Chapter 82: Survive
Both sides fell silent, the defenders quietly waited for the fish to take the bait, while the lurkers thought about how to rescue Omo and the devil safely.
"Gasoline, find gasoline, quickly!" Zhao Ziyang issued a hurried order, staring at Omo and the devil in the darkness.
The munitions warehouse is not a fuel depot, so of course there is no gasoline, but Blade found a pile of industrial alcohol.
"Fill the bottles with alcohol, quick!"
The mercenaries immediately understood what Zhao Ziyang meant. They quickly poured alcohol into the glass bottles, stuffed a piece of cotton yarn in and lit it, making a pile of Molotov cocktails.
"Listen, when I yell, you must throw these Molotov cocktails ten meters away first, and then Tiger Shark and I will go and rescue the devil Omo. Remember, there is only one chance!" Zhao Ziyang put the gun on the ground, stretched out his hand to call a burly mercenary over and warned: "Tiger Shark, Omo's life is in your hands."
"Boss, I understand!" The tiger shark nodded and arched its body to prepare for a sprint.
The flames of the Molotov cocktails were blocked by the mercenaries to prevent the defenders in the dark from noticing anything.
"Ready—throw!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." A sound of breaking wind was heard, and a dozen Molotov cocktails were thrown ten meters away, forming a circle around the Hummer.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
A ball of flame suddenly burst out from the broken Molotov cocktail that fell to the ground, encircling Omo and the Devil. The moment , Zhao Ziyang and Tiger Shark rushed out three steps at the same time, each dragging one person to retreat to the material warehouse.
“Bang! Bang!”
Two bullets followed Zhao Ziyang's footsteps and hit the ground. Zhao Ziyang's figure flashed and dragged the wounded into a safe area.
"Special forces, you make me look at you in a new light, hahaha..." Fox Hunter put away his sniper rifle and rubbed his eyes to relieve the burns from the fire under the night vision goggles, and laughed.
"I've told you a long time ago that special forces are not so easy to deal with." Mandragora appeared behind Liehu and spoke to her in a faint voice.
Fox Hunter patted his cheek lightly, stretched out his left hand to take off his bulletproof helmet and adjusted his golden hair, his face full of arrogance.
"Who said I want to deal with special forces? I am just like you. I want to kill Pandora. This woman is the truly formidable opponent."
"Do you think she will come out?" Mandragora gave a disdainful smile.
"No!" Fox Hunter put on his helmet and smiled charmingly, "Pandora can watch her teammates die, but she can't watch one person die."
"Seth!" Mandragora also smiled.
The members of the opposing side of Mandora who had been in Lurker knew everyone's weaknesses. Pandora was someone she couldn't deal with, but unfortunately Pandora had a weakness, and that weakness was Seth, whom she had always disliked.
In the military supply warehouse, Zhao Ziyang and others raced against time to rescue Omo and the Devil.
The Devil's right chest was pierced, and the bullet went through the bulletproof vest from the back and out of the body, leaving a bowl-sized scar on the right chest. His lung was pierced, and the situation was very critical.
Omo's condition was even more dangerous. The bullet hit the aorta at the base of his right leg, piercing the artery and shrinking to the deepest part of the wound. Blood continued to flow in large quantities, his body began to become cold, and his face turned pale.
"Quick! Antibiotics, morphine! Tourniquet!"
The two were injected with morphine and antibiotics respectively, and bottles of medical alcohol were poured on the wounds. The hemostatic powder applied on them was washed away by the blood in an instant.
"Cough cough cough..." The devil lying on the makeshift operating table coughed violently, and a stream of blood foam flowed down the corners of his mouth.
"Hold on, devil, you have to know that you are a devil, you are the real devil, no one can take your life. Hold on, we still want to go to Hawaiian beaches to pick up hot girls, and we still want to go to Bordeaux Lafite Chateau to enjoy red wine together."
"Cough cough cough... Tiger, tiger shark... Don't lie to me, kid..." The devil said with difficulty, trying to raise his head to see the tiger shark busy on his chest.
