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

Chapter 1574: The Best of the Best
playing field.

Apart from the sound of wind blowing the leaves, the silence around gives people the illusion that there is no one else here.

A bloody massacre seemed to have been muted since it began.

Everyone was quiet and hid, not daring to act rashly.

Two more teams dropped out.

They followed the organizer's instructions, walked through a large forest, passed a deep pit, and slowly walked to the edge.

The two cars have been waiting here for a long time.

The medical staff came forward and did a basic physical examination. Except for a few scratches on the surface, everything else was normal.

"You guys get in the car first and we'll go back later."

There was another man in the ambulance. He was wearing an oxygen mask, his arm was fixed in a restraint, and his upper body was wrapped in bandages. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"What happened to that man?"

Since I was not in a hurry to leave, I chatted with the doctor for a few minutes.

The other party turned around and glanced at the various numbers that were reported together. They were all within the normal floating range. "He must have been injured by the explosion. It's very serious."

"But someone actually treated his wound immediately and treated it very cleanly. Who is this person?"

"Maybe it's the magic lamp."

"Ok?"

"Nothing. But how did he treat the wound without medicine?" The gossiping special forces soldier took a look at the special forces soldier whose upper body was wrapped like a mummy.

I thought, this man is so badly injured, out in the wilderness, who can save him?

"Didn't I give each of you a pill before?"

A pill?

If the doctor hadn't mentioned it, the gossipy special forces soldier would have almost forgotten about it. He fumbled in his pocket for a long time and finally took out a pill.

The white pills had no outer packaging and had been rolled around in his pocket, becoming coated with a layer of black dirt.

"This? Are you sure?"

"Isn't this pill for anti-inflammatory purposes? I've only taken it twice before when I had a toothache, and it didn't seem to help."

"Of course it won't work if you take it directly. It's better absorbed when applied externally than when taken internally. If you had shouted in your mouth at the beginning, your toothache would have stopped a long time ago."

The doctor looked at the black pills in his hand with disdain.

How come such a simple medicine, in the hands of some people, can become a panacea to pull people back from Satan's clutches?
"Oh my God, why didn't you tell me earlier? If I knew this medicine was so useful, I would definitely prepare more."

"That's not right." He looked at the blood oozing from Comrade Mummy's chest and guessed that the injured area must be quite large.

"He had such a big wound, but he only had one piece of medicine. Isn't that a bit too much?"

The doctor's watch vibrated twice, and a red radar-like symbol appeared.

His face became a little anxious, and he said perfunctorily, "It should be several pieces" and drove away.

The car heard another injured person limping out a few hundred meters away, supported by another person.

As soon as the two got in the car, the rescue vehicle drove away.

After a while, another rescue vehicle stopped next to them.

The other two teammates in the car also came over and asked in a pedantic manner: "What did you find out when you went to gossip just now?"

The gossipy special forces soldier flipped the black pill in his hand and caught it again like flipping a coin: "Do you know anyone among our special forces who can treat it?"

The two shook their heads: "You are an expert on gossip, but if you don't know, how can we know?"

"What's that black thing in your hand? I see you've been playing with it for quite some time."

"The medicine given to us at the beginning." A teammate responded: "Ah, I just took mine."

"Have you eaten?" they both said in unison.

The man scratched his head. "The dosage of a certain ingredient in this drug is relatively high. Although it is not addictive, it will stimulate the brain to a certain extent."

"I was too sleepy when I was investigating just now, so I just put it in my mouth and it will be fine in a short while."

The last special forces soldier seemed to be hit hard: "Why didn't you tell me?"

The special forces soldier who had taken the medicine replied innocently: "Is this some secret recipe? I thought everyone knew about it."

The gossipy special forces soldier thought, interesting, really interesting.

This special forces competition is really new. Not only are there many talented people, but also there is unprecedented turmoil, which is breathtaking.

However, among this group of top special forces, there must be people who are outstanding in all aspects of physical fitness, but among these people, there is actually someone who is good at medicine.

People who are too unique always make people curious.

Jiang Fan, along with Wang Lao Hu and Li Sen, crossed most of the competition venue.

He almost had a head-on collision with the special forces several times, but just as Wang Lao Hu was about to shoot, he was stopped by Jiang Fan.

"We have only one goal next. We will not attack the special forces, but we must eliminate all the mercenaries."

The two nodded.

So the few of them tried to reduce their presence as much as possible, and still went wherever the gunshots were heard.

But after seeing the armband on the opponent's shoulder, he carefully withdrew from the battlefield.

Suddenly, the danger system in front of Jiang Fan gave two reminders.

Jiang Fan turned around instantly and looked in the direction aimed at him, but he didn't expect that there was actually a fish that had escaped the net and was hiding behind the tree, paying close attention to his every move.

It turned out to be the First Gun mercenary.

Before, Jiang Fan was dealing with Hei Xue, while Wang Lao Hu and Li Sen were dealing with the mercenaries who fired the first shot.

They thought they had completely eradicated it, but they never expected that the people responsible for the investigation had been hiding in the mountains.

At this moment, all his anger had accumulated together. He rushed towards Jiang Fan like he was hitting a sieve, wishing he could punch holes all over his body.

Jiang Fan rolled twice on the ground and hid behind a tree.

Wang Lao Hu also noticed that the man’s clothes belonged to the First Gun mercenary.

He was very upset: "Jiang Fan, this matter was my negligence. I didn't notice that there was someone else before."

"It's not your fault. This person wasn't with them from the beginning. They should have acted separately. Don't take the blame on yourself."

But Wang Lao Hu didn't make any excuses for himself.

He found the right angle, aimed at the opponent's neck, and shot directly.

The other party was killed on the spot.

There is no infallible protective gear, only swordsmanship that can hit the target from a hundred paces away.

No matter how many helmets and bulletproof vests you wear, there are always places that the protective gear cannot protect.

The face, head, and neck provide plenty of opportunities for top special forces soldiers to demonstrate their marksmanship.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

The opponent’s shooting skills are pretty good, but there will always be someone better than them, and there will always be someone stronger than them.

And the ace troops are the best of the best in every aspect.

"What on earth are these mercenaries thinking? No matter how much money they are given, don't they understand that it is the money for their lives? Why are they acting like fools?"