How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

The second floor of the building.

Huang Feifeng was squinting his eyes and walking on the ground covered with yellow sand.

Although the windows here are not broken, a thick layer of sand and dust has accumulated in the house over the years.

Several broken beds without mattresses were placed messily all over the second floor.

It's an abandoned rescue station, so everything is understandable.

only……

Huang Feifeng looked at a pile of headlamps and several large bundles of hemp ropes not far from his feet and fell into deep thought.

Why are there things like headlamps and ropes here?

And looking at the traces around it, it should have been placed here not long ago.

After thinking for a moment, he carefully took out a dagger from his waist.

Yes, Huang Feifeng’s personal item in this challenge was a knife.

He held the knife in his backhand, became more alert, and looked around.

Because there is no kerosene lamp upstairs, it is very dark here and is illuminated by the residual light from downstairs.

In order to see more clearly, Huang Feifeng picked up a headlamp with a red strap on the ground, put it on his head and turned it on.

The lithium battery in the headlamp is charged, and there is still a lot of power.

Snapped!

When the switch was pressed, a strong light illuminated the entire second floor.

He slowly stood up, and after shaking his head to make sure there was no one else upstairs, he walked around the place, but the more he walked, the more confused he became.

Traps, cages, axes, hacksaws?

In addition, the fur of some unknown animal was piled up on the ground, emitting a fishy smell.

There is a pole hanging on the wall at the end...

Shotgun?

Huang Feifeng took down the hunting rifle from the wall, hung it back after checking it, then picked up a box of deer bullets on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Is this really an abandoned rescue station?

Why does it give me the feeling of being so much like a...

"what!"

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the kitchen downstairs.

Huang Feifeng turned around suddenly, and the light above his head shone over as he turned his head.

Soon after, hurried footsteps were heard downstairs, accompanied by other people's shouting.

After frowning and thinking for a moment, he quickly walked downstairs.

What happened?

……

Lobby.

As soon as Wang Luxiang and four other boys walked out of the bathroom, they heard screams coming from the kitchen.

"It's Xiaoxuan's voice!"

He and Song Xiaocheng exclaimed at the same time and hurried to the kitchen.

Zhang Lianhai and Su Ming, who were following behind, also became worried. Seeing that Cheng Ge and Hu Hai were still indifferent, they sighed and followed.

What happened to Xiaoxuan?

The four ran into the kitchen and saw Song Xiaoxuan squatting on the ground with a sharp, bloody kitchen knife thrown beside her!

Is there blood on the kitchen knife?

The four people's hearts skipped a beat and they turned to look again, only to see Chen Ziqi lying there with his eyes closed, as if he was unconscious.

Her thigh seemed to have been cut by a kitchen knife and blood was oozing out.

"Girl, this is..."

Seeing that his sister was fine, Song Xiaocheng breathed a sigh of relief and asked quickly.

Song Xiaoxuan looked up and saw her brother and others arriving, and spoke anxiously.

"Ziqi suddenly fainted!"

"Just now when we were cooking, she was talking to me and suddenly her face turned pale, her breathing became rapid and she passed out."

"When I fell, the knife in my hand hit my thigh. Come and have a look... What should I do?"

How to do?

The four of them were shocked.

Chen Ziqi suddenly fainted, and when he fell, he stabbed himself?

This sounds a bit ridiculous.

It wasn't you, Xiaoxuan, who suddenly took action?

But if he attacked suddenly, it would be impossible to cut Chen Ziqi's thigh.

The few of them had no choice but to believe Xiaoxuan's statement and walked over and squatted down to check.

Su Ming shook Chen Ziqi's body: "Ziqi, Ziqi?"

When the girl showed no reaction, he placed his hand on her forehead again and hissed.

hot!

It's very hot.

Why did this girl suddenly have a high fever?

Could this be the reason why she fainted?

"What should we do? Ziqi's leg is still bleeding... Think of a solution quickly!"

Song Xiaoxuan, who was standing by, was so anxious that she was about to cry.

She was talking to Chen Ziqi when suddenly the other person fainted.