"If I lie to you I'd be a piece of cow dung!" Tiger Shark inserted a catheter into the muzzle of the Devil's lungs and sealed the other end of the catheter.
"Ugh..." The devil groaned in pain and let out a long sigh. The blood foam oozing out of his mouth decreased and his breathing became much smoother.
"Dude, lie here with your eyes open and don't fall asleep or I'll kick your ass."
Looking at the catheter on his right chest, the devil lay quietly on the bed with his eyes open. He didn't dare to sleep, because once he fell asleep, he might never wake up.
After a catheter was used to seal the wound in the Devil's lung, the Devil's condition improved a lot, at least he was able to hold on, but Omo's situation was not optimistic.
"Hemostat!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out his right hand stained with Oma's blood, took the hemostat and looked for the blood vessel that Oma had contracted.
The blood vessels are interrupted at the base of the thigh, and it is very difficult for them to shrink inward, and they may even shrink to the inguinal cleft.
After stopping the bleeding in the lower half of the blood vessel, Zhao Ziyang reached into Omo's wound and used his fingers to find the blood vessel that Omo had contracted.
"Ouch!" Omo, who was in extreme pain, let out a loud roar and waved his arms involuntarily to try to break free from the pain.
Rifling and Blade rushed over and pinned his arms down, pinning him down.
"Omo, hold on." Zhao Ziyang comforted Omo and said to him through gritted teeth: "We must find your blood vessels to connect, otherwise your leg will be completely useless and you won't be able to save your life!"
“Puff! Puff!”
As Zhao Ziyang's right hand went deeper, blood from the arteries spurted out, spraying onto his face and clothes, dyeing him like a bloody man.
"Boss...Boss...I, I have something to say..." Omo moved his lips and made a faint sound, his body trembling as he spoke.
"Don't talk, keep your strength."
“No…” Omo closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and said, “I, I have two children… They are in York Town, Northern Siberia… Give them the money I earn…”
"Listen!" Zhao Ziyang growled, staring at Omo and said, "You will be fine. You must live. Your children don't need money. They need a father. You have to live for your children."
Omo shook his head vigorously and pointed at the tactical vest with his right hand.
Zhao Ziyang reached for Omo's tactical vest and pulled out a family photo. In the photo, Omo was smiling very happily and lovingly, with two children, a boy and a girl, about seven or eight years old, in his arms, their faces filled with happy smiles.
When Omo saw this photo, a smile appeared on his painful face and his eyes were full of love.
"Pandora, saber!" Zhao Ziyang growled.
With a "swish", Pandora took out a large double-edged military knife and handed it to Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang, holding a saber, had a ferocious look on his face. He tore open Omo's pants, pulled down his underwear, and stared at the organ that symbolized manhood and gritted his teeth.
"Omo, for your children!"
After that, Zhao Ziyang picked up the saber and cut upward along the base of Omo's thigh, all the way to the lower end of his genitals. He didn't know if this cut would destroy Omo's male organs, but he had to do it in order to save Omo's life.
Everything is for the child, so that the child can have his living father.
Following the cut flesh, Zhao Ziyang used both hands to pull it apart and reached in to look for the retracted blood vessel.
I felt it, I felt the blood vessel!
In this situation, Zhao Ziyang finally touched the blood vessel, but the blood vessel that was spewing blood was extremely slippery and he couldn't grab it with his fingers at all.
A triangular dagger appeared in Zhao Ziyang's left hand. He carefully used the arrow head of the triangular dagger to aim at the location of the blood vessel, and then stabbed it hard.
"Ah!..." A scream came from Omo's mouth, and his polar bear-like body was shaking wildly.
The photo slipped from his hand, and the pale face turned liver color in an instant, with the entire face distorted violently.
“Puff! Puff!”
The blood vessel that was still gushing out blood was pushed out by Zhao Ziyang with a three-edged dagger, and the fingers of his right hand finally grabbed the blood vessel.
The atrophied blood vessels were pulled out and even, and the two blood vessels were immediately clamped together with hemostats for suture. To ensure smooth blood flow, otherwise the leg would be amputated at a high position due to poor blood flow.
