Trickster Hunter

Chapter 77 Attack

"Yes, a more famous symbiotic type..."

Song Yarong hadn't finished speaking when Sun Hang suddenly felt a malicious gaze penetrate the shell of the car and fall on himself. At the same time, a not-too-strong sense of crisis surged up.

"Lie down." Sun Hang said, and at the same time, the hyphae spread rapidly, forming a barrier without dead angles in front of him.

"Ah?" Song Yarong was stunned for a moment, and didn't react to what Sun Hang said at all.

At this moment, a light off-road vehicle with a military license plate drove past on the opposite road from one side. At the moment the two vehicles met, the muzzles of two assault rifles suddenly poked out of the windows of the off-road vehicle and fired fiercely at the van that Sun Hang and his companions were riding in!

As an official vehicle used in the city, this van was not equipped with protective steel plates. The bullet instantly penetrated the shell of the car. Song Yarong groaned and fell on the seat immediately.

Her protective suit was half-undressed, with the zipper pulled up to her waist. Her upper body was only covered with close-fitting underwear and a thin T-shirt, which had no protective ability at all.

Blood kept oozing out of her chest, leaving a large patch of crimson blood on her clothes.

Fortunately, the driver in front was not hit in the vitals. The bullet pierced his arm and shoulder. Although the wound was bleeding, he still endured the severe pain and stepped on the brakes. The harsh noise of the tires rubbing against the road resounded throughout the entire block.

As soon as he was attacked, Ye Jiu had smashed the roof of the car, jumped directly onto the road, and ran after the SUV.

Sun Hang used mycelium to block the wound on Song Yarong's body and helped her stop the bleeding as much as possible.

"Are the people attacking us human?" Sun Hang asked in the communication channel.

"Well... if I'm not mistaken, this is a group of crazy people who worship strange things. I just don't know where they stole military vehicles and guns and ammunition from!" Ye Jiu chased and answered, "Is the researcher still alive?"

"She's alive for now. I've helped her stop bleeding." Sun Hang said, "But her lungs were punctured. If she's not sent to the hospital in time, she'll still die."

"The rescue team has set off. Let her hold on a little longer!"

The tires and axles of the van had been blown up. The driver's superb skills and their luck were great that the whole car didn't roll over. The car couldn't be driven anymore - and the nearest hospital was still 12 kilometers away.

There is a community hospital in the nearby neighborhood, but the community hospital can't meet the necessary conditions for rescue surgery, whether it's medical staff or medical equipment.

Song Yarong's actual situation is worse than what Sun Hang said in the communication.

The bullet did not simply penetrate her lung, but rolled when it entered her body, smashing most of her lung lobe and tearing several important blood vessels.

Although the hyphae that penetrated into Song Yarong's body temporarily controlled the internal bleeding, blood foam mixed with lung fragments continued to pour out of Song Yarong's mouth and nasal cavity - she did not die on the spot when she was shot, which can be regarded as a miracle of life.

Let alone the rescue team, even if Song Yarong was teleported to the operating table immediately, she might not be able to be saved.

She can only survive if she is replaced with a new lung lobe immediately... Sun Hang thought about it and focused his thoughts on the hyphae left in Song Yarong's body.

These hyphae gradually began to change. They pulled and adhered the broken lung lobes and blood vessels together, filled the missing parts, and then differentiated into different tissue cells... Finally, they cleared the "waste residue" and blood stasis that blocked the trachea and blood vessels.

Song Yarong's face was still very pale, but at least she could breathe freely like a normal person.

"Is Researcher Song okay?" The driver pressed his wound with gauze and asked with some difficulty.

From the perspective of others, Song Yarong was fatally injured. Whether it was the location of the bullet or the horrible amount of bleeding, it seemed to announce the arrival of death.

"She is not dead, but she lost a lot of blood." Sun Hang said, "When the rescue team arrives, we have to give her a blood transfusion in time."

"This car was originally converted from an ambulance. There are first aid kits and freezers under the seats." The driver said, "There are syringes in the first aid kit and emergency plasma in the freezer. See if you can use it."

"Oh?"

Sun Hang looked down and saw a freezer with a password lock fixed just below his butt.

"What is the password?" Sun Hang asked.

"I may have to look through the memo... My phone is in my trouser pocket, but it's a bit inconvenient now..." said the driver.

"Forget it, there's no need to go through so much trouble." Two myceliums drilled directly into the gap of the combination lock. With a slight twist, the metal lock tongue broke into two pieces. Sun Hang opened the box and took out several bags of plasma wrapped in aluminum foil.

In the hospital, in order to reduce the rejection reaction as much as possible, before transfusion, not only must the blood type be consistent, but a cross-matching test must also be performed - but in an emergency, O-type blood can be transfused to the injured as universal blood.

Sun Hang did not take the syringe from another first aid kit, but directly pierced the blood bag with a hollow hyphae, and the other end pierced Song Yarong's blood vessels - with the rhythmic peristalsis of the hyphae, the plasma in the blood bag was directly pumped into Song Yarong's body.

"This ability is really useful." The driver sighed in a low voice, "This is the first time I have seen a hunter who can use his special ability to save the dying and the wounded..."

"Have you seen many hunters? What are their abilities?" Sun Hang raised his head and glanced at the driver, and asked.

"There are at least thirty or forty of them," the driver said. "But to be honest... most hunters don't really like to deal with people, and there are rules in the institute, so I don't know what abilities they have."

"In fact, I've always been curious about what kind of existence hunters are in the eyes of ordinary people like you?" Sun Hang asked, "Are they humans with special abilities, or monsters that look like humans? Or something else?"

"In my opinion, you hunters must be the same kind! After all, when strange things invade, it's the hunters who are at the forefront." The driver said, "As for ordinary people, it's hard to say... After all, they know less about strange things and hunters, and it's normal to have emotions like fear and hatred. But as far as I know, it seems that many young people nowadays admire hunters and even hope to become a hunter themselves."

When the driver said this, for some reason, the face of 0401 automatically popped up in Sun Hang's head.

That guy seemed to yearn to be a hunter.

But between his ideal and his life, he rationally chose the latter.

"As for the beasts that just attacked us, I can roughly guess their identities." The driver suddenly cursed, "This group of people is divided into moderates and radicals. The moderates advocate the coexistence of humans and monsters. They believe that monsters infecting humans is helping humans evolve, and it is natural that those who cannot successfully evolve will be eliminated by nature. This group of idiots often ask the Federation to lift the blockades in various border areas and disband the hunter organization on the Internet... As for the radicals, they will only indiscriminately attack investigation bureaus and monster research institutes everywhere - in my opinion, these people are more hateful than monsters!"