novelODS Chapter 1217 - 395: Mobilization Begins (3)
Chapter 1217 - 395: Mobilization Begins (3)
Revolver Quack had already pulled out his gun. He hadn’t been in Cuba for long and couldn’t stand this.He looked at the other players in the room, eyes speaking volumes.
Assassin 42 was helpless.
"It’ll get us exposed."
"The new mission is here. Who cares about exposure? Kill them first."
"If we kill these few, what about the rest of the families? Can you save everyone?"
"If we can’t save these few in front of us, what’s the point of talking about others?"
Reckless
Impulsive
Always prioritizing personal feelings
But this is what players are, a headache for Family Joy and anyone who values order.
Seeing everyone reach consensus, Assassin 42 simply said,
"Don’t use guns. It’ll be trouble if people come over."
"There’s someone! More than one!"
Flame Happiness suddenly whispered, pointing to a corner of the wall.
Unexpectedly, two or three agile people climbed over the ruined courtyard wall and ran into the building. Judging by their age, they were probably just seventeen or eighteen.
Bent down and light-footed, they reverse-gripped their knives, sneaking up behind those soldiers.
After getting close enough, like a leopard on its first hunt, they sprang forward with all their might and stabbed a knife into a soldier’s back.
"Ah! Who’s there!"
The blade dug in.
The screams quickly drew the attention of the other soldiers.
They immediately stopped pounding on the door and turned to see these guys sneaking over for an ambush.
"Enemies!"
The drugs hadn’t made them total idiots, but their bullets were already spent in the recent discharge, and after two futile trigger pulls, they resolutely swung their gun stocks at these attackers.
The attackers were clearly a bunch of hot-blooded young men, untrained in killing and unsure how to stab to kill quickly, with few even equipped with exoskeletons.
The first stabbed soldier forcefully broke free, pushing away the attacker, while the others swarmed.
A failed strike led to a head-on confrontation. The attackers panicked immediately, stabbing wildly with their daggers, but they were no match for these exoskeleton-equipped soldiers, getting knocked to the ground after two or three hits.
A soldier reached out and tore the rag covering the attackers’ faces, revealing indeed just a group of teenage boys. They looked at these drug cartel soldiers with rage, cursing,
"You beasts, all you do is kill in the city. I’ll fight you to the death!"
But tough words didn’t change the reality, as one soldier was already reloading his gun.
Even now, no door opened, and no one dared to look out a window.
"Hah!"
Suddenly, a soldier’s eyes widened, his entire body going stiff.
A hand reached into his back, grabbing his spine, while the other covered his mouth, death’s whispering in his ear,
"Stay quiet."
Assassin 42 applied slight pressure, snapping the spine and breaking the neck.
The other soldiers were also swiftly dealt with by the players, without making any unnecessary noise.
"Find a place to dump the bodies."
After speaking to the other players, he bent down, picked up a dagger from the ground, and handed it handle-first to the young man still on the ground.
"For killing, slashing the throat is quickest, but if they’re heavily exoskeleton-enhanced, you’d better run."
The vulnerable points of those with exoskeletons differ from regular humans, a fact well-known to players.
The young man, barely recovered from the fright, climbed to his feet, surprised by the presence of these people.
"Are you..."
Then his eyes lit up,
"I know, you’re Horizon Corporation, the people from the live streams!"
So they’ve been recognized...
"Someone’s hurt."
Revolver Quack squatted down, looking at an attacker clutching his stomach, clothes already stained with blood.
"A penetration wound, liver damage, possible risk of major bleeding."
"What?"
The young man was shocked by Revolver Quack’s words and hurried over to his wounded companion.
"Kasimo, how are you?"
Revolver Quack brushed away his hand.
"Don’t touch recklessly. He’ll die without surgery."
Assassin 42 frowned.
"Can you do it?"
Revolver Quack shook his head, rolling up his sleeves.
"I’m not sufficiently skilled in medicine, though I can do temporary exoskeleton repair. But he’s... a normal human."
"Are you a doctor?"
Hearing his companion was in life-threatening danger, the young man spoke frantically.
"Please, you must save him."
"I need to file a medical request."
Revolver Quack was extremely calm, speaking quickly, as he pressed gauze from his carry-on medical kit onto the wound.
"Don’t worry. I’m part of the Player Medical Association. You apply pressure to stop the bleeding, get him inside fast, and the rest of you move quickly. We need to relocate immediately."
Once inside, looking at the wounded placed on the table, he adjusted his right hand’s exoskeleton, opened the medical system interface, and selected a button.
[Request Flying Knife sync, Liver Penetration + Internal Bleeding]
This system was developed by Gloria to address the shortage of medical personnel, utilizing the Sex Doll chip’s remote connection and control program, allowing doctors at the rear to connect with on-site medics and perform emergency rescues on critical patients who couldn’t be transported in time.
[Resident assigned, connecting...connection successful]
Revolver Quack felt his right hand slip out of his control, moving devoid of self-consciousness.
But he didn’t resist, letting the other party control his right hand to pick up a sterilized scalpel, beginning the surgery, cleaning, disinfecting, and suturing the wound, while his left hand acted as the nurse, holding the wound open, stopping bleeding, and handing tools. The cooperation was exceptionally smooth.
As for the aseptic condition... it was beyond consideration now.
While the rescue was busy inside, outside Fire Joy told Assassin 42,
"They’re potential recruits. I think we could mobilize these locals to gather intelligence and spread word, which would cover a big chunk of our new mission."
nodded.
"Good idea."