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Morlock put his hand on his abdomen, gritted his teeth in great pain, hid in a bunker with Ferguson on his back, and then put him down.

The three bullets just now were not ordinary. In addition to purely physical puncture damage, the bullets also contained very powerful natural toxins, which greatly inhibited the adventurer's ability to heal wounds through magic.

Especially when the heart was injured, those natural toxins should have flowed to Ferguson's body along with the blood in a short period of time. Although Ferguson was in a trance, after all, the marksman is one of the most fragile professions in physics.

, suffered such a heavy blow, which directly cost Ferguson most of his life, and he could only lie half-ly behind the bunker to catch his breath.

Morlock really didn't care about taking care of him.

Because his injuries are not small.

After putting Ferguson down, he sat on the ground panting, then stretched out his hand to touch his abdomen, and his face suddenly became ferocious!

I saw him gritting his teeth, inserting his fingers into his lower abdomen, forcibly digging a bloody hole in his abdomen, and then pinched the bullet that was close to his belly and almost penetrated him, and pulled it out.

A large amount of blood spurted out from the blood hole.

Even Morlock, who always called himself a tough guy, couldn't help but roar in pain. Big beads of sweat couldn't help but fall from his forehead.

Just now, he shot through the abdomen, first hitting his boss Ferguson behind him. The bullet pierced Ferguson's abdomen and deformed under the resistance of the muscles. When it hit Morlock, the shape of the bullet was no longer suitable for flying in the air.

Not streamlined, but twisted, shapeless iron lumps.

The more shapeless it is, the greater the obstruction of muscles when it passes through the human body, and the more serious the damage to human tissue. Therefore, although the bullet is powerful, it ultimately failed to penetrate Morlock's abdomen.

But for Morlock, the most terrifying thing was the bullet that failed to penetrate and stayed in his stomach. He could only grit his teeth and forcefully dig the bullet out of his belly. When he did it, he was in pain.

Shen Zhi Mo Lake, but he didn’t know if it was the perfect way, he actually found the metal bullet that had almost turned into a flower shape, and successfully pulled it out!

Morlock took out a big red bottle from the storage ring with trembling hands, and poured a large bottle on his wound. Then he took out a piece of white tape-like thing and patted it on his wound. The white tape immediately

Stretch outward to seal his wound firmly.

"Fake! Sackler...that gentleman has done us terrible harm!"

He wanted to curse, but when the words reached the corner of his mouth, he swallowed them.

The legendary boss cannot afford to offend.

Their "expeditionary force" - or to put it more bluntly, an invasion force, goes on expeditions and brazenly attacks maritime civilization cities with land life. In the final analysis, the biggest trump card is the legendary Arthur Sackler.

Because we have a legendary boss who can take care of everything, and the CEO of Atras is in charge, even if the other party is more distracted than he thought before, Morlock has never panicked.

Mr. Sackler's words: "It doesn't matter, I will take action." It was not only Ferguson but also the strongest anchor in Morlock's heart.

But when he realized that the opponent might also have a legend, and that the legend might be able to snipe a powerful trancer like Ferguson very efficiently, Morlock began to feel cramps in his calves.

"You better take action! If you don't take action, our entire army will be annihilated!"

Morlock couldn't help but complain.

The big red bottle produced by Atlas Pharmaceutical was indeed very effective. Soon, Morlock felt that his abdominal pain was relieved immediately.

Morlock took a breath and felt that his mobility had recovered somewhat, so he turned to look at Ferguson, who was almost unconscious: "Captain Ferguson, hold on, I will give you medicine right now."

"I don't recommend you do this."

At this moment, a woman's cold voice suddenly came from a not far away direction.

Morlock looked up and saw a beautiful South Asian beauty wearing a golden yellow dress with high slits standing in front of him, speaking to him in a cold but polite voice.

The costumes worn by this beauty are jewel-like and extremely luxurious. The styles are simple and noble, perfectly combining sexiness and dignity, making her look like a goddess going to attend the ball of the gods.

——Fake is a trancer. And judging from the way she appears, she is a rare space mage!

"You are human beings, why do you want to help these beasts?" Morlock threw down the weapon in his hand and lay down next to Ferguson with abandonment, asking her.

"Are you sure? I don't know who the real beasts are. I only know that they didn't provoke you, but you want to rip out their bones and suck their marrow, and exterminate them."

The content of what this goddess said was very targeted, but perhaps because of her accent or personality, Moloch couldn't hear much of a strong attitude.

It seems that the goddess is really just talking about things.

"It's up to you. What do you want to do to us?" Morlock sighed.

"I came to harvest him on the order of my husband." The goddess pointed at Ferguson, and then looked at Morlock with some embarrassment, "My husband said that there are as many advanced enemies as flies, and there are no harvesters.

the value of."

Morlock: "..."

Morlock watched helplessly as the beauty walked up to the semi-conscious Ferguson, stretched out her hand to create a space bubble, wrapped Ferguson in it, and then put it into her imprisonment orb.

When she cast the spell, she exuded a powerful aura of a trancer, which made Morlock completely give up his courage to fight to the death to save Ferguson.

Suddenly, Morlock thought of something: "Your husband—could he be the legendary sniper?"

The goddess tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "Well, it should be."

Morlock sighed, and the last trace of luck in his heart disappeared: "——You go ahead. I don't want to resist anymore."

Just when Moloch thought he was about to finish, the goddess suddenly asked him: "Are you surrendering? This way I don't have to kill people or ask others to come and kill you."

Morlock opened his eyes.

"Surrender?" the goddess asked.

"...My goddess, you have all the loyalty of me, Alexia Morlock!" Morlock said.

The goddess smiled slightly: "Just call me Ashmita. Come!"

After the goddess finished speaking, she reached out and gave Moloch a hand.

The next second, Morlock arrived in a simple mage tower. A young man who could not feel the aura of the realm was facing away from him and Ashmita, holding a strange-shaped spear in his hand, aiming at

Touch the bottom.

"I'm back! Ferguson has been captured. He also brought back a prisoner. He wants to surrender!"