A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 133 In Nigg's words———We be Fked
Before coming to this different world, Huang Lang had indeed seen similar wounds. He had seen such penetrating wounds on the necks of some corpses in Ramadi. How much blood there will be is a wound that ordinary people who often "learn war through film and television dramas" can't imagine after watching it.

But how could there be such a high-speed penetrating wound on the neck of a noble from another world?Is this a sniper from his hometown?Or is it caused by some other magic or other means of attack?
Although he can't think of an answer for the time being, Huang Lang knows that the death of this nobleman may not have been caused by a big explosion--but it's only a possibility at the moment. He had seen some similar injuries when he was begging for food in the blood and mud of Silly Damu's broken ground.

It was caused by the IED buried deep in the ground by the side of the road. A huge amount of explosives was detonated in an instant. Even if there were no fragments, the damage caused would be quite terrifying. Huang Lang saw a body that looked fine at first glance. When rescuing people in the past, as soon as the hand was put on the body and the force was exerted, the whole person would deflate like a balloon.

Many things in the body are broken.

[Maybe], there are too many possibilities right now...
However, the current situation did not allow him to confirm it a little bit. The nobleman with the strange wound was quickly taken away, and Huang Lang was quickly thrown into the intense first aid again.

In the situation where many healing mages who knew healing spells were not in the city, and the mental power of the short-handed healers reached the limit and their mana was exhausted, some of Huang Lang's experience and knowledge played a big role.

Don't get me wrong, Huang Lang is not a trauma surgeon, not a doctor in trauma surgery, but a group of fierce people who have at least seven to ten years of study.

Huang Lang was not a medical student, and he actually didn't know how to bring people back from death.

But he was one of those people who did everything in their power to keep Reaper at least unlosable before the man who could win the tug-of-war with Reaper arrived.

He knows some knowledge, how to keep the air in and out of a wounded patient's lungs as much as possible, how to keep the blood in the wounded body from draining as much as possible, and knows under what circumstances he would rather be injured or even die. Sacrificing some limbs and organs must also ensure that the brain and heart must survive temporarily.

Of course, he also knows that if the grenade or RPG is directly shot into the body of some unlucky guy before it explodes, then the chances of that thing will explode are not high, so don't be too afraid when taking it out---- This kind of strange knowledge is useless in daily life later.

Now, these weird knowledge played a role. Huang Lang was busy for several hours, cutting off the road leading to Hades for many unlucky people, bought precious time for the mages, and saved many lives.

When the night was dark and the first aid was about to be carried out on the scene, the mage leader who was in charge at the scene grabbed Huang Lang's hand. He couldn't express his excitement. He just repeatedly said that the promotion of the nobility was good this time, and he brought a treasure He asked Huang Lang to go to them to go through the relevant procedures as soon as possible, and start working quickly.

Of course, the mage also asked Huang Lang where all this knowledge came from.

"In the past, when sailing on the sea, there were often no magic spells, so I learned some spells for emergency."

Huang Lang dismissed the mage without showing any trace, and then went home after the incident on the scene was almost over.

Opening the door of the apartment, Marta was already waiting at the door pretending to be a good wife. She took Huang Lang's clothes, and when she closed the door, she inadvertently checked to see if anyone was following her, and then went back to the house to ensure that the anti-surveillance measures in the house were all gone. After starting up, he nodded to Huang Lang.

Huang Lang sat down on the sofa, briefly told Marta what happened before, and fell into deep thought.

Marta also didn't speak at the side, just looked at Huang Lang quietly. After about ten minutes passed, Huang Lang finally opened his mouth and said in a deep voice:
"This is not right..."

"Should I talk about it, Master." At this time, Marta, who is good at observing words and expressions, handed over a glass of water, and then continued, "Although Marta doesn't know much about explosions, there are not many people under the Master who are very good at it. Is it?"

"indeed…"

Huang Lang nodded, and then connected to the communication with the base. The line was silent for a few seconds, and Bobcat's voice came from the other end of the line:
"Boss, what do you want me to do?"

