Both sides became quiet, the defenders waited quietly for the fish to take the bait, while the lurkers thought about how to safely rescue Omo and the devil.

"Gasoline, look for gasoline, quickly!" Zhao Ziyang issued a hurried order, staring at Omo and the devil in the darkness.

The military warehouse is not an oil warehouse, and of course there is no gasoline, but Blade found a pile of industrial alcohol.

"Fill the bottle with alcohol, quick!"

The mercenaries immediately understood what Zhao Ziyang meant and quickly poured alcohol into a glass bottle, stuffed it with a piece of cotton yarn and lit it on fire, creating a pile of Molotov cocktails.

"Listen, when I yell to throw, you must throw these Molotov cocktails ten meters away as soon as possible, and then Tiger Shark and I will rescue the devil Omo. Remember, there is only one chance!" Zhao Ziyang put the gun away.

On the ground, he stretched out his hand to call a mercenary with a strong back and strong shoulders over him and warned him: "Tiger Shark, Omo's life is in your hands."

"Boss, I understand!" Tiger Shark nodded, arching his body and showing a sprinting posture.

The flames of the Molotov cocktail were blocked by the mercenaries to prevent the defenders in the dark from detecting anything.

"Ready to throw!"

"Whoosh..." A burst of wind sounded, and a dozen Molotov cocktails were thrown ten meters away, using the Molotov cocktails to form a circle around the Humvee.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

A ball of flame burst out from the shattered Molotov cocktail that fell to the ground, surrounding Omo and the devil. The moment the flames rose, Zhao Ziyang and Tiger Shark rushed out three steps at the same time, each dragging one person to the material warehouse.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two warheads followed Zhao Ziyang's footsteps and hit the ground. Zhao Ziyang's figure flashed and dragged the wounded into a safe area.

"Special Forces, you amaze me, giggle..." Hunter Fox put away his sniper rifle and rubbed his eyes to relieve the fire-scorched eyes under the night vision goggles, and laughed.

"I told you a long time ago that special forces are not that easy to deal with." Mandala appeared behind Xie Hu and made a faint voice at her.

Liehu patted his cheek gently, stretched out his left hand to take off his bulletproof helmet and straightened his golden hair, his face full of arrogance.

"Who said I have to deal with special forces? Just like you, I want to kill Pandora. This woman is the truly terrifying opponent."

"Do you think she will come out?" Mandala showed a disdainful smile.

"No!" Liehu put on his helmet and said with a charming smile: "Pandora can watch her teammates die, but she can't watch one person die."

"Seth!" Mandala also smiled.

The members of the opposite side of Mandala who have stayed in the Lurker know very well who's weakness is where. Pandora is a person she can't deal with. Unfortunately, Pandora has a weakness, and the weakness is Seth, whom she has always disliked seeing.

In the munitions warehouse, Zhao Ziyang and others raced against time to rescue Omo and the devil.

The devil's right chest was penetrated, and the bullet penetrated the body armor from the back, leaving a scar the size of a bowl on his right chest. His lungs were penetrated, and the situation was very critical.

Omo's situation was even more dangerous. The bullet hit the main artery at the base of his right leg, which penetrated the artery and shrank to the deepest part of the wound. Blood continued to flow out in large amounts, his body began to become cold, and his face became pale and pale.

"Quick! Antibiotics, morphine! Tourniquet!"

The two were injected with morphine and antibiotics respectively. Bottles of medical alcohol were poured onto the wounds, and the hemostatic powder applied on them was instantly washed away by the blood.

"Cough cough cough..." The devil lying on the makeshift operating table coughed violently, and a stream of blood foam flowed down from the corner of his mouth.

"Hold on, devil, you have to know that you are a devil, you are the real devil, and no one can take your life. Hold on, we are going to Hawaii to pick up hot girls on the beach, and we are going to Portola together.

Enjoy the red wine at Fey Manor.”

"Cough cough cough...Tiger, tiger shark...don't lie to me, kid..." the devil said with difficulty, trying to raise his head to see the tiger shark busy on his chest.

"If I lied to you, I would be like a pair of cow dung!" Tiger Shark inserted a catheter into the muzzle of the devil's lungs and sealed the other end of the catheter.

"Uh..." A painful groan came out, and the devil let out a long sigh of relief. The blood foam oozing out of his mouth decreased, and his breathing became much easier.

"Man, lie here with your eyes open and don't sleep, or I'll smash your ass."

Looking at the catheter on his right chest, the devil lay quietly on the bed with his eyes open. He didn't dare to sleep. Once he fell asleep, he would never wake up.

After sealing the wound on Devil's lungs with a catheter, Devil's condition improved a lot and he was at least able to hold on. However, Omo's condition was really not optimistic.

"Hemostatic forceps!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out his right hand that was stained with Omo's blood, took the hemostatic forceps, and looked for the blood vessels where Omo had contracted.

The blood vessels are interrupted at the root of the thigh, and it is very difficult to shrink inward, and can even shrink to the groin.

After stopping the bleeding from the lower half of the blood vessel, Zhao Ziyang reached out and dug into Omo's wound, using his fingers to find the blood vessel where Omo had contracted.

"Ouch!" Omo, who was in extreme pain, roared and waved his arms involuntarily to get rid of the pain.

Rifle and Blade rushed forward and held down his arm, suppressing him.

