Cyberpunk underfire phobia sufferers

"Damn...it hurts so bad." Old Feng said with difficulty while taking in the cold air.

Old Feng and Uncle Zhang supported each other and entered a small alley.

After the two entered the alley and walked forward for about fifty meters, they breathed a sigh of relief when they found a relatively safe place.

Uncle Zhang and Lao Feng leaned against the wall, and then Uncle Zhang slowly slid to the ground, gasping in pain.

Uncle Zhang bumped Old Feng's leg with his elbow and asked, "Old Feng, what do you want to do most when you go back?"

"Cough cough cough." Old Feng was leaning against the wall and obviously wanted to say something, but the sudden surge of blood in his chest choked him, causing Old Feng to cough continuously and unable to stop at all.

Uncle Zhang didn't feel anything at first, but Lao Feng coughed for a long time and didn't stop. The frequency of coughing was getting lower and lower, and there was an unexplained sound in his throat. Uncle Zhang immediately felt that something was wrong.

"Old Feng, are you okay?" Uncle Zhang endured the pain and stood up from the ground, trying to pat Old Feng's back to help him calm down, but Old Feng was wearing external armor and he couldn't pat him at all. 's back.

Uncle Zhang got a little anxious, grabbed a buckle on Old Feng's helmet, and opened Old Feng's helmet.

Uncle Zhang panicked a little when he saw Old Feng's current state.

Old Feng's mouth was constantly spitting blood, and fragments of internal organs were still left behind. Old Feng's entire face turned the color of pig liver, and the veins on his neck were bulging. It was obviously caused by coughing. I couldn't breathe anymore.

Uncle Zhang quickly turned Old Feng's body and punched Old Feng hard in the back.

"puff!"

Old Feng was already injured, but Uncle Zhang was so anxious that he punched him without paying attention to the strength, causing a mouthful of blood to spurt out.

Although he was embarrassed, at least the thing blocking his throat was spit out by Uncle Zhang.

After being hit, Old Feng did not fall down immediately, but was supported by Uncle Zhang. Old Feng was greedily breathing the fresh air, and his face gradually returned to normal.

"Fuck you, Zhang Tianlong, do you want to kill me so that you can inherit my 20-30 year old Erguotou?" After Lao Feng's breathing became a little normal, he cursed at Zhang Tianlong in a dry voice.

Zhang Tianlong turned a deaf ear to Lao Feng's scolding. Everyone has their own way of decompressing when they are stressed, and Lao Feng's method of decompressing is to curse. After so many years, Zhang Tianlong has long been accustomed to Lao Feng's habits.

Zhang Tianlong casually wiped the blood on Old Feng's mask with his hands, and then put the mask back on Old Feng's face.

Lao Feng looked at the few bloody marks on his visor that blocked his vision and said dissatisfiedly, "You...you might as well not wipe it off."

Zhang Tianlong didn't say anything more. He supported Lao Feng's body and headed towards the place where gunshots were still ringing out in the distance. Where was the hope for the two of them to survive.

…

"Captain! Why are they not moving?" A soldier hid behind a bunker and shot down a mercenary who had just appeared. He looked at the two green dots hiding in an alley on the map and asked anxiously. Zhong Nan asked.

Zhong Nan was lying on the top of a billboard hanging on the street. His powerful computing power allowed Zhong Nan's hit rate to reach a terrifying 90%. He could almost kill an enemy with one shot, blocking a street by himself.

"injured."

Zhong Nan looked a little unhappy, but all the soldiers were scattered in different places and no one noticed.

Not long after, the two figures began to move again, and the soldier felt a little relieved.

But suddenly, a figure that no one expected ran out.

"San'er! Come back!" A soldier shouted anxiously, but San'er's speed was too fast, and no one except Zhong Nan could react.

Zhong Nan wanted to stop San'er from rushing out, but if San'er turned around and came back, he would stop there for a while. Zhong Nan believed that in just a few seconds, the group of mercenaries on the opposite side would be able to stop him. I beat Saner to death eight times.

So everyone was helpless and could only try their best to cover San'er and rush towards Lao Feng and Zhang Tianlong.

At this time, San'er was clenching his teeth tightly, wishing to bite his own teeth into pieces. He completely ignored the many mercenaries who fired at him and just rushed inside.

Thinking of what Zhong Nan said about Uncle Zhang and Lao Feng being injured, San'er felt very guilty and angry at himself for being weak.

If it weren't for their own weakness, Uncle Zhang and Lao Feng would not have encountered these dangers. It was all because of themselves.

I will definitely, definitely bring you out.

The leg armor of the externally attached armor stepped hard on the concrete floor, directly causing fine cracks on the ground. When the power of the externally attached armor was fully activated, the speed reached almost seventy kilometers per hour. In two seconds, he rushed into the villas on the opposite side.

After entering the villa group, San'er's speed slowed down obviously. He was trying hard to distinguish the road, and his speed must not be too fast.

At this moment, a road made of green arrows appeared on San'er's visor. San'er was stunned for a moment, then whispered thank you and accelerated his speed according to the guidance of the arrow.

Zhong Nan looked thoughtfully at the intersection where San'er disappeared.

"Captain, what should we do now?"

"Wait, I said I would take them back alive."

…

Lao Feng and Zhang Tianlong were moving slower and slower. Lao Feng's strength was disappearing little by little, and he would vomit a mouthful of blood from time to time.

Zhang Tianlong's condition is slightly better than that of Lao Feng, but Zhang Tianlong's injuries are not light. At this time, he not only has to support Lao Feng with all his strength, but also always pay attention to avoid nearby enemies. Unlucky, he had been discovered by several patrol teams, and his injuries had worsened to varying degrees after the battle.

"Old Feng, are you okay?" Zhang Tianlong held a pistol in one hand and put his other hand under Old Feng's armpit, dragging Old Feng's body and walking forward with heavy steps.

Old Feng drooped his head feebly. With the mask on, Zhang Tianlong couldn't see Old Feng's expression clearly.

"Death...can't die...what the hell...can you? No...just put me down...I'll back you up." Old Feng's voice was very weak, if it weren't for the communication in the external armor System, Zhang Tianlong couldn't even hear what Lao Feng was saying.

"You are thinking about eating peaches." Zhang Tianlong said this and then tightened his grip on Lao Feng's armpit and moved forward.

Zhang Tianlong walked forward for about fifty meters, and a mercenary patrol appeared in front of him.

The opponent's equipment was very well-equipped, with a uniform tactical mask on his face, and four eyes-like cameras flashing orange light.

Zhang Tianlong is too tired. His whole mind is now a little groggy. Because of his groggy head, Zhang Tianlong did not notice the pair of patrols on the map, but from his eyes he saw this patrol It took a second before my brain reacted.

But just this second later, the opponent had already raised his weapon, and by the time the opponent raised his weapon, it was already too late for Zhang Tianlong to raise his pistol. A bitter smile leaked from the corner of Zhang Tianlong's mouth, waiting. The coming of death.

In the current state of the two of them, they may not be able to escape this time.

Lao Feng, you are a bastard. Without you, I would have run away long ago. Sigh...but it's a blessing for you, the cheater, to have me accompanying you on the road.

Thanks to Ujia, Jiujiang, Sheqiu, Zhuge Tuan, and Cheche for recommending tickets