"I've encountered something strange, listen to it." After finishing speaking, Huang Lang succinctly explained some of the scenes that left a deep impression on him.

After listening, Bobcat was silent for a moment, and said:
"After listening to your description, Boss, I understand why you feel very strange, Boss. How did the huge improvised explosive device with a damage radius of nearly 200 meters be transported into the city, and how was it transported around with security measures? The one next to the venue, and it was chosen to detonate precisely before the end of the most slack activity..."

"The timing is also very ingenious," Huang Lang said in a deep voice, "The high-level healers in the city happened to be away to participate in the seminar today, and it's hard to catch up with the evaluation meeting once a quarter, and then there's the healer again. When it was extremely weak, and their reaction was too fast, the place I went to was only about 30 kilometers away from the city, but when I came back, I didn't even see the smoke column..."

"Did you swarm up immediately after the explosion, huh, and that's not the only flaw revealed, isn't it, Boss?" Shan Mao's voice had the arrogance of a superior man and a hint of sarcasm.

"Ah, there is a penetrating wound on that man's neck," Huang Lang recalled the wound, and touched his neck unconsciously. "That kind of wound looks like a sniper rifle shot at a not too far away. result."

"Is there a way to get photos and samples of the wound? There are sharpshooters and ballistic experts who are good at analyzing ballistics in the base. Maybe they can analyze something?" Lynx asked.

"Maybe we can think of a way," Huang Lang pondered for a while, "I'll try it out myself later. If the defense is too tight, I can ask Nova to try it out. Send her here first."

"Nova is already on the road. By the way, Boss, if it is true that one of the reasons for the explosion was to cover up the assassination of a specific target, do you have any guesses about the ultimate purpose?"

"I don't know, but I think some things should come to the surface as soon as the sun shines tomorrow. The real troublesome thing about this matter for me is that all the gentlemen of faith are now either dead or injured. It is not possible to grant permission for borrowing, which is very detrimental to intelligence collection."

"Any good plan B, boss?"

"Maybe yes, maybe we need to plan again, do you have that feeling—maybe this time, we are also being targeted?"

"As you said, boss, maybe, but this kind of thing is not unusual for you and us, is it?"

"That's right."

After finishing speaking, Huang Lang hung up the communication, got up and walked to the window, looked at the fire in the distance and the lights that were still bright in the middle of the night, turned his head to give orders to Marta, and his whole body was like a handwriting that was suddenly erased by an eraser The same, disappeared into thin air.

On the street, there were faint footsteps.

At this moment, at the end of the stretch of footsteps, the destination of Huang Lang, in the treatment center in Shanggang District, because the director, deputy director and other powerful people have left, a level 5 healing mage who is temporarily taking on the big task, Tremblingly looking at an autopsy report, after a while, he raised his head in a trance, and asked the puzzled colleague standing opposite him:
"Is this true?"

"It's true," the second-level mage standing opposite the temporary acting director didn't know why the acting director was under so much pressure because of the death of a nobleman, but he still reported due diligence, "The one you took special care of Sir, he has completely lost his vital signs, if he cannot be healed by the resurrection within eight hours..."

The level 2 mage didn't finish speaking, but the acting director's level 3 mage also knew what he hadn't finished speaking—if the time limit of the resurrection was exceeded, then he could only find the necromancer to see the knight standing up again.

But His Majesty the emperor of their human race probably wouldn't be happy to see his elder brother, his elder brother turned into an undead...
Hearing these words, the acting director, as if his spine had been taken away, immediately slumped on the seat, sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

In front of him was an autopsy report. The man on it looked like the male noble with a suspicious penetrating wound on his neck that Huang Lang had seen during the day.

Huang Lang doesn't know him, but he does, the acting director of the treatment center --- this person's name is [Gerald Stefan], he is the blood relative of Aiden Stefan, the current emperor of the human race, and his relative Eldest brother, His Majesty the Emperor's most respected and closest family member.

