Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Jiang Fan coughed uncomfortably, "Ahem, my eyesight has always been very good, don't you know?"

What can I do? Can I still tell you that I have the Eagle Eye skill?

Fortunately, Wang Lao Hu and Li Sen were already accustomed to Jiang Fan's strength, and their attention was quickly diverted.

Several people carried several guns and replaced the blank bullets in each gun with live bullets.

I also tested it several times to avoid picking up the wrong gun at a critical moment.

To others, this is a game of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, but to Jiang Fan and his team, it is a Counter-Strike league.

Wherever there is a lack of fairness and justice, we will be there!

Jiang Fan took a look at the surveillance video and felt something was odd.

"Don't you think the surveillance camera is a bit strange now? It seems that it is not recording."

"Ah?" Li Sen looked at him in surprise.

But if a small red dot suddenly flashes under strong light on a surveillance camera dozens of meters away, the probability of him detecting it is almost zero.

"I didn't see that, Jiang Fan, are you too sensitive and overthinking?"

Jiang Fan took another look.

There was absolutely no way he could think too much about it, the surveillance was indeed broken.

Is it intentional?
Still a coincidence?

Until he saw the second surveillance camera, and then the third one, all the surveillance cameras had failed. There was only one possible explanation: someone did it on purpose.

It's really a perfect coordination.

This training ground is a large training platform prepared for real killers.

A series of footsteps came from afar and got closer. Jiang Fan led the team into the bushes. They acted as bystanders and watched the show calmly.

The footsteps stopped when they were about fifty meters away from them, and they could faintly hear the other person gasping for breath in pain.

After waiting for a few minutes to make sure there was no one else around.

Jiang Fan then approached the wounded man cautiously. The wounded man's brain was occupied by pain and his sensitivity to the surrounding environment became weaker.

It was not until Jiang Fan was about to approach him that he realized someone else was coming.

He clenched the life-saving straw in Jiang's hand, but after taking a look, he felt that this thing was now no different from a hammer.

He said to Jiang Fan desperately, "You, are you going to kill me too?"

"Jiang Fan, I have no grudges against your Xia country, what are you going to do?"

Jiang Fan stretched out a hand to him.

In the eyes of men, the guns on Jiang Fan are all trophies. He doesn’t even want to leave the last gun for me.

"Give me the anti-inflammatory medicine."

"..."

"Ah?" The man was caught off guard by Jiang Fan's turn of words.

Could it be that Jiang Fan was not here to steal, but was here for the anti-inflammatory medicine on him? That couldn't be possible, right?
He trembled as he reached into his pocket and carefully glanced at Jiang Fan's expression: "I'll give you the medicine, can you please not, don't kill me?"

Jiang Fan nodded.

The man didn't understand for a moment. Did this nod mean that she agreed not to kill him, or that she was going to kill him?
He didn't dare to take risks in this matter, so he could only bite the bullet and take the risk of dying sooner, and asked again: "You, do you mean you won't kill me by nodding?"

Jiang Fan frowned slightly this time and said impatiently: "Yes, I won't kill you."

The other party then felt relieved to hand over the medicine. It didn't matter, it was just a pill. If it could save a life, what would it matter?

But Jiang Fan took out a bottle of water from his bag, broke the pill in half and threw it into the water, shook it twice, and then poured it directly onto his calves.

The man was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and his lips turned pale.

How could Jiang Fan's cruel and torturous behavior be exactly the same as that of the Black Snow mercenaries? Could it be that Jiang Fan...
"Tear your clothes into strips and I will bandage your wounds."

"...What do you mean?"

Jiang Fan poured the little water left in the bottle onto his hands for a simple disinfection.

Then they directly inserted their hands into his wound. In order to prevent him from screaming and exposing their tracks, Li Sen and Wang Lao Hu also helped him by covering his mouth and controlling his hands.

"Huh, it's finally taken out." Jiang Fan threw the bullet on the ground, and then sprinkled the crushed medicine powder on the wound in the same way.

"Tear up the clothes and give them to me."

Li Sen manually tore the man's clothes into strips and handed them to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan hesitated for a moment and asked, "I can give you emergency stitches, but I need to ask for your opinion. If you are afraid, I will give you a simple bandage. If you are not afraid, I will stitch you up."

"Given your current condition, amputation is probably unlikely, but if you want to recover quickly and avoid infection, I can give you stitches."

The man figured out during his painful struggle that Jiang Fan was helping him treat his wounds!
Jiang Fan and the mercenaries who just attacked him were definitely not from the same camp.

But why does he have so many guns?

Forget it, at least Jiang Fan is a regular soldier and not a bad guy, so he felt a lot more relaxed about this.

"Well, I want to ask, what do you use to sew up the wound?"

"A plain needle and fishing line."

"..."

"Um, thank you in advance. How about you bandage it? I'm a little scared."

Li Sen suddenly shrugged his shoulders vigorously, stared with his eyes, and said righteously: "What are you afraid of? A real man must experience pain in order to remember every battle."

"Well, actually I don't need pain to remember."

"Then the meaning is the same? If we hadn't shown up in time, how long do you think you could have held on given the condition of your injuries? Isn't this a form of training for you?"

Li Sen's sincere expression made the injured soldiers feel hard to refuse his kindness.

"Well, how about we give it a try?" He glanced at Jiang Fan with a forced smile, but saw a needle as thick as a syringe.

"I took the wrong one. There's another one."

Jiang Fan pulled out a small drawer from under his treasure chest-like watch face and took out a handful of fine needles.

He took out a fishing line from somewhere that was almost invisible unless you looked carefully. Seeing Jiang Fan being so professional, the man felt that maybe Jiang Fan was really good.

next second!
"Ah--" The sound that had just been shouted out was blocked back by Li Sen's quick eyes and hands.

Jiang Fan squeezed his wound together with one hand, and used the other hand to skillfully thread the needle at the wound. If you didn't know, you would think he was sewing a shoe sole.

The man shed tears of pain.

Li Sen raised his hand to wipe away his tears: "We are just doing what is right, don't be so moved. We don't want anything in return, just remember our kindness to us."

The man's teeth are about to break. I say, you are all beasts! You are exactly the same as the Black Snow Mercenaries.

But the pain came quickly and ended quickly. Jiang Fan tied a knot on the wound and said, "It's over." (End of this chapter)