Super Special Forces King

Chapter 762

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Pulling out the dagger, the blood stained on it has been washed away by the rain.

Cut the sleeping bag from the side so that it can be used as a quilt by spreading it out.

Passed it to Sharapova and Dai Er, and said: "You two are covered a little, your body is soaked in rain, it is easy to catch cold."

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Driving the car quickly, the wet pants are very uncomfortable to wear on the body, mainly because they always stick to the legs, and Zhang Feng has to always move.

There was a sound of even breathing from the back seat. Looking through the rearview mirror, Sharapova had fallen asleep deeply.

With the consumption of physical energy, coupled with the pressure in the heart of being hijacked, it is time to sleep for a while after eating.

"Take off your pants." Dai Er's voice suddenly sounded behind.

Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and said casually: "It's okay, it will do it in a while."

I said this, but I was crying again and again. It was really too uncomfortable. If you two women were not there, I would have been stripped of everything, and I would suffer this sin.

"Take it off, we both fell asleep anyway."

Hearing that, Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched twice again. Did you fall asleep too? Who is talking to me? ghost?

However, he also understood that Dai Er said so for his own benefit.

Seeing her squinting through the rearview mirror.

After a little hesitation, the control car stopped steadily on the side of the road.

Lifting up his hips, took off the wet pants, and found the pants pulled from the dead body in his pockets. Just about to put them on, he looked down at his wet underwear.

Looking back at Dai'er, she saw that she still closed her eyes, and took off her **** as soon as she gritted her teeth.

He threw the wet trousers two-piece suit directly from the lowered car window.

Whizzing.

Although the air conditioner blows warm air, it still feels cold.

She put her dry trousers on her body at a speed that was too fast to jingle.

Huhu.

Zhang Feng took two deep breaths. How could it be more nervous than killing the enemy when two women changed their pants?

Restart the car and drive quickly along the highway in the direction of Brasilia.

With the sky getting bright, the heavy rain in the middle of the night finally died down.

Zhang Feng yawned and looked at his watch. It was already four o'clock in the morning, when humans were most sleepy.

In two or three hours, we will enter the border of Brasilia, and then we can contact the old beggar and let him send someone to connect with him.

Bear it again.

Opened a gap in the window for ventilation, took a cigarette out of his pocket, lit it, and slowly smoked it.

"Cough cough".

Before smoking a cigarette, I heard the sound of coughing behind me.

Zhang Feng thought he was choking on the smell of cigarettes and coughed, and quickly threw the cigarette **** along the car window.

Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, he quickly looked back and saw that Dai'er's originally white cheeks were red at the moment.

Damn, the most worrying thing happened!

He stopped on the side of the road and put his hand on Dai'er's forehead, hot.

Although there is no thermometer, I can probably tell that the temperature of the fever is more than 39 degrees!

The fever must be relieved immediately, otherwise, if the fever reaches 40 degrees, it may endanger your life and even burn your nerves.

Lightly patted Dai'er's cheek, and hurriedly shouted: "Dai'er, wake up, wake up."

In such a situation, she must be kept awake, otherwise it would be very bad for her to burn her.

"Huh?" Dai'er couldn't open her eyes, only a gap was left, and her expression was dazed.

But Sharapova woke up and yawned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Dai'er has a high fever, very serious!" Zhang Feng said briefly.

Sit back on the seat again, frowning tightly, and must find a way to quickly get the fever off.

Sharapova grabbed Dai Er’s arm nervously, “Dai Er, how are you?”

"I...hehe, it's okay...hehe"

Zhang Feng's brows became more frowning. Although she was in the rain last night, she put on dry clothes after returning. Even if she had a cold and a fever, she wouldn't be so serious!

Suddenly thought of what caused Dale's fever.

Push the car door to get out of the car, open the rear door on Dai's side, and directly open the sleeping bag covered by Dai'er.

Reached out to grab Dai'er's injured foot, pinched the slender white ankle in the palm of her hand, and looked at the center of her foot.

hiss.

Zhang Feng couldn't help taking a breath.

The infection is inflamed, so the fever is so high.

Seeing the wound festering, Sharapova covered her mouth in surprise, and said for a long time: "This...what should I do now?"

"Ma Shan must treat her wounds, otherwise the inflammation will always be there and the high fever will not go away. Moreover, the wound will fester in this way, even if it is cured by then, it will be easy to leave sequelae."

"Roll up her trouser legs and tiptoe her feet up." Zhang Feng placed Dai'er's feet on Sharapova's hands and ran quickly toward the trunk of the car.

He remembered that there was a bottle of vodka in the trunk.

After taking out the wine, Zhang Feng poured the wine on the dagger, ignited it with a lighter, and burned with blue fire flames, making noises.

Put the rest of the wine away. In the absence of medical alcohol, high-concentration spirits like vodka can barely be used to replace medical alcohol for disinfection.

In fact, the best is the Chinese liquor, because it does not add too many spices like foreign wines, which is more pure.

Sharapova couldn't find a place to pad her feet, so she directly put her ankle on her knee.

After the flame on the dagger went out by itself, Zhang Feng walked over with the dagger.

Looking closely at the injury on her foot again, the frown became tighter.

The wound is small, but very deep, and it has been purulent inside.

If you have medical equipment, you can clean the pus inside. But now there is only a dagger. If it is kept, only a small wound can be opened to clean the pus inside.

"grass!"

Zhang Feng murmured a curse, looked at Sharapova, and said, "You turn your head around! I didn't tell you to look back, so you just look out the window!"

Although Sharapova didn't know why he suddenly became angry, she still obeyed and turned her head out of the window.

Staring at the wound on the sole of Dai'er's feet, Zhang Feng slowly lowered his head...

Three minutes later.

"Pooh!"

He picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth, the pungent and spicy alcohol dilute the taste in his mouth.

Huhu.

After taking two deep breaths, Zhang Feng got into the car again, holding a dagger, and carefully cutting off the ulcerated flesh around the wound.

The movements were very slow, for fear of hurting her. Fortunately, Dai'er was already burnt, feeling pain, and it was just a few low and low moans.