The Age of the Wolf Pack Tyrant

Chapter 15 What the hell is this "genuine leather bulletproof vest"?

"Not at all, our Brother Tian is just as good; his marksmanship is impeccable."

Chen Jun was exchanging pleasantries, but his smile stretched from ear to ear, clearly saying: "Brother, I'm all brawn and no brains."

With a bunch of people chasing them, they still have the mood to engage in mutual flattery.

have to say.

Both of them are incredibly ambitious and have an astonishing capacity for growth.

This kind of mentality is a real waste of talent if one doesn't join the army.

Chen Jun's micro-management was so meticulous, taking into account every aspect, that Xing Tian had no reason to refuse, and the two then headed straight for the stairwell.

They climbed the stairs with a clanging sound and arrived at the fourteenth floor as Chen Jun had instructed.

This floor is designed as an office building, with corridors leading to both sides from the elevator. The spaces on both sides are designed as office areas of varying sizes.

The large office areas are four or five hundred square meters, while the small office areas are only a few dozen square meters.

The needs of businesses of all sizes have been fully considered.

Unfortunately, commercial development in Sanbao City is not very good. Most of the office space is not rented out, and there are only two or three companies on the entire floor.

Most of the office doors were locked, so Chen Jun and Xing Tian randomly picked one that was open.

Before the gunshots, this place was probably used for office work, but now everyone has run away and disappeared. They even left in such a hurry that they didn't lock the door.

Chen Jun and Xing Tian finally had some free time while hiding in the office.

With his attention diverted from fleeing, he realized that he was in pain in several places, clearly from injuries sustained in the previous battle.

The two quickly took off their clothes to check each other, thankfully it was just a false alarm.

Although he was injured, it was not serious.

Xing Tian's back was badly bruised, and a piece of flesh the size of a fingernail was missing from his shoulder. He was bleeding quite a bit, and his clothes on his left shoulder were soaked.

Chen Jun's wound was also on his back, with a three-centimeter-long scratch on the outside of his right collarbone.

The scratch is minor, just a superficial injury.

The serious problem lies elsewhere.

Embedded in his thick, hill-like latissimus dorsi muscles was a deformed half-bullet, about two centimeters deep, through which his buttocks could be seen.

"Brother Jun, you're really lucky. Luckily, it was a stray bullet that bounced off and only half of it was left. It didn't have enough penetrating power, so it got stuck in your muscles. If it had been the whole bullet, you would have suffered a lot."

Although Xing Tian was joking, he was actually deeply shocked.

As a military enthusiast who frequently reads military magazines, and with his special forces brother teaching him military knowledge, Xing Tian has a deep understanding of the damage caused by bullets.

Even if it just hits something, the shattered half of the bullet that bounces back still has a strong penetrating power.

For the human body, it's like cutting butter with a hot knife.

Xing Tian was certain that if the bullet hit him, it would easily penetrate his skin and plunge into his abdominal cavity, possibly even shredding his internal organs.

But when the bullet hit Chen Jun, it was strangely "clamped" by his muscles.

That's right.

It's stuck between the meat.

This is so contrary to the common sense of biology, physics, mathematics, and medicine that Xing Tian would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Chen Jun himself knew the reason, but he couldn't explain it to Xing Tian now.

He could only laugh it off and pretend to be cocky, saying, "This muscular physique didn't come from nothing. It's a genuine leather bulletproof vest; you can't be envious of that."

This is a genuine leather bulletproof vest.

Xing Tian was amused and laughed. He pulled out his military knife and used a lighter to heat the blade, saying, "Since it's a genuine leather bulletproof vest, digging out the bullet should be a piece of cake, right?"

"Absolutely! Come on, if you even utter a sound, I'm not worthy of hanging two eggs," Chen Jun said boldly.

Even though he wasn't very knowledgeable about military matters, Chen Jun still understood basic medical knowledge: foreign objects in the body must be removed, otherwise it will affect wound healing, or even more seriously, cause infection and various unpredictable complications.

"Good, that's manly enough."

Xing Tian patted Chen Jun on the shoulder, placed the heated and sterilized knife next to the wound, stared intently at the bullet, and took a deep breath.

This was the first time in his life that he had removed a bullet, so it was impossible for him not to be nervous.

"Be decisive. It's just a small thing. Don't dawdle. We need to treat the wound quickly. Who knows when the bandits will sneak up on us?"

Seeing that Xing Tian had been dawdling for a long time without moving, Chen Jun urged him on to encourage him.

With Chen Jun's unconditional trust, Xing Tian's eyes gradually hardened. Recalling the techniques his older brother had taught him, he inserted the tip of the knife into the wound and flicked it upwards.

"Pfft~ Ding-dong!"

The warhead was successfully ejected, arced through the air, and landed on the floor.

"Beautiful, crisp and clean," Chen Jun praised without reservation.

"That's right. Don't you know who's performing the surgery? Remember to pay the 800 yuan surgery fee."

While making humorous remarks, Xing Tian didn't stop. He took out the imitation Jungle King that he had previously taken from Big Nose, unscrewed the back cover of the handle, and took out a survival kit from inside.

Inside was a bunch of survival supplies: fishhooks, compasses, hemostatic agents, antibiotics...

They're all small items, but there's a really good variety.

"You really do know a lot about weapons. I'm not just bragging, you even know that this kind of knife has a hidden compartment," Chen Jun exclaimed in amazement.

"The genuine Jungle King kit comes with a survival kit, I didn't expect this counterfeit to have one too, I guess I just got lucky."

While explaining, Xing Tian's hands moved quickly.

He took out the hemostatic medicine and applied it to the wound, then covered it with a band-aid. Finally, he took out one of the antibiotic pills and handed it to Chen Jun, indicating that he should take it.

He took an antibiotic himself, put the rest away, and returned it to the hilt of the Jungle King's sword.

Fishhooks and fishing lines can be used to stitch up wounds, and compasses can prevent getting lost outdoors; you never know when they might come in handy.

He handed the remaining unpackaged hemostatic medicine and bandages to Chen Jun, saying, "I've taken good care of it for you, so don't try to cheat me."

"You'll be satisfied."

Chen Jun spoke with great confidence, but in reality, he had no idea what to expect.

It wasn't that he wasn't good at treating wounds; it was just that he didn't have much styptic powder or bandages left, and his hands were just too big—his fingers were as thick as rolling pins—making it really difficult to handle delicate tasks.

Even Chen Jun's nostrils were larger than average, for fear that a single breath would blow away all the powder.

Fortunately, after a great deal of effort, he managed to perform a Zhang Fei embroidery routine while holding his breath, managing to save face and treat Xing Tian's shoulder injury.

At the same time, the location of their injuries taught Chen Jun and Xing Tian a lesson.

In the future, we must absolutely avoid being cornered in a room and subjected to a hail of bullets like before.

They were lucky this time, only suffering minor injuries. Who can guarantee they'll be so lucky next time? If they were hit in the head by a stray bullet, they'd be done for.