Most of the relatives of Emperor Stefan, although they are not in the state of [One person achieves the Tao, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven], they all live in the imperial capital. On the one hand, these relatives like to be raised by the emperor with good food and drink. On the other hand, It was also because the emperor wanted to keep these greedy relatives in check so that they wouldn't make trouble.

However, among so many people, there is one exception, and that is His Majesty's eldest brother, the eldest son of his generation's Stefan family, Gerald Stefan.

His Majesty, the eldest brother of the emperor, can be said to be the best spokesman for the phrase "elder brother is like father". Not only that, after the emperor ascended the throne, this elder brother also maintained an extremely clear mind, and did not try to hug his thigh at all, even the emperor When I came to look for him and wanted to give him power, glory and wealth, this one refused.

The man who has been facing the loess all his life and his back to the sky, when he looked at the baby, the emperor who was hung on his chest and worked in the fields together, said calmly that he didn't know shit, he didn't know how to govern the country, and he didn't know how to be a nobleman, After not wanting to cause trouble for his own brother, he left the core of the empire's power far away, moved, and continued to be his farmer.

Later, he was promoted to the lowest rank of nobleman, all because of his own good achievements in farming, plus donating food.

It can be said that His Majesty the Emperor has a bunch of relatives by his side, within easy reach, but the part of his heart reserved for his family is completely given to this big brother who lives in seclusion in the southern border of the empire.

Although the eldest brother didn't want special treatment, let alone a group of guards around him, it was naturally impossible for His Majesty the Emperor not to give it at all—Gerard Stefan was actually accompanied by two guards he knew himself.

Of the two guards, one is the official director of the Port Moreby Rescue Center, a level 6 healing mage, and the other is a soldier guarding the director.

However, today, this mage specializing in healing left with his escort warriors and went to a city far away to hold a professional meeting—it was Gerald Stefan who personally persuaded him to leave, and the reason was naturally [You have been with me for so many years and nothing happened, what can I do if I leave for a day to hold an important professional meeting].

When the director leaves, it is naturally impossible that no one knows the true identity of this humble Sir. The acting director knows it, so when he learned that Sir Gerald Stefan was completely cold, he suddenly I was paralyzed with fright.

When word of this matter reached the emperor, the acting director felt that no matter how merciful and merciful their Majesty was to his subjects, both he and the director would suffer bad luck.

"Director, how long will it take for them to come back?" the acting director asked tremblingly.

"They have tried their best to rush towards the nearest strategic teleportation array, but it will take an hour to come back..."

"Another hour, bah, half an hour later it will be too late, isn't there a master who can revive the art closer?!"

"The masters from the nearest southern provinces are almost all at the meeting place..."

Hearing these words, the acting director completely put on the mask of pain. He waved his hand to signal the little mage to go out, then sat there with a blank mind, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes.

"Here, what can I do..."

The acting director of the Port Moreby Treatment Center groaned in pain, unaware that the direction his head was pointing at was a 20mm caliber card on top of a small three-story building across the street from the treatment center. Nestor's sniper rifle was pointed steadily at him.

Nova, the ghost agent, was aiming with a gun. Beside her, Huang Lang, who was also in an invisible state, was holding the perverted multifunctional intelligence telescope in Metal Gear.

The last few words of what the acting director said just now have been captured by the directional microphone installed on the telescope and reached Huang Lang's ears.

Through the abnormal magnification of the telescope, after seeing the man's face clearly in the file on the table, Huang Lang immediately thought of the man with the strange penetrating wound on his neck.

"It seems that this man's identity...huh?!"

The acting director's whisper suddenly came from the directional microphone:

"What should I do about this? If His Majesty finds out, it's all over... No... Or..."

The man didn't see that when he said these words, countless tiny tentacles composed of gray mist stretched out from the back of his head, dancing wildly.

Huang Lang saw this scene.

"Damn!!!" he cursed under his breath.

He couldn't be more clear about the possibility that the gray fog appeared.

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　　Gray fog, representing the black one, ah, you still remember this basic setting, right?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)