The cold-proof clothing they wore was very good. Sim's was a military camouflage cold-proof clothing, and Frank's was also a polar cold-proof clothing with a high level of warmth.

But the night temperature is probably close to minus twenty degrees Celsius. Although their cold-proof clothing can maintain body temperature, it is not a good idea.

The hospital's buildings are well ventilated, and it is not known whether it is man-made or disaster-damaged, which makes the doors and windows mostly damaged, making the indoor temperature not much different from that of the outdoors.

They both are now curled up in a small compartment, which looks like they are the cleaning room of the past.

Everything that can be burned in the hospital has been taken away by people. The only source of fire they have now is the flame of the outdoor stove brought from their homes.

This outdoor stove uses an ethane gas tank, which can only burn for about two hours, and is still in stock at Sim's home, which loves outdoor activities.

They only have a brand new gas tank and a gas tank that has been used for a while. In today's harsh environment, it is unknown how long the flame can last.

The door of the small compartment was probably made of wood and had been removed. Now they can only barely press the door frame with the surgical cart they found.

Then he used the plastic bags and other garbage he found to fill the gap, which barely blocked the cold wind outside.

Frank and Sim found two stools to sit opposite each other, as close as possible, while the outdoor stove was held by one person in the middle, otherwise the temperature of the flame and body temperature would be wasted.

The two originally discussed taking turns to rest and wait until dawn to return home.

But the cold and current posture really cannot make people sleep, not to mention that both men are concerned about their families.

Simm held the outdoor stove, with complex emotions in his eyes.

"When I was in the Marines, I always thought about when I could spend more time with my family. Now I am stuck at home and stay together, and I realize how bad I was doing.

Because I am not by my side, my son Xiaoxi is often bullied by school tyrants, and now he has developed an introverted and cowardly personality.

What's worse is that his sister always stays with the gangsters and doesn't want to listen to any of my words."

The two looked at the fire and talked about the melancholy of the men to each other.

The bad ending brought them survival challenges, but also gave them the opportunity to reflect on themselves.

Before we knew it, the light shone in through the gap in the door opening, and the faint flames of the outdoor furnace were like the cough of the old man in the mute. After shaking violently for a few times, it finally went out.

Sim shook Frank, who was dozing off, and as soon as he met Frank, he woke up, breathing heavily and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm too sleepy."

"It's okay, brother, I was used to staying up late when I was in the Marines. If I have me to guard it, don't worry."

As he said that, Sim put away the outdoor stove and checked the submachine gun that was holding in his arms: "It's dawn, let's go home quickly."

Frank nodded and checked his shotgun. Then the two of them walked back to the hospital aisle.

Just as he was about to flip out of the hospital window, Sim grabbed Frank.

"Shh, be careful, there are people outside!"

Frank looked in the direction he pointed and found several guys in black dressed in black sliding quickly on the ice on the ice.

Sim pressed Frank's shoulder and whispered: "When they go away, we are going home from here."

The target of that team of people seemed to be a building in the opposite direction, so it would be better to avoid it.

So the two were not too nervous. When they saw the people in black entering the building, they turned out the hospital.

The two were wearing nail shoes. Although they could walk steadily on the ice, they were not fast.

After walking less than fifty meters, Sim suddenly became nervous. His long-term intuition as a front-line special forces made him feel nervous.

He hurriedly grabbed Frank and poured him aside, then rolled on the ground with inertia until he was blocked by a raised ice lump before stopping.

Gunshots came at the same time, and bullets hit the route where the two of them rolled over.

Before he could celebrate his timely reaction, Sim and Frank supported each other and quickly ran to the side.

The gunshots resounded throughout New York, frozen by the flood and covered by ice and snow.

A team of black-clad militants chased after him from the other end of the hospital.

They were all wearing skates and were skating at a speed that was no match for Frank and Sim.

If Sim had not had the keen fighting intuition and took Frank to hide with the help of the terrain and nearby buildings, the two would have been caught long ago.

After you chased me for a while, a bullet passed through Frank's abdomen.

Although it was not penetrated, there was a hole in Frank's abdomen. Such a damage was probably even more terrifying than an ordinary penetration injury.

The cold made Frank too late to feel pain, and he fell into an extremely bad state.

However, Sim was unwilling to leave Frank, dragging Frank, who could barely move, and fled to the direction of the apartment while firing back with a gun.

And at this time, the black-clad team chasing them slowed down.

"Hey, wait, these two guys seem to have old lairs. Let's follow them, maybe they can be taken away!" Someone in the team stopped and stopped his companions.

Someone echoed: "Yes, if we can catch more people, the boss will definitely give us more rewards!"

After such discussion, their actions changed from hunting to hunting.

Not only do we have to catch these two unlucky guys, but we also have to take their companions to the end.

The gunshots have alarmed Frank and Sim's family.

They found the direction where the gunfire came and went to the window to look nervously.

Frank's wife Jenny pointed to the distance and shouted, "Look, it's them, my goodness, Frank seems to be injured!"

Sim's wife quickly grabbed Jenny who was about to yell hysterically: "Jenny, Jenny! Listen to me, don't shout, there are people chasing them now, and if we yell, it may harm them!"

The two men's current locations are probably seven or eight hundred meters away from the apartment. Sim seemed to have realized that the man in black behind was consciously tracking.

He carried Frank, who was almost unconscious, and resolutely changed the direction of his journey.

You can't expose your family's location!

This is his belief, even if he dies, the man in black may still look for his and Frank's family.

But his wife is also a decisive and powerful person. With her around, others will have hope of survival.

And once the location is exposed, if the man in black hijacks them, everything will be over.

Sim's wife held Jenny and asked her daughter to go to her house to get the rifle.

She saw her son squatting on the ground and crying with his head, and only sighed.

At the same time, Lu Yu, who was hangover, had a strange dream and was woken up by a stinky dog.

Fortunately, Moutai is not on the rise.

He drank a glass of water and added some charcoal to the already dim boiler to make the flames flourish again. He prepared to bake a slice of bread for breakfast.

Bang!
Chapter completed!