Zhang Xuan was in the closet, watching the woman assemble the heavy sniper in her hand, then set up the gun, aimed it at the window, and held her breath to concentrate. This is what a sniper must do before shooting, and stabilize her mentality.

The woman stared at the outside of the house with concentration, not noticed at all. There was a person hiding inside in the wardrobe behind her.

An extended Mercedes-Benz S600 appeared in the woman's vision, and the woman's fingers gradually moved to the trigger. She held her breath. Just as the woman was about to shoot, a sudden sound rang out from behind the woman.

"I suggest you don't shoot."

"who!"

The woman shouted violently and turned around almost instantly. The sniper muzzle in her hand also aimed at the direction where the sound was heard.

Zhang Xuan pushed open the wardrobe door, looked at the sniper rifle in the woman's hand, and spoke to himself: "NTW20, 20 mm caliber, anti-equipment sniper rifle, has great lethality, but the recoil is also terrifying, and the ballistics are particularly obvious. Are you shooting at this time trying to tell others that you are here?

If I guess correctly, there should be another injured person downstairs, right?"

"Who are you!"

The woman's gun was always aimed at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan then noticed the appearance of a woman. Just in terms of appearance, a woman's appearance can definitely be considered outstanding, but there is always a sense of hostility between a woman's eyebrows, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly and pointed to the gauze wrapped around him, "I am just a person who wants to survive. When you are raising a gun, your right shoulder looks a little stiff. You should not be a novice who just plays a gun. This stiff movement means that your right shoulder is injured. If you bear the recoil of NTW20, you may be temporarily disabled, just like me."

A roar sounded, and the woman subconsciously glanced back and saw that the Mercedes-Benz S600 had disappeared from her sight.

"Damn it!"

The woman cursed and pointed the gun at Zhang Xuan's head, "turned over."

Zhang Xuan cooperated and turned around and signaled that there was no weapon hidden behind him.

"Is this house yours?"

Zhang Xuan asked in a relaxed tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, now, go out the door and go downstairs!"

The woman held the gun and slowly came behind Zhang Xuan. The gun hole was placed on the back of Zhang Xuan's head. As long as the woman gently pulled the trigger with her fingers, Zhang Xuan's head would explode instantly.

Zhang Xuan walked downstairs slowly. He saw that in the living room on the first floor, there was also a woman lying on the sofa with pain on her face. She also had a Yanxia face, a standard melon-shaped face, beautiful facial features, white skin, dyed with blonde hair, and beautiful. Zhang Xuan observed the woman's hands. The other party's fingers were slender, tender, and well-maintained, not like a hand playing with a gun.

A circle of gauze was wrapped around the waist of the blonde woman. The gauze was obviously replaced, but in this short time, it was stained with blood.

The blonde woman's face was not covered with blood, which was caused by excessive blood loss.

Zhang Xuan could clearly feel that the muzzle next to the back of his head was shaking slightly, which shows that the person holding the gun was also very nervous now.

Zhang Xuan turned his back to the short-haired woman and spoke tentatively: "Guss wound?"

"Um."

"Seeing the degree of bleeding, it is 7.62 mm, caused by rifle, but it should be abrasion, not a direct hit, otherwise at this hit angle, I'm afraid the body will be directly beaten in half, and the bullet is not left in the body, just stop the bleeding."

Zhang Xuan said as he walked forward.

"stop!"

The short-haired woman shouted, "What do you want to do!"

Zhang Xuan ignored the words of the short-haired woman, but walked to the medicine box and searched in the medicine box, "Of course, I'm looking for something that can stop bleeding, otherwise she won't live to set the sun with these two gauzes."

Zhang Xuan said as he took out a box of anti-inflammatory drugs from the medical box to crush them.

The short-haired woman looked at Zhang Xuan's movements and wanted to stop her. After thinking about it, she didn't care. She just aimed her gun at Zhang Xuan. As long as Zhang Xuan had any extraordinary movements, the short-haired woman would never hesitate.

After Zhang Xuan crushed a few anti-inflammatory drugs, he came to the sofa again. He pulled out a long gauze, then pinched it into a ball, and stuffed it into the blonde woman's mouth.

The short-haired woman strode up and pressed the barrel of the gun against Zhang Xuan's head again, "What are you doing!"

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes and said to the short-haired woman, "She can no longer bear the pain on her body. You don't want to see her bit her tongue and commit suicide."

Zhang Xuan said, untied the gauze wrapped around the blonde woman's waist that had been soaked with blood. Then he picked up a brand new gauze and treated the blood on the blonde woman's waist. When the blood was wiped away, a hideous wound appeared in Zhang Xuan's eyes.

When a bullet hits a person, the first feeling is not pain. The lethality caused by the bullet is determined by the interaction between the invasion force and the stopping force of the bullet. At the first moment when you are hit by a bullet, you feel that something is hit hard, and then you will feel numbness and heat coming from the place you are hit, and finally the pain of getting in.

A large caliber sniper rifle hits the target, and even half of the person's body is blown away.

Fortunately, the bullet that hit the blonde woman was just the smallest caliber pistol bullet, and it was just rubbed to the edge, but even so, it still took away a large piece of flesh and blood from the blonde woman's waist.

Zhang Xuan poured the grated anti-inflammatory medicine on the blonde woman's waist. The moment the anti-inflammatory medicine was poured on, the blonde woman's entire body began to twitch.

"Okay, okay, it's okay."

Zhang Xuan held the blonde woman's arms and tried his best to comfort her.

The blonde woman's forehead is covered with sweat, and this kind of pain is simply not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

The short-haired woman didn't say anything this time, but just looked at her companion with concern.

"Go, come over some clean water and take less."

Zhang Xuan glanced at the short-haired woman and spoke.

"Oh, OK."

The short-haired woman was stunned for a moment and hurried to the bathroom to get water.

After the short-haired woman brought a basin of clear water, she saw Zhang Xuan tied the blond woman's limbs to the four corners of the sofa, while Zhang Xuan held a needle to sew the wounds for the blond woman.

"The conditions are limited, so I can only do this first. I will deal with the wound. You wipe off the blood. I can't see clearly if there is too much blood."

Zhang Xuan spoke out.

"Um."

The short-haired woman nodded, put down the gun in her hand to cooperate with Zhang Xuan.

A suture process, in terms of Zhang Xuan's medical skills, takes twenty minutes to end, but the current environment, coupled with Zhang Xuan's physical condition, and the blonde woman who was not anesthetized and twisted wildly due to pain, lasted for an hour and a half.

When the wound was completely sutured, no matter Zhang Xuan, the short-haired woman, or the blonde woman tied up with her limbs, she was already covered in sweat.

But looking at the blonde woman's bleeding wound, the short-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!