Game of Destiny: This player is different

Bang——

Qin Nuo landed on the top of the armored vehicle domineeringly,

reached out and took out the raccoon who was dressed in a different way:

"You are so bold, you dare to covet my goods.

Do you know that if you offend my brother Xie, you will suffer?"

Without giving him any chance to defend himself,

he pinched his neck, and his five fingers were like hydraulic pliers constantly exerting force.

The raccoon's face turned red, and he suffocated instantly.

The blood vessels on his forehead were as thick as hand-rolled noodles.

His fingers clasped Qin Nuo's palm weakly, and a difficult "hissing" sound came out of his throat.

However, this kind of begging for mercy was ultimately useless.

Qin Nuo had completely looted the old site of Bayerhaize, and the armed thugs were of no use to him.

As for throwing him into the world of painting as Sura?

Come on, how can humans be as useful as zombies and robots?

Eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, birth, aging, illness and death, the labor competition is simply incomparable.

Moreover...

Armed thugs are a disaster to a region, and they would end up eating peanuts even in the real world.

What's the point of keeping them.

Qin Nuo tilted his head and twisted his hand,

Accompanied by the sound of "crackling",

The last thug leader's eyes rolled up, his hands drooped, and he was completely dead.

Throwing away the body casually,

Qin Nuo pointed his spear at the thugs hiding in the tank.

The iron lump did not provide any protection, but instead made them trapped.

He violently opened the hood and fired at the inside,

Thirty thugs died.

Hearing the cessation of the exchange of fire,

The new players who were hiding in the pit finally stretched their heads and looked around.

When they saw Qin Nuo standing on the tank, they all showed joy.

They hurried over and flattered him one after another.

Although the wording was not proficient enough, who doesn't like to hear flattery?

Qin Nuo waved his hand modestly,

indicating that everyone should not gather together, as it would have a bad influence.

Then he jumped off the tank and directed the newcomers to clean up the battlefield.

Gun, ammunition, bulletproof vests, etc. were not spared,

Qin Nuo did not fight with them,

Anyway, the supplies looted from the thugs' strongholds were enough to arm the entire full-strength battalion.

"By the way, where is Chris?" He glanced around and asked suspiciously.

Yan Shuihan slapped his head and exclaimed that he had forgotten about that guy.

Everyone hurried to the muscle car that was blown into scrap,

opened the car door, and found that Chris was still alive?

Although he was not dead, his injuries were quite serious.

There were a lot of shrapnel residues on his arms, chest, and abdomen.

If it weren't for his good physiological function,

and if he hadn't covered his head with two bulletproof vests in time, he would have died long ago.

"Chris is worthy of being called this. He didn't die even in this situation.

But he must have surgery to remove the shrapnel immediately, otherwise he will get tetanus."

Qin Nuo rubbed his mask chin,

and asked Lu Renjia and Xiao Bingyi to carry him out of the car and lay him flat on the ground.

Then he used the medical supplies in his bag to perform an open-air surgery on him.

"You... know medical skills?" Yan Shuihan raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously.

"Just pinch it. I learned it from watching TV dramas before."

Qin Nuo skillfully held tweezers, alcohol, scalpel, and gauze,

while performing the operation, he answered casually:

"To put it bluntly, surgeons do the work of tailors and carpenters.

Amputation is equivalent to sawing wood,

Pin the blood vessels,

If you have a lot of strength and a good saw, remember to disinfect after the operation, and there will be no problem.

Surgery is nothing more than cutting,

After cutting, carefully sew it back layer by layer, which is no different from sewing clothes.

As long as you are brave and careful, you can do it."

As he said, he called Lu Renjia and others to come and help, not just watch.

Yan Shuihan: "..."

With the help of the new players, a rather bloody surgical operation was cruelly carried out.

Because there was no anesthetic, Chris woke up from a coma.

When he saw Qin Nuo holding tweezers and scalpels on his body with blood dripping,

there were a few curious babies watching with wide eyes,

he immediately struggled to escape.

However, he had lost too much blood and was too weak to move.

He could only be held down by force and allowed to be bullied and played with.

Not only were all his clothes taken off, but even his bitter tea seeds were taken off.

Chris was lying naked on the ground,

his hands and feet were held by Lu Renjia, Xiao Bingyi, and Qu Zhongding respectively.

