115: Resuscitation ventilator replaced with a shotgun

Third District — In front of the Bakshi Entrance.

Due to the increased number of people after the merger, the number of injured in the open space also increased dramatically.

The Authorities of various countries were rescuing their own operatives.

Most of the Foreigners just killed by Liu Yan and his group, except for John, had not been hit in the spine.

Under those conditions, it would not have been difficult for Liu Yan to hit the spine, but the risk would have increased accordingly.

After being rescued from a near-death state, the dozen or so Foreigners each had different after-effects.

“The streets at peak hour are packed with cars, a long queue blocking MAX…”

“Oh shit, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Does that even need thinking about? He must have become demented.”

Several people looked at the Foreigner who was babbling incoherently at the moment.

It was the person whose head had been smashed by Zhao Chuang’s punch.

“I also got shot in the head, but I seem to be fine; I just forgot some things from my childhood.”

“I can’t feel my left leg anymore.”

“Damn it, what was the background of those two people just now?”

“It seems we’ve bitten off more than we can chew this time.”

“I told you we should be cautious and not careless!”

John’s voice reached everyone’s ears.

Because his spine had been broken by Zhao Chuang, John, who had been rescued, was now lying on the ground, completely unable to move.

Everyone looked at John lying on the ground, with disdainful expressions.

“Hmph, cautious? Careless? If it weren’t for the problem with the tactics you devised, would we be like this?”

“With so many of us, as long as we concentrate our positions and focus all our firepower on the same spot, those two people couldn’t possibly survive!”

“You’re a cripple now, so don’t even think about ordering us around anymore.”

“Every time we succeed, it’s because your tactics worked; every time we fail, it’s because we didn’t listen to orders. I’ve been annoyed with you for a long time!”

“Damn it, dead Cabinet!”

After speaking, everyone even spat at John several times before turning and leaving together.

Among this group, besides the one who was already babbling incoherently, only John’s after-effects were the most severe.

For them, this was a blessing in disguise.

John lay supine on the cold ground, his face devoid of any expression.

The shouts of the various national rescue teams rose and fell, and the operatives discussed their after-effects in low voices.

“A bunch of idiots…”

John sighed helplessly. When they first merged, he realized that perhaps this was a signal.

Perhaps in the future, this place would expand, and it was even possible that the operational areas would be completely open.

And this time was the best opportunity to invite heroes from all over the world.

Building a team that he could command at will would give him absolute say.

By then, all the resources within the operational area would be under his control.

At that time, those who hadn’t joined initially, under this snowballing model, would either be forced to join or die.

But after all this hard work, only one person truly understood and trusted him.

“Why am I a black man?”

John couldn't understand why, after putting so much effort and trouble into forming a team,

in the end, just because he was black, he gradually started to be ostracized.

Suddenly, John caught a glimpse of a familiar pair of brown cowboy boots out of the corner of his eye.

The person spoke with a playful tone:

“I hadn’t heard from you for so long, so I guessed something must have happened to you.”

“From the looks of it, someone broke your spine?”

John replied irritably:

“Stop mocking me, Triss, just carry me back first.”

Triss was unmoved and sat down beside John.

“I told you a long time ago that your idea would be difficult to realize, and you’ve seen it yourself these past few days.”

“Those perverts won’t honestly listen to your commands; they only care about those base pleasures.”

John blinked and spoke softly:

“I’ve said many times that everyone has their own use.”

“There are no true wastes; it’s all about how to utilize them.”

“Even these perverts have brought me considerable gains.”

“I’ve killed many people these past few days, and they have a habit of pulling down other people’s pants.”

Hearing this, Triss snorted disdainfully.

“So what? How can that be utilized?”

“Listen to me first. The day before yesterday, after they pulled down someone’s pants, I saw a Hormel terracotta figurine in that person’s underwear.”

Triss was very confused and speechless, but still motioned for John to continue.

“I wondered at the time why it would be placed there. Wouldn’t it be very uncomfortable? And it would also affect movement.”

“But every action must have its reason.”

“With that thought, I tried it, and guess what I discovered?”

Triss said with a laugh:

“And then you found out it would be very uncomfortable for your balls, right?”

John lowered his voice and spoke in a deep tone:

“Now, my quantum storage is in my crotch. If you don’t believe me, you can check it when we get back.”

Triss was about to retort, but the words suddenly caught in his throat, and he looked at John with a shocked expression.

“Are you sure?”

John had just died and respawned, and it was common knowledge that all carried items would drop upon death.

Now he said his quantum storage was in his crotch. What did that mean?

“That’s right, no matter what item it is, as long as it’s placed in the crotch, it can be brought out even after death.”

“This is what I’ve gained these past few days.”

“Take me back. The ECMO is in my quantum storage. This feeling of being unable to move is too unbearable.”

Hearing John speak, Triss recovered from his shock.

After laboriously hoisting John onto his shoulders, Triss walked away from the Bakshi Entrance.

“So what are you going to do now? Are you still going to use those people?”

On the way, Triss asked.

“Yes, why not? Everyone has their merits.”

“However, I still want to recruit some people from Xia Country.”

“Most of them are much stronger than people from our country in terms of teamwork.”

“And do you know what I admire most about them?”

Triss shook his head, and John continued:

“Unyielding even unto death.”

“These past few days, no matter how I threatened them, they just wouldn’t join.”

“Even if their entire team had their spines shattered, they just stared at me intently.”

“To be honest, that kind of gaze really fascinates me.”

“The unfortunate thing is that such people cannot be used and will definitely be a great threat in the future.”

“So, they can only be eliminated little by little, and for that, we’ll need to use those perverts.”

“Also, recently, help me ask if anyone has a smoothbore gun. I can trade a resuscitation ventilator for it.”

Hearing this, Triss stopped and frowned, saying:

“Are you crazy? You just got that resuscitation ventilator yesterday! That’s equivalent to a life! You’re trading it for a smoothbore gun?”

John was carried on Triss’s shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he looked at the ground.

“A resuscitation ventilator saves your own life; a smoothbore gun takes someone else’s life.”

“Although this deal seems very disadvantageous, there’s one person I’m very concerned about and have to kill.”

“Someone who makes you willing to waste a resurrection opportunity just to kill him? Who is that person?”

“An operative from Xia Country.”

“Chen Yu, nicknamed the Warden.”