Fortunately, Omo's blood vessels are much thicker than those of ordinary people. After a simple suture, it can basically ensure that blood flows through his right leg again, making the cells active again.
At this time, Omocheng fainted because he couldn't bear the pain, and let Zhao Ziyang fiddle with his injuries.
"Stop the bleeding, saline solution."
After the saline solution was hung up for Omo, Zhao Ziyang took out a steel needle, roasted it with flames, and folded it into a fishhook shape to make a surgical suture needle. Then he pulled out a piece of cotton yarn and passed it into the nose to quickly suture Omo's wound and stabilize Omo's injury.
"Swish...swish...swish..." The sound of steel needles piercing through flesh continued to ring out, making people feel as if they were being sewn on their own bodies.
"Boss." Pandora called Zhao Ziyang, holding a syringe and said to him: "Maybe your blood will be very effective for Omo."
It is no secret among the Lurkers that Zhao Ziyang's cell regeneration ability is several times that of an ordinary person. His teammates are amazed at his super regeneration ability and always call him a monster to express their envy. Since the fox spirit can use his blood for experiments, his blood must have something extraordinary.
"Draw!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out his arm without saying a word and let Pandora draw blood.
Slowly, a tube of blood was injected into Omo's body. Similarly, the devil also got a tube of Zhao Ziyang's blood.
"Continue, stop when you reach 1,500 CC." Zhao Ziyang signaled Pandora to continue drawing his blood.
Different blood types contain different antigens and antibodies. For example, type A blood contains a antigen and b antibody, and type B blood contains b antigen and a antibody. If type A blood and type B blood are mixed, the a antigen will combine with the a antibody to cause coagulation and blood clots. If the key blood vessels are blocked, it will cause insufficient blood supply to important organs and cause necrosis.
Everyone placed their hopes on Zhao Ziyang's different body structure. They had the same blood type as Omo and the Devil. However, in this case, the necessary procedure of blood transfusion of the same type could not be carried out. Another point was that they still had to fight. Too little blood transfusion would have no effect, and too much would cause another death. They had to maintain their fighting power.
As Zhao Ziyang's blood flowed into the bodies of the two people, the speed at which they bled out slowed down significantly. It turned out that Zhao Ziyang's blood had an effect on them, even though his blood type was not O type.
"Huh..." Looking at Omo and the Devil whose situation had eased, Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Boss, we must find a way to break out." Faced with this situation, Pandora could only prioritize how to break out and retreat.
They must ensure the lives of Omo and the other man. If things go as expected, the defenders will hold them back as much as possible to delay time and cause the two seriously injured to die.
"Understood." Zhao Ziyang took a deep look outside the military warehouse, then turned to look at the team members and said to them: "Guys, we have no choice. Anyway, we have a lot of hatred with the defenders, so let's settle it together later. We can't watch our brothers die, so - retreat! Rifling, notify Arc'teryx to pick up."
"Understood." Rifling nodded and tried to get in touch with Archaeopteryx.
“Sizzle…sizzle…”
There was a crackling sound of electricity coming from the radio, and the radio was interfered and could not transmit any information.
"Damn it!" Rifling threw the radio heavily to the ground and stomped on it, saying loudly, "The damn defenders are interfering."
"It doesn't matter." Pandora stood up with an indifferent look on her face, looked at the deepest part of the military warehouse, thought for a while and said: "We are now at the northernmost side of the military base. There is a separation wall to the north of the military warehouse, so we can use blasting. But I think this military warehouse doesn't seem so simple. Any military warehouse will have a spare military warehouse to prevent accidents. So we should search the warehouse , maybe we can find something surprising."
"That's right." Zhao Ziyang nodded, agreeing with Pandora's reasoning.
This military warehouse was indeed not simple. It was not simple because the supplies stored in it were very few, only a few military uniforms and beddings, and even the necessary logistical strategic reserves were missing. This was obviously impossible for a military base with 800 people stationed there. Since it was impossible, there must be something fishy going on.
