my skynet wife

Fujiharu blew out the candlelight. At this time, she was completely confused because she cared about her brothers. Even angry, she rushed to the broken glass that let in the cold wind outside, and let out a sad cry.

"Why...why are you killing people? What time of year is this? How many people are still alive? You...how can you do it?"

The sad voice was like a ghost demanding life in this cold wind. The desolate voice rushed into his ears. Zhao Yongzhu gritted his teeth and told himself this.

"I...what can I do? If I don't kill you, my whole family will die!"

This sound also caused Lin Zheng and his men to cheer. At least they had successfully warned the people outside. This building is their territory. Don't even think about coming over to share their things or take over their power.

Guo Zhenbei dragged Fujiro, who was in a daze due to injury. In a real sense, both he and Fujiro were still new recruits. Even if one had been trained by the modern army, the other had been "indoctrinated" with the most

The training of elite troops. But this is not that helpful to them at this moment.

Regardless of whether it is an injured person or a person who has been shot for the first time, too much adrenaline will make people feel severely nauseous. When they leave the opponent's shooting range and come to a safe house, their bodies will become hot and weak.

"Bandage, alcohol!"

Guo Zhenbei panted and sat down on the ground, reaching out to pull off the cumbersome helmet. At this moment, Fujiharu, who was in a panic, could only shake his brother and cry out in a low voice.

"Tenglang, Fujilang, how are you? Don't scare me...!"

"Please, stop screaming! Go and close the curtains first, then light the candles, and then get the medicine box, the one in the rescue box!"

Guo Zhenbei was holding a grudge against Teng Qing for the collision just now, and he was very complaining when he spoke. At this moment, Teng Qing was no longer so fierce because he cared about his brothers. He hurriedly half-crouched on the ground and carefully

Close the curtains, then light the lights again, and get a medical compartment from the rescue kit.

It is said to be a medicine compartment, but it is actually a plastic box with double buttons. Inside are several antibiotics, syringes, bandages, Yunnan Baiyao spray, hydrogen peroxide spray and other commonly used medicines and first aid medicines.

When Fujiharu came to Guo Zhenbei again with the box in his arms, Guo Zhenbei had already untied Fujilang's clothes. There was a short crossbow arrow stuck in his arm, and there was also a wound on his back.

Fortunately, he was wearing a motorcycle leather suit and a motorcycle rider's special armor. There was only a wound on his back, but the crossbow arrow on his arm was deeper.

"This arrow has a barb, but fortunately it didn't damage any blood vessels, but it requires a scalpel to lift it out!"

Tengqing looked at the wound, her eyes widened. The triangular arrow tip penetrated deeply into the strong muscles of Tenglang's arm. When she heard that Guo Zhenbei was going to operate on her brother, she was startled. She didn't believe it.

Look at him, no matter what, this guy doesn't look like a doctor!

It is not an easy task to open a knife and launch an arrow. If someone accidentally injures a large blood vessel, it is too late to save him. It is not a job that ordinary people should do. But now Guo Zhenbei is no longer a simple repairman, at least

Suddenly it was clear to him what to do.

Guo Zhenbei hurriedly disinfected his hands with hydrogen peroxide. He reached out to pick up the scalpel without even trembling his fingers. First aid on the battlefield was not done gracefully. The scalpel opened the skin near the wound and moved it along the crossbow arrow.

The edge is made with the smallest possible cuts.

The blood suddenly flowed out like a small fountain. Looking at the bright red blood that seemed to still have heat, Fujiharu's legs went weak and he knelt beside his brother. He didn't even bother to use a piece of gauze to absorb the blood.

The blood suddenly made the wound blurry.

"Suck the blood away!"

It wasn't until he heard Guo Zhenbei's low roar that Teng Qing came back to his senses. There was a piece of gauze sandwiched on the stretched out electroplated camera, and his hand was shaking as if he was having a convulsion. Guo Zhenbei shouted in a low voice, like a battlefield

A cold-blooded veteran.

"Take a deep breath and suck the blood away!"

Fujiharu couldn't help but admire Guo Zhenbei's calmness, and thought in her heart that Guo Zhenbei must have some extraordinary experience. Or maybe he, like his brother Fujiro, is a well-trained soldier. Such a person

, in such a biochemical apocalypse, it always makes people feel comforted.

As she sucked away the blood with a piece of gauze, the wounds became clear again. Guo Zhenbei quickly made two other wounds on Tenglang's arm, which relieved the obstacle of pulling out the crossbow arrows.

"Prepare the hydrogen peroxide spray, gauze, and bandages. I'll pull out the arrow, and you'll stop the bleeding and spray the medicine. I think your brother will need a few stitches!"

The big triangular wound kept bleeding. At this time, Guo Zhenbei had no doubt that Stefanie Yang must have done something to his head. Otherwise, how could he know such almost professional knowledge?

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In fact, dealing with simple wounds is just a part of the survival training of the special forces. There is nothing magical about it at all. But when it happens to a person who was a car mechanic yesterday, it is an incredibly magical thing.

Under the flickering candlelight, I watched the crossbow arrow leave my brother's arm, and watched the camera in Guo Zhenbei's hand hold the curved needle and pull the open triangular wound together. At this time,

Fujiharu has recovered from the initial surprise.

In his heart, he no longer disliked Guo Zhenbei, who had just taken advantage of him. On the contrary, when he looked at him, he had a strange look. In this moment of the end of life, what could he do with a warrior by his side?

Compared to a capable warrior!

When Guo Zhenbei completed this complex and difficult thing in the eyes of ordinary people, it was the first time for him to do such a thing.

And fainted. When the needle penetrated his skin and muscles, his body trembled and woke up from the coma.

"Xiao Lang, don't move! This... this... he's giving you stitches!"

At this time, Fujiharu, who had gradually become calmer, saw his brother waking up and hurriedly reached out to hold him down. Guo Zhenbei, who was undergoing stitches, secretly envied Fujilang for being able to stay with his woman at this time.

"This one named Xiaoqing... is pretty good-looking. I'm afraid it's not easy to find such a beautiful woman at this time!"

Fujiharu served Fujilang carefully, always wiping away the pain and sweat caused by Guo Zhenbei's thread pulling. The hand on his brother's arm felt the trembling of his body, but she couldn't help but blame him.

"Look at you Fujiro, if you listened to me, why would such a problem happen?"

Such old-fashioned words caught Guo Zhenbei's attention. He glanced at Fujiharu, but in his heart he no longer envied Fujiharu's "love".

"This woman is so young, how can she act like a mother? If she is such a woman, I'd better not let her go!"

Guo Zhenbei, who is full of fantasy about marriage, does not want to find a mother for himself.

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