He looked like a pig waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

The cold blade slashed from his chest to his legs, and it almost cut into important parts several times.

Damn it,

Chris is such a good man, but he was treated like this!

He had a bitter look on his face, and his facial features were twisted together.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and he was so sad that he could hardly breathe.

Fortunately, Qin Nuo had superb skills and removed the shrapnel in a short time.

He sutured the wound with a knife and smeared some disinfectant alcohol like pesticide,

which was considered to be a pause for this open-air surgery..

"As expected of Chris, he is in good shape."

Qin Nuo clapped his hands, packed up the used equipment and threw it away, and reminded:

"Remember to stay in bed for two days,

and smoke, drink and stay up late during this period, which will help with the recovery after surgery."

Ignoring the almost numb look of the other party,

he signaled Lu Renjia and Xiao Bingyi to carry him back to the survivors' camp.

After sending everyone away,

Qin Nuo took the trouble to come to the armored vehicle,

spit, bent down and stuffed the tank weighing dozens of tons into the world in the painting.

At this point, the attack and defense of the camp was a perfect ending.

According to previous speculation,

if the side quest was not triggered, the players basically fought zombies,

and then fought against the mob team for food with the natives.

From the perspective of difficulty, it was also worthy of the task reward.

In the next two days, the players did not go far.

Gao Wenwen took the time to familiarize herself with gun shooting,

and actively asked Qin Nuo for various experiences.

Lu Renjia, Xiao Bingyi, and Qu Zhongding used their respective strengths to help the natives rebuild their homes.

Among the three rescued women,

the youngest one seemed to have a spark with Han Meimei.

It is not known whether the former wanted to borrow seeds,

or the latter could not stand the loneliness of her second brother.

In short, they had slept in a tent on the sixth night.

Yan Shuihan became a philanthropist,

donating all the unused supplies in his backpack to the natives free of charge.

Seeing this, Qin Nuo beat his chest and stamped his feet, shouting that he was a spendthrift.

In a blink of an eye,

time came to the last day.

"Chris, there are no thugs at the Bayerhaize site, and the mother nest has been cleared.

If you want, you can set up camp there."

Outside the camp gate,

Qin Nuo and Chris on the stretcher looked at each other and said their last goodbyes.

"If someone else said this, I would think they were joking.

But when I heard it from you, I think it was the truth."

Chris grinned and laughed dryly: "But we have to move to another place.

I heard that there is a mutual aid association 50 kilometers away that can provide cheaper extracts.

You know, we have to rely on that stuff to survive."

Qin Nuo opened his mouth and hesitated to say something, and said nothing more.

After two days of communication,

he learned that 80% of the world had been infected by spore fungi.

Eliminate one mother nest, and there are still thousands of mother nests.

Unless you leave completely, you will never get rid of the risk of infection.

Maybe one day,

the survivors who are struggling to survive will completely die out,

and spore fungi will replace them as the overlord of the new world.

As the saying goes, everything is reincarnated, and life never stops.

Old species decline, new species rise,

nothing is eternal.

It's just that in this world,

humans have really failed miserably in the face of spore fungi and lost all their capital.

Waving goodbye,

Qin Nuo straddled the Dodge Tomahawk and drove away with the newcomers.

Looking at the back figure that gradually became a dot,

Chris suddenly remembered something,

regardless of his injuries, he sat up in shock in his dying illness and shouted:

"Did that guy take our 50 bottles of extract and didn't return them?"

But in the next second, he found a small backpack hanging under the stretcher.

Unzipped it,

found that there were 50 bottles of twil-light extract quietly placed inside.

——————

The setting sun was slanting down, and the bright moon was in the sky.

The blue pickup truck speeding across the desert braked suddenly and stalled,

The newcomers walked out of the car,

returned the explosive spear in the bag to Qin Nuo, and then teleported away one after another.

"Boss, will we meet again?" Gao Wenwen said before leaving.

"Shop 2234, Sanhuan, Game Plaza. Unless I die, I will always be there."

"Okay, I will go."

The conversation ended.

When the figures disappeared one after another, until Qin Nuo was left alone.

He took out the five-inch oil painting and inserted the blue pickup truck into the world in the painting at the right time.

No time was wasted.