"Omo, hold on." Zhao Ziyang comforted Omo and said to him through gritted teeth: "We must find your blood vessels to connect them, otherwise your leg will be completely useless and your life will not be saved!"

"Poof! Poof!"

As Zhao Ziyang's right hand penetrated deeper, the blood from his arteries spurted out one after another, spraying onto his face and clothes, staining him like a bloody man.

"Head...Head...I, I have something to say..." Omo moved his lips and made a weak sound, his body trembling as he spoke.

"Don't talk and keep your strength up."

"No..." Omo closed his eyes tightly, bit his teeth and said: "I, I have two children... He, they are in the town of York, Northern Siberia... make, make me, make

Give the money, give it to them..."

"Listen!" Zhao Ziyang growled, stared at Omo and said, "You will be fine, you have to live. What your children need is not money, they need a father. You have to live for your children."

Omo shook his head vigorously and pointed at the tactical vest with his right hand.

Zhao Ziyang reached for Omo's tactical vest and took out a family photo. In the photo, Omo smiled very happily and lovingly. Two children, a boy and a girl, aged seven or eight, were held in his arms, with faces on their faces.

Overflowing with a happy smile.

When Omo saw this photo, a smile appeared on his painful face and his eyes were full of love.

"Pandora, saber!" Zhao Ziyang roared.

With a "swish" sound, Pandora took out the broad double-edged saber and handed it to Zhao Ziyang.

Zhao Ziyang, who was holding a saber, had a fierce face on his face. He tore open Omo's pants, pulled off his underwear, and gritted his teeth while staring at the organ that symbolized a man.

"Omo, for your child!"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ziyang took the saber and cut upwards along the root of Omo's thigh, all the way to the lower end of his genitals. He didn't know whether this knife would destroy Omo's male organs, but this was necessary in order to save Omo's life.

Do.

Everything is for the child, for the child to have his living father.

Following the cut flesh, Zhao Ziyang used both hands to peel open the flesh and put his hands in to look for the contracted blood vessel.

I felt it, I felt the blood vessels!

Under such circumstances, Zhao Ziyang finally touched the blood vessel, but the blood vessel spurting out blood was extremely slippery, making it impossible to grasp it with his fingers.

The three-edged thorn appeared on Zhao Ziyang's left hand. He carefully used the arrow of the three-edged thorn to mark the location of the blood vessel, and then stabbed it in hard.

"Ah!..." A scream came from Omo's mouth, and his polar bear-like body was trembling crazily.

The photo slipped from his hand, and the pale photo suddenly turned the color of pig liver, and the entire face was violently distorted.

"Poof! Poof!"

The blood vessel still spurting out blood was sent out by Zhao Ziyang with a three-edged thorn, and the fingers of his right hand finally grabbed the blood vessel.

After the atrophied blood vessel was pulled out, the two blood vessels were immediately clamped together with hemostatic forceps and sutured. Ensure that the blood flow is smooth, otherwise the leg will be amputated at a high level due to the lack of blood flow.

Fortunately, Omo's blood vessels are much thicker than those of ordinary people. A simple suturing can basically ensure that the blood flows through his right leg again, allowing the cells to become active again.

At this time, Omo Cheng fainted because he could not bear the pain, and allowed Zhao Ziyang to play with his injuries.

"Stop bleeding, saline."

Normal saline was used to hang Omo. Zhao Ziyang took out a steel needle, grilled it with a flame and folded it into a fishhook shape to make a surgical needle. Then he pulled out a piece of cotton gauze and inserted it into the hole and nose and quickly sewed it.

Omo completed the wound suturing and stabilized Omo's injury.

"Chi... chi... chi..." The sound of steel needles passing through flesh kept ringing, making people feel as if they were being sewn into their own bodies.

"Boss." Pandora called Zhao Ziyang, holding a syringe and said to him: "Maybe your blood is very effective on Omo."

It is not a secret among lurkers that Zhao Ziyang's cell regeneration ability is multiple times that of ordinary people. His teammates are surprised by his super regeneration ability and always call him a monster to express their envy. Since Linghu can use his blood for experiments, then

There is definitely something extraordinary about his blood.

"Pump!" Without saying a word, Zhao Ziyang stretched out his arm to let Pandora draw blood.

Slowly a tube of blood was injected into Omo's body, and similarly, the devil also received a tube of Zhao Ziyang's blood.

"Continue and stop when it reaches 1,500 CC." Zhao Ziyang gestured to Pandora to continue drawing his blood.

Different blood types contain different antigens and antibodies. For example, type A blood contains a antigen and b antibody, and type B blood contains b antigen and a antibody. If type A and type B are mixed, the a antigen will combine with the a antibody to cause coagulation, causing

Thrombosis, if it blocks key blood vessels, will cause insufficient blood supply to important organs and cause necrosis.

Everyone pinned their hopes on Zhao Ziyang's different system. They have the same blood type as Omo and Devil. However, in this case, the necessary procedures for blood transfusion of the same type cannot be carried out, and another point is that they still have to fight.

, too little blood transfusion will have no effect, too much blood transfusion will cause another person to die, so combat effectiveness must be maintained.

As Zhao Ziyang's blood flowed to the bodies of the two people, the speed at which their blood flowed outwards slowed down significantly. It turned out that Zhao Ziyang's blood was effective on them, even though his blood type was not type O.

"Huh..." Zhao Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Omo and the devil whose situation had eased.
To be continued...