With the cooperation of several of them, they were finally wiped out.
And rushed out of the railing.
After rushing out, the two bombs that the little boy still emitted exploded on both sides.
The fire is in a blazing position.
"They want to kill us, but they are not government forces at all." Crawford said to them.
"I'll just say that Matak wants to chase us." Ston Butch replied to Crawford.
"Nakin, it's great, it's really good to throw it away." Ston Butch praised the little boy.
"Murder is worth celebrating, right?" Just as they were immersed in this short joy, Claire actually showed her damn kindness again.
Roaring at Ston Butch.
But she immediately asked Crawford, Nakin: "Are you all okay, dad, Nakin?"
"Are you okay?" Ston Butch also asked Crawford.
After all, he was driving and shooting.
"It's okay, he's okay, everyone is okay." Crawford said happily.
Everyone is in a state of excitement, and they can't take care of their own bodies.
Plus Claire called himself dad.
Crawford was even more happy.
After hearing this, Ston Butch also let out a loud laugh.
But as soon as he finished laughing, Crawford found that his body seemed to be in a strange state.
He touched himself with one hand and found something wrong, and then saw blood stains on his hands.
He said hesitantly: "...except...except me."
He looked at the blood on his hand again and said, "I was shot."
Crawford couldn't stand it anymore and quickly stepped on the brakes.
Claire got out of the car immediately to see Crawford's injury.
He shouted to him, "Dad, how about it?"
Next, Jacob and Ston Butch quickly carried Crawford to the trunk and drove in Jacob.
"He was shot, his back, his back," Ston Butch said.
Then they went to the back trunk together, and Claire was about to treat her own dad.
"Put him a little higher, put him a little higher," Claire said to Ston Butch.
"Okay, Jacob, drive quickly." Ston Butch ordered Jacob.
Because they had to drive the car and run away quickly.
"It's okay, dad. It's okay, relax, I'm here." Claire comforted her dad while giving her dad a lot of treatment.
Tashir and the others soon chased after him.
"Water, so much water, it feels like drowning." Claire pressed Crawford's chest and Crawford said.
"I know, relax." After pressing for a while, Claire said: "I can't find the shot, damn it."
At this time, Ston Butch might have realized that Crawford was no longer possible, so he immediately came to him and asked him: "Crawford, tell me the name of Latif's spy. You have rescued your daughter."
I have to say that Ston Butch still knows some psychology.
"She is saved, tell me the name of that person." Ston Butch said to Crawford with some excitement.
"Are you interrogating him?" But after hearing this, Claire said to Ston Butch in dissatisfaction.
"That's right." Ston Butch replied.
"How can you do this? He is dying. His lungs are congested and he is dying. There is no tool here for me to use for first aid." Claire was angry and told the truth in front of her father.
"I can hear what you said." Crawford said in a faint voice.
"Dad, relax, don't be excited." Claire comforted her dad.
"Well, Claire, what do you need?" Ston Butch asked her.
"I need something sharp, inserted into his chest and released air pressure," Claire said.
"Okay, I have a knife here." After saying that, Ston Butch took out the knife he had been carrying with him.
But Claire said again: "No, I need a catheter, I want a catheter."
Ston Butch thought for a while and said, "I have a pen, in the back pocket."
"Pen, you can use a pen." Claire said excitedly.
"Okay, I'll get it now." Ston Butch quickly found the pen and acted as a catheter.
"Is it OK here?" Ston Butch made a simple transformation of the pen under Claire's guidance.
"Okay, remove that part. Then cut the end." Claire said to Ston Butch.
"Okay, dad, keep breathing. That's it, I'm here. It's okay." Claire continued to encourage her dad and pressed.
Ston Butch cuts the end of the pen with a knife as Claire taught her.
"Are you okay?" Claire asked anxiously.
"Okay, okay." Ston Butch quickly peeled it and handed it to Claire.
At this time, Tashir followed him with his soldiers and got closer and closer to them.
The little boy turned around and saw them coming, shouting excitedly.
Claire comforted her dad, "Keep breathing, hold on."
Jacob also looked back at them and translated the little boy's words: "They are catching up."
"Nakin, give it, just like last time." Ston Butch immediately took a few grenades to the little boy and asked the little boy to continue to be responsible for the grenades.
So, the little boy was very brave and calm and calm to the back.
The bomb was thrown next to Tashir's car, causing Tashir and his cars to tilt around. Although they were not killed, they slowed down their driving speed.
Claire continued to calmly treat her father. She needed Ston Butch's cooperation, pointed at his father's chest and said to Ston Butch: "Here, here, between the first and second ribs."
But Ston Butch looked at it, and didn't dare to attack. He said to Claire: "You'd better come on, you're a doctor."
But Claire looked at his father's face and she couldn't do it.
She shouted to Ston Butch, "Damn it, I can't do it. He is my dad, please!"
"Okay, is this? Is this between the first and second ribs?" The situation was urgent, and Ston Butch could only pierce in without hesitation.
Crawford screamed in pain.
"Is the air coming out? Claire?"
Ston Butch was a doctor for the first time and couldn't help asking quickly.
"Yes, Dad, hold on!" Claire replied excitedly.
But at this time, the car was getting slower and slower.
Ston Butch asked Jacob, "Why did Jacob slow down?"
"I don't know, there's no oil." Jacob replied anxiously.
"Quick, stop by. The fuel tank must have been penetrated. Stop under that tree. Drive there and stop." Ston Butch said, pointing to a tree on the side of the road.
Chapter completed!