It would have been fine if he had fainted, but the sharp kitchen knife still cut his leg.

Even in his hiking fatigues, the kitchen knife cut deep into the flesh of his thigh.

The camouflage uniform was quickly soaked with blood, which slowly spread on the ground.

"Carry it out first! Carry it out first!"

Seeing this scene, the four of them were a little panicked.

After all, I'm not afraid of fainting, but I'm afraid of the wound on my leg.

For some unknown reason, Chen Ziqi's left thigh felt as if a faucet had been turned on, and the blood was flowing at an alarming rate.

It's just a cut, it shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?

The four of them did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly carried Chen Ziqi out.

The noise in the kitchen naturally attracted Hu Hai's attention.

Hu Hai turned around and looked at him with a frown, his expression a little strange.

As for Ye Cheng, he was still like an old monk in meditation, as if whatever happened had nothing to do with him.

"Get up! This guy has cut the femoral artery! Stop the bleeding quickly!!!"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Huang Feifeng ran down from upstairs.

He took a quick glance and his heart skipped a beat.

To put it bluntly, an excellent national security team member is an agent trained by the Dragon Country at a high cost.

Not only does one need to have top-notch psychological qualities and killing skills, but one must also have certain medical rescue methods.

Otherwise, if you are carrying out a mission alone in a foreign country and get injured, you can only wait to die?

Just by looking at the speed at which Chen Ziqi's thigh was bleeding, he knew that the other party had cut his femoral artery.

The so-called femoral arteries are two thick blood vessels on the inner side of the legs, close to the base of the legs.

It is connected to the carotid artery and other arteries. Once it is damaged, a large amount of blood will spurt out in just a few seconds.

This is not a joke.

There was a piece of news on the Internet.

The two sides had an argument on the street, and a young man stabbed the other party in the thigh with a fruit knife.

I wanted to scare the other person, but who knew that I would puncture the femoral artery in my thigh.

The blood gushed out like a prop in a movie scene.

Seeing this, several people were so scared that they quickly fled. The person who was stabbed lost all the blood in his body within a minute and stopped breathing.

There is no hope!

to be honest.

The consequences of cutting the femoral artery are exactly the same as cutting the carotid artery.

In fact, the bleeding rate of the femoral artery is even more exaggerated than that of the carotid artery.

Huang Feifeng didn't expect such a thing to happen just after going upstairs. He shouted in panic and pushed several people away.

Coincidentally, he pushed away Song Xiaocheng who was squatting on the ground to check.

Song Xiaocheng was pushed and fell to the ground, covered in dirt.

"Hey... you fucking..."

He was about to turn hostile on the spot.

Huang Feifeng had already knelt on one knee at Chen Ziqi's thigh, using his knee to press against the other's thigh to slow down the bleeding.

"Stop talking bullshit! Quick, use a knife to cut a strip of cloth from the clothes, quick!"

If femoral artery bleeding is not treated in time, the person may die within a minute.

As Huang Feifeng shouted angrily, Song Xiaocheng also knew that the situation was urgent and silently shut up.

Zhang Lianhai, who was standing by, took the dagger from Huang Feifeng's hand according to his instructions, and cut open the sleeve of Huang Feifeng's right hand.

Stab it!

He cut off a strip of cloth more than half a meter long.

"Fei Feng, is that enough... not enough?"

Huang Feifeng took a glance and looked at his exposed arms, cursing in his heart why didn't you cut your clothes, and said helplessly.

"That's enough! I'll press on the bleeding spot. Lian Haier, quickly tie up her thighs. The tighter the better..."

Tell the truth.

Zhang Lianhai didn't think too much about it, and he was in a hurry to cut open Huang Feifeng's sleeve.

Besides, it is really tiring to cut your own clothes.

After hearing the other party's instructions, he hurried forward.

After a while of struggling, when the cloth strips were tightly tied around Chen Ziqi's thighs, Huang Feifeng tentatively loosened his knees and slowly stood up.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the bleeding from the femoral artery had stopped.

"what happened?"