Chapter 51

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Milton's Range Rover Defender sped along the road; a dozen seconds later he asked, "Did you bring a first aid kit?"

If not, he would immediately swap one in from the Panel.

Flora gripped the roof handle with one hand, her other hand quickly checking whether her personal first aid kit was usable.

"Tools all intact... fortunately we carry these things on us."

Professional indeed; expensive really does have its benefits.

Milton glanced at the Panel, confirmed the three were still counted as allies, then said in a low voice: "Estimated 30 seconds to the police station. Whatever happens, protect my safety. Remember, whatever happens."

"'Medicine Bottle' received."

The Wrangler following close behind also replied over the radio: "'Poison' and 'Anvil' received."

Half a minute later, both cars charged straight into the police station!

Boom! Boom!

Milton pushed the door open and got out; what met his eyes was a chaotic scene — a woman wailing while clutching her husband's corpse, a bewildered girl, police officers running everywhere, piercing sirens...

And Brandon lying in a pool of blood.

Luz frantically tried to raise Brandon's injured leg and bind the bandage tight, but the bandage was already soaked red; such hemostasis produced only very limited effect!

The bullet most likely hit the femoral artery...

Milton had just stepped forward when Chief Pedro suddenly blocked his way, giving a sinister laugh: "Mr. Milton... we deeply regret this incident. But rest assured, the culprit has been shot dead on the spot by us; the 'heroes' will rest in peace in heaven."

"The police station will investigate this and give the public an account."

"Anyone who dares challenge the police station's authority, whoever they are, must pay the price. What do you think?"

Pedro made no attempt to hide his malice and threat toward Milton, even glancing at the sheriff's widow and daughter.

Obviously the ones who would pay the price were not just the "hero" himself.

Dare to challenge him, dare to cut off his revenue stream, and you die — even if you're a "hero" and his family alike! He even dares openly silence witnesses and destroy evidence!

Others fear the "Hell Tax Collector," but Pedro does not.

He has ten thousand ways to crush this ant-like Tax Officer.

Today is merely an appetizer.

Seeing this, Flora immediately stepped forward, pushed Pedro aside, and warned in a low voice: "Step aside!"

She was already prepared to draw and fire at any moment.

Pedro stepped back two paces, coldly smiling: "What, you still dare shoot at me? If you dare shoot that's a crime; Maracan Town... no, the whole country won't tolerate you."

Flora did not yield an inch: "Looks like you're eager to carve 'they committed a crime' onto your own tombstone?"

Pedro choked for a moment: "You..."

Milton calmly glanced at Pedro and the officers behind him who were ready to flee at any moment, then continued forward to Brandon.

He didn't say a word; just a look, and the officers scattered.

The title "Hell Tax Collector" may sound unpleasant, but its deterrent power is truly immense.

Yesterday he killed over a dozen Fan Kang Gang members, today he bombed a police car in broad daylight... this kind of madman, let Pedro and his men handle him; grassroots officers on meager pay really don't want to fight desperately with someone like this.

Milton reached Brandon smoothly, quickly examined his wounds, and his heart sank.

Femoral artery injury... open pneumothorax... unknown how much blood lost, unknown how many shrapnel fragments embedded in the lungs!

The former kills instantly, the latter kills slowly — both are fatal!

Milton opened the first aid kit, rapidly issuing orders.

"Chest wound accompanied by 'suction sound' during breathing — open pneumothorax."

"Do not touch any wounds, do not debride! Absolutely must not let dirt enter the wound!"

"Monitor his breathing and heartbeat, be ready for artificial respiration and CPR at any moment!"

"Elevate his leg, prioritize stopping the bleeding!"

Femoral artery rupture — life is draining by the second!

Fortunately Luz performed basic hemostasis; fortunately the femoral artery wasn't completely severed, otherwise Brandon probably wouldn't have lasted 20 seconds!

But the situation is already critical; Brandon is showing obvious signs of hemorrhagic shock.

Brandon's lips were pale, breathing rapid, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "Boss... I, cough cough... am I going to die?"

"No. Hold on, don't fall asleep."

Milton exchanged a sentence with Brandon, then took out a windlass tourniquet, wrapped it once around the proximal end of the gunshot wound, and rapidly rotated the windlass following the arrow on it.

The tourniquet tightened rapidly.

Soon the bleeding stopped completely.

Milton felt Brandon's distal pulse; confirming the pulse had completely disappeared, he tucked the windlass into the locking clip.

"You two grab a couple of wooden boards, immobilize the thigh wound! Go tear a door panel off anywhere, use it as a stretcher! Fast!"

By now the commotion had drawn attention; that Russian journalist Olivia rushed to the scene and started filming; the police side could no longer easily make a move.

But since the enemy dared plan one shooting, there's no guarantee there won't be a second; Milton must save Brandon's life as fast as possible, then withdraw from the enemy's lair!

Brandon spoke again; his breath came in very short gasps: "Boss... is my leg unsalvageable?"

"It's salvageable. I said so. Don't sleep; if you feel sleepy, talk to me."

Milton spouted nonsense offhandedly, while simultaneously fixing his gaze on Brandon's chest — Luz only knew how to stop the bleeding, and in his flustered haste he wrapped the wound with bandages, yet by a stroke of luck managed to barely seal the chest wall wound, which counted as completing the first aid.

In a healthy human body, the negative pressure of the pleural cavity keeps the lungs expanded, allowing smooth inhalation.

But once outside air freely enters and exits the thoracic cavity through the wound, the pleural cavity's negative pressure disappears, and the lungs will collapse due to their own elastic recoil, losing gas exchange function, ultimately leading to hypoxia, leading to respiratory failure!

Mediastinal flutter would also affect venous blood return to the heart... Brandon had just suffered massive blood loss, this was adding insult to injury.

So the wound must be sealed as quickly as possible, to let breathing recover.

But if it stays sealed too long, and the lung wound doesn't get timely treatment, it will lead to tension pneumothorax...

This damn first aid kit doesn't even have a pneumothorax patch!

Milton's head was spinning.

"Boss... I, am I going to die? You, you give the pension to my wife, my home is in, where was my home again... the debts owed don't need you to repay..."

Brandon's face was pale to a terrifying degree, his body ice-cold; even though the bleeding had been successfully stopped, his condition was rapidly deteriorating — severe blood loss and severe hypoxia had already caused him to almost lose thinking ability and speech organization ability.

Being able to hold on without passing out, his willpower could be called resolute.

Milton sealed Brandon's chest wound with more professional technique, and together with several teammates carefully moved him onto a door panel.

"Just a minor injury, you won't die, don't think wild thoughts."

Saying this, several people carried Brandon onto the rear seat of the Range Rover Defender.

Milton followed and sat in the rear seat, and said to Luz who had taken the driver's seat: "To the hospital, drive steadily."

"Go, go to which hospital?"

"To the Old Street black market's black clinic!" Milton took a deep breath, trying not to let his tone carry too much emotion, "We just beat up that private clinic, do you think anyone else would receive us?"

As for a public hospital? Actually sending Brandon to a public hospital would be waiting for death.

Luz didn't speak further, slammed one foot on the accelerator to the floor, and raced toward Old Street.