At this time, the bus was already in chaos. The volunteers who were originally sitting in the bus and listening to music comfortably with headphones stuffed in it, hugging their heads under the seat, trembling.

Whenever a bullet penetrates the glass and flies into the car with a terrifying sonic boom, it will no exception cause terrifying screams.

call out!

puff!

A bullet penetrated the window glass, flew into the car, and hit the seat next to Shi Rong. The filling in the seat splashed up, immediately causing Shi Rong to scream in tears, "Ah——! Mom!"

"Call it, what's the name?" Yun Bing glared at Shi Rong and said, "Don't say that you call 'mom' now, even if you call 'grandfather', it's useless!"

Shi Rong wiped her tears and said, "What are you doing? You are not allowed to call me?"

"If you can use your 'Lion Roaring skill' to death, you can just call it, and call it whatever you like!" Yun Bing gave Shi Rong a angrily and said.

call out!

As soon as Yun Bing finished speaking, another bullet flew into the carriage. This time the bullet hit the chest of a volunteer next to Yun Bing. The blood splashed fell on Yun Bing's face, which immediately made Yun Bing stunned.

The volunteer who was shot was bleeding from the chest, and soon his clothes were dyed red. Yun Bing pressed his hand on the bullet hole in the volunteer's chest, but Yun Bing's method of stopping hemostatic had no effect at all, and blood continued to flow out from the gaps between her fingers.

Yun Bing shouted anxiously to other volunteers in the carriage: "Come and save him!"

However, there are so many medical volunteers in the carriage, and none of them are willing to come forward to help because they are afraid that they will suffer a disaster.

"Grass!"

Yun Bing couldn't help but swear, cursing: "When taking the oath, they shouted more than anyone else. At this time, they all shrank like turtles and refused to move. What kind of doctor do you think!"

"You get out of here!"

At this time, Shi Rong bent down and climbed to Yun Bing's side and said to her: "You press this way will not have any effect at all, let me do it!"

"Oh, I can't tell that I'm quite brave at this time." Yun Xi said to Shi Rong.

"Although I am a little timid and a little bit of a young lady's temper, I am a doctor. My grandfather is a doctor, my father is a doctor, and my mother is also a doctor. Since I was a child, I have never been criticized by them for the doctor's accusations, just to save lives and heal the wounds. I can't watch others fall in front of me, and I am still indifferent!" Shi Rong tore open the clothes of the volunteer, checked his wounds, and said.

"I was shot in the lung."

At this time, Wu Qingxing also moved to the injured person, checked and said, "And there are symptoms of congestion..."

"We need to release the air pressure in his lungs, otherwise he will be suffocated to death soon!" Shi Rong said: "But our medical devices are all in the bus compartment, and there is no way to perform surgery on him!"

"Pen, who has a pen?" Wu Qingxing asked to the crowd in the car.

"I have it!" Yun Bing pulled open his backpack, took out a pen and handed it to Wu Qingxing, and asked, "Is this OK?"

"Can!"

Wu Qingxing removed the refill core of the water pen and the cover at the end of the pen, and inserted it hard into the gap between the second and third ribs on the right chest of the injured volunteer, and then released the finger pressed at the end of the water pen tube.

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Under the influence of the pressure difference, a blood arrow shot out along the pen tube and sprayed on Wu Qingxing's face.

As the blood arrow ejected, the volunteer's symptoms of difficulty breathing were immediately relieved.

"Has he saved?" Yun Bing asked Wu Qingxing, whose face was covered in blood.

"I can't die for the time being." Shi Rong tied her hair down again and said, "When I arrived at the camp, I need to perform surgery immediately and remove the bullet. Fortunately, it was just a stray bullet that hit him, otherwise this bullet would have killed him."

"sorry!"

Yun Bing stretched out his hand to Shi Rong and said, "I apologize for the words I said to you in front. Although you have a little bit of a young lady's temper, you are at least more like a doctor than others."

Shi Rong shook hands with Yun Bing and said, "I accept your apology."

"You women quarrel and reconcile at the same speed." Wu Qingxing said to Yun Bing with a smile: "I was not afraid when you, a reporter, saw this situation, but it still surprised me."

"I have been to Africa many times and have seen genocides here. The battle between the armed forces and the government forces is much bloodier than this." Yun Bing smiled and said, "Maybe, you will see it soon."

At this moment, a militant rushed to the door of the bus and fired a sieve at the door with an ak-47. The bullet penetrated the glass and knocked the driver into a sieve.

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!

Yang Wei raised the 92 pistol in his hand, fired several shots at the militants outside the bus, and killed the other party.

Yang Wei reached out and touched the driver's neck artery, shook his head at Kong Lingxu, "Die!"

Yun Bing bent over and walked to the dead driver, pressed the door button, opened the bus door, then jumped out of the car, picked up the ak-47 from the dead militant, looked at the two magazines in the magazine slot, which were wrapped together with tape, one on the other, and said, "It's really something with African characteristics."

Yun Bing threw the ak-47 to Yang Wei in the car and asked, "Have you used it?"

"Does the game count?" Yang Wei asked back.

"When I didn't ask!" Yun Bing curled his lips, added ak-47 to a few spare magazines, took the bus, handed the gun to Yang Wei, and said, "Drift the fast and slow machine to the single-shot position, and use the semi-automatic rifle to shoot, don't finish the magazine in one go."

"I can't tell that you can still play with guns?" Yang Wei took the ak-47 handed over by Yun Bing and asked Yun Bing.

"Just kidding, if I were a man, I would have entered the special forces long ago!" Yun Bing stretched out his hand to Yang Wei and said, "Give me your pistol."

Yun Bing took Yang Wei's 92 pistol, pulled out of the magazine and looked at the number of bullets. Then he skillfully loaded the magazine back, holding the gun and staring vigilantly outside the glass bus.

Yang Wei looked at Yun Bing's standard gun-holding posture and asked, "Have you practiced?"

"You may not have as many bullets as me, what do you think?" Yun Bing asked back.

After Yunbing graduated from university, she wanted to be a field photographer, and she always ran to places where wars broke out from time to time. Yunyang was really worried, so he sent Yunbing into the military camp and let the special operations brigade train her for half a year.

Yun Yang doesn't want Yun Bing to really have a special forces combat skills, but she also needs to have the ability to protect herself when she encounters danger.

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