My surname is Stark, who changed my job to become a female big gun?

Chapter 206
Chapter 205: Breaking the game!This AK turned out to be Israeli?
Allen glanced at the situation at the back door. Sanderson, who got the rifle, was able to suppress the firepower by himself, so he quickly walked to Sweep and helped him up.

Sweep also knew that this was not the time for him to be brave, the injury on his thigh was serious, if he didn't hurry up and heal, he might bleed to death.

Clenching his teeth, Sweep limped on one leg and was supported by Allen up to the second floor.

The situation here is similar to the first floor, and the layout is simpler, except for a single room, there are only two windows that open to the outside.

It just so happened that an enemy wanted to come in through the window, and just now half of his body was revealed, as if someone was holding him under him.

Sweep quickly raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet hit the enemy's forehead, and he fell down on his back amid the exclamation of someone below.

Fortunately, the AK rifle that the other party was holding originally did not fall out following the body at this time, but shook back and forth on the windowsill twice and fell into the house.

"I don't know if it's bad luck or good luck for us."

Swipe took a breath, and made a small joke with Alan who was supporting him.

"Damn! If this is considered good luck, I would rather God not favor me like this!"

Allen was really taken aback by that guy just now. He didn't expect that the guy outside was about to climb up the stairs just as the two of them climbed up the stairs.

If this was delayed a little later, they might be caught off guard by the enemy from the second floor!

Supporting Sweep to sit on the dilapidated sofa in the corner, the original owner here should have some small money, but he fled to unknown place long ago because of the war.

Walking to the window sill and picking up the AK on the ground, Allen checked the magazine and trigger to make sure it was still usable.

It stands to reason that there should be no useful weapons in this damn place. Even the famous AK is probably an imitation made in that small workshop that I never knew.

However, what Allen didn't expect was that the AKs in these guys' hands turned out to be serious Israeli products, and they used standard 5.45*39mm small-caliber rifle ammunition.

This kind of thing is definitely not something that ordinary militiamen can get. Whoever says that they have no support behind them, Alan will definitely not believe it!

"Israeli products, they have a lot of background."

Giving Swipe a look, Allen estimated that there should be more than 20 rounds in the magazine. Although not many, it is enough to kill a few enemies under precise shooting, but he doesn't know how accurate this thing is.

Allen raised his gun and fired at the wall of the building next door outside the window. The front sight was slightly off, but with a little adjustment, the quality of the AK made in Israel was quite reliable.

Handed the rifle to Sweep, and asked him to temporarily set up the window for himself, and then Allen took out the first aid kit from his pocket and took the time to bandage the other party.

Taking out the tactical medical scissors, Allen cut open the trouser legs on the wound on Sweep's thigh, so as to facilitate the subsequent suturing and bandaging.

Then a fentanyl painkiller that looked like a lollipop was stuffed into Swipe's mouth.

Taking out the epinephrine needle that had been used by the doctor once before, Allen glanced at Sweep, and then stuck it in the other leg without hesitation.

"Be patient!"

Take out the hemostatic needle in the medical bag, and put a needle on the outside of Sweep's thigh.

Swipe's injury was on the upper inner thigh of his left leg, and it looked like he had been scratched by shrapnel from the explosion, but there was no muscle injury.

But if that fragment goes any higher, Sweep will probably have to live alone for the rest of his life.

The wound was not small, about two inches long, and the bleeding was obviously curbed after the hemostatic agent took effect.

Allen carefully inspected the vicinity of the wound, and found no remaining metal fragments, which made him a little relieved.

Quickly take out povidone iodine and other medicines and sprinkle them on the wound to avoid secondary inflammation.

Swipe clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound the whole time, but his rapid breathing exposed the fact that he could feel the pain.

Allen's movements are fast. He has trained more than a hundred times for this kind of emergency medical operation, and he is very confident in dealing with this small operation.

He took out the leather stapler in the first aid kit, pinched the open wound, and then glanced at Swipe, and after getting a positive response, he nailed all the skin on the wound without hesitation.

His technique is not very good, it is definitely not comparable to "doctor", after all, that guy is a professional.

If the doctor is still there...

Thinking of the doctor, Sweep couldn't help but feel a little sad. How old is that guy's child, how does his family live?

Enduring the pain from his thigh, Sweep thought more and more and became more and more angry. He would definitely find out the mastermind behind the two attacks and cut him into pieces!
The bandaging entered the final stage. Allen took out the bandage from the medical kit and wrapped it around Swiep's thigh in circles until the exposed part of the thigh was completely wrapped. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, although it's a bit rough, it shouldn't leave any sequelae."

Swipe nodded, and returned the rifle to Allen, who needed it more than himself.

Allen is not hypocritical. Although there are not many bullets in it, it should be no problem to deal with a few enemies downstairs in the case of a sneak attack.

"Xiaoqiang, our side is OK."

Allen tried to use the communicator to call Sanderson downstairs. Although he didn't take off his rifle when he jumped out of the car, fortunately, his equipment was fine.

"I got an AK, but it doesn't have many bullets. I'll see if I can help you get rid of the guys outside the back door. Our bullets are not enough for us to fight defensively. We need to break the game as soon as possible!"

Sanderson thought so too. According to his calculations, there were at least dozens of people outside the building at this time.

If they don't solve the predicament before the opponent launches a formal attack, they may all become dead souls under the enemy's gun in the end.

"Act when you are ready! Captain, hold on to your side, and I will help you after dealing with the back door!"

Sanderson took off the bomb hanging from his waist, untied the safety pull-down ring, counted down to two, and threw it out through the open back door!
Bang!
Intense white light accompanied by piercing explosions resounded through the alley outside the back door in an instant. Several enemies squatting with their guns raised did not have time to react, and they were all shaken upright by the shock bomb for a while.

Hearing the sound downstairs, Allen leaned against the window for the first time, turned sideways and pointed the muzzle of the gun under the window.

He didn't need to deal with the enemies at the door, and the people there, Sanderson, could handle them by himself. All he needed to do was kill the enemies at the outer wall.

Bang bang bang!
The index finger pulled the trigger one after another, and the 5.45mm rifle bullets spewed out one after another, shooting all of them behind the wall on the other side of the alley.

An enemy who had just been stunned by the shock bomb was easily taken away by Allen with a short burst before he had time to raise his gun.

(End of this chapter)