"Everyone stands in their own position and does their duties well. I need everyone to give me these 5 minutes." Xiaojun said to the microphone. As his voice came out, everyone stood up straight, holding the gun in his hands tighter, and the director needed us to provide him with 5 minutes.

As the doctors coming from the convoy were not familiar with surgery, Zhao's secretary got out of the car and wanted to send Xiaojun to the hospital alone, but was blocked by Xiaojun: "No, I'll do it myself. When I got there, I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold on and faint, and my mission had not been completed yet!"

Task~task~! It is only because of the duties of soldiers and only because of the nature of soldiers.

While Xiaojun needed a lighter, Long Yi also understood what he wanted to do. He had done this more than once back then and was already familiar with it. He handed the dagger that had been disinfected with fire to Xiaojun. In fact, whether it was disinfected or not had a great impact on Xiaojun, but this was his biggest secret. The fewer people knew, the better.

Scream, the clothes were torn open, and the bullet holes on the chest that had already had slightly scarred cracks again because the sticky clothes were torn open.

Sophia covered her mouth, tears flowed out of her eyes. She forced herself to look on, and she wanted to see Xiaojun was fine before she could feel relieved.

Damn it, it’s not that I don’t want to go to the hospital, but how can I take revenge when I get there? I don’t know which bastard shot me. If I don’t take revenge, it’s not that I, Zuo Haojun. What’s more, the safety army along the way is not assured to hand it over to others. After all, all the plans are designed by themselves, and it’s very easy to have improper command effects when substituting people in the last battle.

Long Yi handed over a towel, Xiaojun stuffed it into his mouth, and the dagger in his hand did not stop, digging it into his body along the wound.

Damn it, it's so deep!

Sweat dripped from Xiaojun's face. It was too difficult to remove such bullets. If you don't rely on medical devices, the pain you endured is not something that ordinary people can tolerate. Moreover, the dagger is very likely to touch other places when it is turned into a body. If it weren't for the body with such a long recovery ability and the experience of dealing with countless times by himself, Xiaojun would not dare to try it.

"Ah~~~~~~~" Xiaojun spit out the towel in his mouth, raised his head and shouted loudly, and the dagger in his hand also determinedly dug out the bullets hanging on the bones.

Dashan, who came back from afar, happened to see this scene. The special Bullet Army Security Bureau soldiers recognized it. Not to mention picking the bullets with bare hands, it was not very easy to take out the bullets with medical equipment. Without anesthetics, the director actually~~~~~

The body leaning against the tree slowly slid down, and Xiaojun's face was covered in sweat. Fortunately, he did not hurt the vital department. Otherwise, no matter how strong his body was, he would not be able to treat it on the spot. Fortunately, it was only on the edge of the bone. If the bone was hit, it would be impossible to deal with it on the spot and continue to perform the task without entering the hospital for treatment.
Chapter completed!