube of blood coagulation spray, sprayed it roughly on his neck, and pulled the trigger with his rock-steady right hand.
The flames on the balcony in the distance were blazing, and a skeleton was looming, and it had been burned beyond human form.
"It's not him, there are others!"
Without any reason, Song Zuo concluded that the deadly sniper, who almost killed himself with a Mosin-Nagant rifle with a scope, was still active on the battlefield
The scorched buildings were filled with smoke and dust, and there were vicious dogs whining and gunshots from time to time, but the deserted buildings surrounded by vines and Populus euphratica were quiet, and the unique rough gunshots of wild yak guns could no longer be heard , nor a living corpse sniper hiding in the dark.
Song Zuo's field of vision was empty. His ammunition bag contained various self-made special bullets, but he picked out the most common 7.62mm rifle bullet. No matter how Rin Dong's firearms develop, the foundation is that continuous For nearly thirty years, the world has been buried with the war, and the firing time of this mass-produced bullet is the shortest among all the bullets in Song Zuo. Probably only about 0.02 seconds.
Although I don't want to admit it, in terms of sniping skills, I am indeed overshadowed by others, but I still have a chance to win, and it depends on who has better luck.
Since childhood, firearms have been Song Zuo's best partner. The first sniper rifle he bought at the age of twelve was a German G43. It was like a small carrot head, with the rifle on his head. His festering skin shuttled through various battlefields. He wanted to live , you need a lot of money to buy potions produced in Pompeii, and if you want to get money, you have to risk your life to face the current situation, the evil paradox.
Suddenly, a figure wearing a beret appeared in front of Song Zuo's eyes. He held a maroon gun barrel in his hand, and his right eye rested on the crosshair.
As if the communication was good, at the same time as the beret appeared, at least three sniper guns shot out of Song Zuo's scope at the same time, and the guns landed on the Populus euphratica tree he was in.
Without any room for thinking, Song Zuo twisted his waist and turned the muzzle of the gun, and pulled the trigger of the rs107 with his index finger, and the bullet was ejected
A scarlet two-headed cadaver dog collapsed limply, bleeding from its mouth and nose, but there were no wounds on its body.
Blood dipped!
The tiger-headed gun in Li Yan's hand was covered with foul-smelling bloodLi Yan counted silently while reloading his shotgun.
Suddenly, the emperor's daughter Guhuo, who had passed through the hail of bullets, was suddenly replaced by Li Yan, who was holding a long spear.
Fengze!
Li Yan ate a few bullets hard. After the gangdou was shattered, his back was bloody and bloody. He rushed to the front of the gate, and pressed [Anger Xiao Ke] against the gate.
Boom!
There are large and small holes bursting out of the blue gate, the small ones are like ping pong balls, and the big ones are the size of apples.
The tiger-headed spear fell down, opening a half-meter-thick cyan gate.
Li Yan walked in from the door, and there were only a dozen or so quiet corpses in khaki military uniforms in the room. Basically, all the corpse troops that were defeated along the way were here.
"It seems that you are out of recruits."
Li Yan looked around: "I'll get some things, ask you a few more questions, and leave immediately. You can save your life, think about it."
Among these living corpses, a living corpse holding a Chashik saber suddenly said: "Before the cold winter, there was a German who wanted us to bow our heads. We said no. After the cold winter, a Ukrainian boy also wanted us to bow our heads. We Still say no, today, our answer is the same.¡±
Li Yan nodded, and raised the tip of his gun: "So there is no need to discuss?"
The gunfire rang out again
There was blood and bullet casings all over the place, Li Yan had two deep stab wounds on his chest, his eyes were black, and besides him, no one could stand on the entire basement floor.
What makes Li Yan feel gloomy is that excessive exposure to the blood of living corpses has deepened the degree of radiation infection in his status bar again. Jujube¡¿The effect of such special recovery items is greatly reduced.
Li Yan had no choice but to take out the Yunnan Baiyao and bandages he had prepared earlier to treat the wound. The tiger-headed gun under his feet nailed the open saber corpse. It was not dead yet, but it just stared at Li Yan with strong emotions In fact, there is no difference between living people.
Li Yan suddenly thought of something, lowered his head and asked him: I won't ask about the Germans, you tell me the name of the Ukrainian kid, and I will let him die quickly. "
The living corpse turned his head away and ignored Li Yan.
"Let me guess, okay?" Li Yan's face approached him: "His name is Xier Gai, am I right?"
The living corpse turned around in astonishment.
"thank you, I know now."
Li Yan picked up a pistol and fired two shots into the eye sockets of the living corpse. The gunshots continued for a long time. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com