"Injured?" Long Xiaoqi asked with a smile, squatting in front of a wounded man: "I was injured by a zombie gun? I was unconscious, I was unstable, and I refused to cooperate. Will I also have aggressive behavior?"

The special forces soldier pretending to be a wounded stared at Long Xiaoqi with disdain.                                                                                                                    

Long Xiaoqi held the wine pot and raised his head and took a sip of the white wine. When his head was lowered, the steel wine pot in his hand smacked the wounded's nose without any warning.

"Bang!"

A wine pot was smashed down, and the special forces soldier was bleeding from his nose. He screamed and his body thrust uncontrollably. But Long Xiaoqi did not stop. He fucked the wine pot and smashed the other party's face frantically, followed one after another, and passed one after another.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!..."

In less than five seconds, the special forces soldier was smashed by Long Xiaoqi, and his face was full of peach blossoms. The bright red blood was dotted with stars. The base of the white steel wine pot was also stained with blood.

"**!**!..." The special forces cursed angrily.

"Bang!"

Another wine pot hit his mouth, almost tearing a crack in the flesh on his lips.

"Are you okay now? Are you awake?" Long Xiaoqi asked loudly.

"I'm going to kill you!"

Hearing this sound, Long Xiaoqi took out a saber and pressed it against the other party's throat, smiling very evilly, quite viciously and cruelly.

"There will always be various casualties in the competition. There are countless rescue failures on the battlefield. Sometimes when we lift our comrades up, our internal organs have been shattered by the shock wave of the shells... I'm talking about the rescue failure on the battlefield. Maybe you are the unlucky guy who was rescued... So now I ask you, are you awake?"

The cold knife tip pressed against his throat, and the special forces soldier with blood on his face closed his mouth. Ba. His eyes were full of anger, but the knife was placed on his throat, making it impossible for him to resist more violently. Rescue failure? There were too many rescue failures on the battlefield. This was normal and in accordance with the rules.

The other party's eyes were bloodthirsty and vicious, like a mad dog. Who knows if this mad dog suddenly pounced on it and bit it, poked his throat with a saber, and suffered a rescue failure in competitive mode?

"Hehehe, man, I'm awake, completely awake. Please move the saber in your hand away? This is just a competition, and you don't need to be so serious, right?" The special forces soldier who was beaten with blood on his face surrendered and took the initiative to say that he had woken up.

"Ok, wake up means that my rescue is effective, right?" Long Xiaoqi licked his lips and smiled: "I can guarantee that there is no such method that can cure the serious consequences of central nervous system disorders caused by zombie guns more effectively than mine, haha..."

Long Xiaoqi turned his head and looked at the referee and said to him: "Hey, I have successfully rescued a wounded person. His eternal mental disorder may be perfectly cured by me for the rest of his life."

The referee felt crazy. This was not the case when a person was hit by a zombie gun. This method was a trick. But the wounded said that he was awake, and even if he took a trick, it meant that the rescue was successful.

"People, don't worry, I will cure you all!" Long Xiaoqi stood up and said to Han Hu and Yang Huo easily: "Beat, fight me... Oh no, this is the most amazing medical skill in our country! When you meet me, you are really lucky. I am an authoritative expert in treating the consequences of zombie guns. Well, fight with poison, yes, fight with poison! Fight with poison all their disordered central nerves. If you are not awake, continue to fight with poison until all the toxins are eliminated!!!"

After the words came to the ground, Han Hu was the first to rush up and kicked a special forces soldier in the stomach. The pain made the other party instantly sucked into shrimps. Yang Huo and his men were already angry and followed him up to beat the special forces soldier.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

"Ba!Ba!"

"boom!"

“…”

With no advantage in the number of people, under the leadership of Long Xiaoqi, a Qihuang expert, he adopted the most intense attack on poison with poison. He beat them hard, and they were all awake.

Han Hu fought four of them alone, and Long Xiaoqi smashed this and that one with a wine pot. Every time he hit him, he was bleeding. His body kept showing a small angle of bowstrings. With the help of a flash, he used the wine pot in his hand as a weapon, which was extremely satisfying to smash.

"Don't beat it anymore, don't beat it anymore, I'm awake, completely awake!"

"Oh...my nose, I'm awake too..."

“…”

Han Hu grabbed a special forces soldier who was one head taller, jumped up and punched the other party in the face, and scolded: "Mom, are you sober? Are you sober? Are you sober?"

The special forces soldier who was caught was strong and strong, but when facing Han Hu's storm-like attack, he had no room to fight back. He was beaten with blood and shocking face. His fighting ability is not weak, but what is Han Hu's origin? He was born in a special A unit and was a bastard who stepped on the heads of countless people in the graduation assessment. The specifications of the two units are too far different, so he can easily fight such a guy.

"Bang!"

The fist hit hard, and with the splash of blood, the special forces' huge body fell backwards. However, Han Hu did not let the other party go at all. He jumped up in the air and turned around, covering the other party's chest with his right foot.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

The special forces soldier hooked his body hard and opened his mouth and spewed out blood.

"Are you sober? Are you okay?" Han Hu asked loudly, pinching the other person's throat.

"So awake... I'm awake!"

Fighting is Han Hu’s favorite and Long Xiaoqi’s favorite. There are only 9 to 15, and even if there are a few more, they will still be extremely sober.

A zombie gun is a fancy?!

In less than five minutes, all the wounded were cured by poison, and they all shouted that they had woken up.

"Stop, stop, you have passed, you have helped the wounded get out of the sequelae of the zombie gun." The referee who saw this scene said anxiously: "Continue to move forward, you have passed this link, you have passed."

The fight was so fierce that blood was everywhere on the ground. This group of Chinese special forces soldiers were simply bastards, and they actually...

"I don't believe it!" Long Xiaoqi pinched the deformed wine pot and whispered to the referee: "I think that judging from years of experience in the art of Qihuang, the sequelae left by the zombie gun is not so easy to remove. I have to apply some strong medicine to ensure that their central nervous system will always be normal for the rest of their lives. Brothers, continue to fight... Use poison to fight poison, and shoot the poison in their bodies out of their farts and eyes... Oh no, discharge it! This is the art of Qihuang that specializes in restraining zombie guns, which works!"

The wailing sounded again. Under the leadership of Long Xiaoqi, Yang Huo and his men began a new round of beatings. It was not until they beat the special forces all lying on the ground and sucked them. All the poisons were discharged, and the consequences caused by the zombie gun were all eliminated. These "injured soldiers" began to cooperate extremely. If they dared not cooperate, they would continue to treat their reactions after being hit by the zombie gun.
Chapter completed!