Chapter 1271
Henry hid in the wardrobe as he watched thedy assemble her heavy sniper rifle. Then she put the
gun up and aimed out at the window. She held her breath, and focused her mind. This wasmon
practice of a sniper before they made their shot.
The woman fixed her eyes outside the room, not noticing that there was a man hiding in the closet
behind her.
An elongated version of the Benz S600 appeared in thedy''s sight. Thedy gradually ced her
finger on the trigger. She continued holding her breath. Just as she was about to shoot, a voice
suddenly sounded behind her.
"I suggest you don''t."
"Who''s there!"
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The woman roared, then turned around swiftly. The sniper rifle in her hands also aimed in the
direction of the voice.
Henry pushed open the door of the closet and looked at the sniper rifle in thedy''s hand. He said
to himself, "NTW20, 20mm caliber, antiequipment automatic sniper rifle. It has great power, but the
recoil is equally strong, and the trajectory of its bullet is especially obvious. Are you trying to
announce your location to others? If I''m not mistaken, there should be another wounded man
downstairs?"
"Who are you!" The woman pointed the gun at Henry.
Henry had just noticed thedy''s appearance. In terms of appearance alone, the woman''s
appearance could absolutely be regarded as outstanding, but there was always a hint of anger
between her eyebrows, which gave off an unsettling vibe.
Henry smiled wryly and pointed to the gauze all over his body, then said, "I am just a someone who
wants to live. When you set up that gun, your right shoulder seemed a little stiff, you don''t look like a
novice marksman. The stiffness in your movements show that your right shoulder is injured. If you
do withstand the recoil of the NTW20, I''m afraid your arm would be temporarily disabled, just like
me."
A roar of an engine sounded, the woman looked back subconsciously, only to see that the Benz
S600 had disappeared from her sight.
"D*mn it!" Thedy cursed and pointed at Henry''s head. "Turn around with your back facing me."
Henry turned aroundpliantly and showed that he had no weapons on him.
"Is this house yours?" Henry asked in a rxed tone.
"Shut up. Now get out of the room and make your way downstairs!" Thedy held the gun and
slowly approached Henry from the back. The gun was pointed at the back of Henry''s head. His
head would be blown off the instant thedy''s finger pulled on the trigger.
Henry made his way downstairs slowly. He noticed anotherdy lying on the sofa in the living room
of the first floor with a pained expression over her face. She also had features of a typical Yan Xia
female, a standard oval face, pretty facial features, white skin, and blonde hair. She was very
beautiful. Henry observed thedy''s hands, her fingers were long, tender and well- maintained, they
did not look like the hands of a marksman.
Ayer of gauze was wrapped around the blondehaireddy''s waist. Apparently, the gauze had just
been applied, but was already very quickly dyed red with blood.
Her face was ashen due to the excessive loss of blood.
Henry could feel the muzzle of the gun that was pointed closely on the back of his head slightly
shaking quite obviously, which showed that the person holding the gun was also very nervous.
With his back facing the short- haireddy, he asked tentatively, "A gunshot wound?"
"Yes."
"Based on how badly she is bleeding, it was 7.62 mm bullet by an automatic rifle, but she was
probably just grazed by it instead of getting a direct hit. Otherwise, judging from the angle of this
shot, I''m afraid that the impact from a direct hit would have split her body into two. The bullet is not
lodge in her body. All that needs to be done is stop the bleeding." Henry said as he walked forward.
"Stop right there!" The short-haireddy shouted. "What are you trying to do?"
Henry ignored the short-haired woman''s words. Instead, he walked to the medical kit and
rummaged through it. "I''m searching for something to stop her bleeding from bleeding out, of
course. Otherwise, with just thatyer of gauze on her, she won''t even live to see the moon."
Henry said as he took out a box of antiinmmatory drugs from the medical kit and began crushing
them up.
The short- haireddy looked at Henry''s actions and wanted to stop him. After a moment of thought,
she decided to let him do as pleased, but the gun was still aimed at Henry. If he tried doing anything
out of line, she would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
After crushing up a few pieces of antiinmmatory drugs, Henry went over to the sofa and pulled
out a long strip of gauze. Then he crumbled it into a ball and stuffed it into the mouth of the blonde-
haireddy.
The short-haired woman strode towards him and pressed the muzzle against his head once more.
"What are you doing!"
Henry rolled his eyes at the short-haired woman. "She can''t take anymore of the pain. You don''t
want to see hermit suicide by biting her tongue, do you?"
As Henry spoke, he untied the bloody gauze from the blondedy''s waist. Then he picked up a new
piece of gauze to clean up the blood on the blondedy''s waist. After wiping away the blood, a
ghastly wound appeared before his eyes.
When a person had been hit by a bullet, the first sensation that would hit was usually not the pain of
the wound. The lethality of the bullet was determined by the speed of the bullet''s pration and
stopping force. The earliest sensation one would experience after being hit by a bullet was the
powerful impact of it. Only then would one feel the numbness and heat emanating from the wound
of the bullet, the pain would kick
inst.
If arge caliber sniper rifle hit its target, the impact of it would be great enough to blow up half of
the victim''s body.
Fortunately, the bullet that had hit the blondehaireddy was from a handgun of the smallest caliber,
and it only grazed her, but even so, it still tore off arge piece of flesh from her waist.
Henry poured the crushed anti- inmmatory drugs onto the wound on the blondedy''s waist. The
second the drugs touched her wound, her whole body started convulsing.
"All right, all right. It''s all alright." Henry pressed down onto the blonde-haireddy''s arms and tried
comforting her as much as he could.
Her forehead was drenched with sweat. Such pain was not something that ordinary humans could
endure.
The short-haireddy kept quiet this time. She just watched herpanion with concern.
"Go get me some water, just a little is enough." Henry nced at the short-haireddy and said.
"Oh, okay." The short-haireddy was stunned for a moment and hurried to the toilet to get some
water.
When the short-haireddy returned with a basin of clean water, she saw that Henry had tied the
blonde-haireddy''s limbs to the corners of the sofa, while Henry worked on sewing up her wound
with a needle.
"We are under limited conditions, this is the most I can do for now. I will tend to the wound, and you
help with cleaning away the blood. I can''t see clearly with so much blood around the wound." Henry
said.
"Okay." The short-haired woman nodded and put down the gun in her hands, then came over to
cooperate with Henry.
With Henry''s medical skills, it would usually take him 20 minutes to finish sewing up the wound, but
in their current environment, and adding to the fact that he was still physically recovering, plus how
the violently the blonde-haireddy struggled due to the pain because they did not have any
anaesthetics, the whole processsted for an hour and a half.
When the wound had beenpletely stitched up, Henry, the short-haireddy, and the blonde-
haireddy with her limbs still bound to the sofa, were all dripping in sweat.
However, upon seeing that the blonde-haireddy had stopped bleeding, the short-haireddy let
out a sigh of relief.