Chapter 1211: Two wounded and bounty

The gray-haired one stared intently at Lansi, who was thrown to the ground. He was not sure if the shot just now hit, he couldn't confirm.

The situation was worse than he imagined. The bodyguard beside Lansi was too sharp.

Just now he could have not pulled the gun, but he knew that as long as he didn't pull the gun, that person would keep staring at him until he completely lost the opportunity.

An innate feeling arose in the gray-haired one's heart. The person who threw Lansi to the ground was also a soldier.

He felt that kind of thing that only soldiers have from the other party. Presumably, the other party also felt the soldier's temperament from him, so he would stare at himself tightly!

What a trouble!

These rich people are really troublesome!

He tried to continue shooting at Lansi, who was covered, but the gunmen who were rushing over shot at him. The bullets whistling past him made him have to give up this idea.

He fired a few shots at the bodyguards chasing the crowd, and then turned and ran, without any nostalgia.

The mission was not completed, there will be next time, next next time.

Even if Leonardo blamed him, it didn't matter. At worst, he wouldn't work for Leonardo.

They have seen too much life and death on the battlefield, and it is precisely because they have seen too much life and death that they are exceptionally cherish their lives!

They have never been dead soldiers and will not necessarily die in an assassination.

He rushed down the steps quickly. The companion on the roadside had already opened the car door. He rushed into it directly, shaking the car.

The moment he entered the carriage, the car started at a very fast speed and ran along the predetermined route.

The few bodyguards who chased down looked at the distant car and didn't chase directly. One of them ran to the telephone booth on the roadside, called Aierwen, and told him what happened here.

At this time, Ma Duoer helped Lansi stand up. Lansi had a gunshot wound on his arm. Ma Duoer always blocked his vital parts. Under Ma Duoer's gaze, the gray-haired one finally couldn't help but take a risk and fire a shot.

Although this shot hit Lansi, the angle was too bad, and it only hit his arm.

If he could wait a while... there are not so many ifs and maybes. If he waited a while, he might not even be able to fire the gun.

"You are injured!", Ma Duoer was a bit flustered.

Lansi was not panicked. He took off his tie, tied it tightly on his shoulder, and slowed down the speed of bleeding. "Go to the hospital first, let everyone move, I want to know who they are."

The surrounding reporters had already reacted from the panic, and they were constantly taking pictures, the enthusiasm in their eyes boiling like magma!

Ma Duoer and the others protected Lansi and got into the car, driving towards the best hospital.

This shooting case was a bit unexpected, but Lansi had some psychological preparation. Whether it was Ma Duoer feeling someone was tailing him, or he had destroyed many people's interests now, these were enough to make some people take risks to try to take him out.

The thin bulletproof vest he was wearing was his caution about this matter.

On the way Lansi's motorcade ran red lights to the hospital, some accidents also happened on the gray-haired side.

The car shook and rushed out for a while before the team brain had time to look at the gray-haired one beside him.

The gray-haired one's expression was exceptionally ugly. He was wearing a dark woolen windbreaker. At this time, it couldn't be seen that the clothes were stained red, but the team brain still asked. "Are you injured?"

The gray-haired one nodded. He lifted his clothes, and the place slightly below his shoulder was overflowing with blood. The guy sitting next to him cursed "Fuck" several times in a row.

As the person with the highest education in this team, and also the smartest, he is now a bit losing the ability to think!

"Is it serious?", he asked.

The gray-haired one took a deep breath, continued to lift more clothes, and the bullet hole was located between the shoulder socket and the chest cavity. It was difficult to determine whether it had been hit, and the only thing that could be confirmed was that the bullet was still in his body.

"We have to find a place to take the bullet out, and stop the bleeding for you."

"But now the hospital can't go, find a way to get out of the city..."

"I remember there is a town forty or fifty kilometers to the west. Let's go to the town!"

The gray-haired one didn't speak. He closed his eyes.

He wasn't sure if he had been hit when he fired. At that time, his attention was completely focused on Lansi. When Lansi was thrown to the ground and others shot at him, he felt nothing.

When he still wanted to make up a shot, more people rushed over, and he could only give up this idea.

The crowded and continuous collision made him unable to feel that he was shot. It wasn't until he returned to the car and supported himself to sit up that the severe pain made him realize that he was shot.

This is not the first time he has been shot, but it is still a bad experience!

The car drove towards the outside of the city quickly. They must rush out before the roads in Hongshi City are blocked.

Many people will consider one thing, why are bandits always so stupid?

If the police or someone blocks the highway to leave, won't they take small roads, won't they walk in the wilderness?

There are many people who have such ideas. They feel that literary works or film and television works, or even reality, are very nonsense, not logical, and not real.

But in fact, to leave a city, if you don't take those highways, it is very difficult.

Small roads are good, wilderness is good. First of all, in almost all places, cars have no way to pass. Especially in the southern region, the ground in the wilderness is not very flat, cars can't be used, and you can only walk.

Walking in the wilderness of a country like the Federation is definitely not good news. It is sparsely populated here, and it may take tens or hundreds of kilometers to see a residence.

This journey doesn't look very long. Calculated by the speed of five kilometers per hour on flat ground, one hundred kilometers takes twenty hours. 【1211

This is the level at which they can maintain a constant speed without stopping; theoretically it is doable, but in reality, it is not very feasible.

Because people might be carrying things with them, and the ground is rugged and uneven, making it difficult to walk; it is normal for a hundred kilometers to take three or four days, and supplies are also needed.

If supplies cannot keep up, it is very difficult to recover physical strength, and the time will only be longer.

Moreover, one has to face the terrible environment in the wilderness, as well as terrifying wild predators; once humans leave the armor forged by modern civilization and confront them purely with human strength in nature, they are just food in front of those predators.

Therefore, fleeing the city into the wilderness is not a smart method; the best method is still to drive away quickly.

This city has become dangerous, and they plan to leave here first, rescue the gray-haired man, and then consider other matters.

The incident of Lans being shot fermented throughout the entire Denuozhou Prefecture at the first moment, and even Senator Shi Diwen called immediately to inquire about the situation.

Upon learning that Lans's injury was not serious, he reprimanded the Governor and then told him to capture the culprit as soon as possible.

If the Governor were the type who came up through an election, Senator Shi Diwen would not reprimand him like this; the status of both sides would be equal, and the Governor might even be more powerful than the Senator.

But the current Governor only came up as a replacement; if it weren't for his good luck and Governor Lei Tuo's bad luck, he would never have been able to reach his current height in his life.

Regarding Senator Shi Diwen's reprimand, he expressed full acceptance and immediately notified the interstate highway police to start setting up roadblocks, while the sound of police sirens filled the entire city.

Aierwen had already rushed over, and Lans was in the hospital having the bullet head removed.

The doctor injected anesthetic into the muscle near his wound and then used tweezers to remove the bullet head.

Then came the cleaning of some shredded flesh to speed up the healing process, and then the wound was stitched up.

His left arm was injured, and he could not exert force for a short time; originally, they planned to let Lans stay in the hospital for two days, but Lans refused.

"Do you know who did it?" Aierwen asked with his hands on his hips, very angry. He was not blaming Ma Duoer; if it weren't for Ma Duoer, Lans would likely have been hit by more than one bullet.

Ma Duoer stood to the side with a gloomy face, "That person looked like... an immigrant, and he felt a kind of military temperament from him, just like when we first came to the Federation!"

Lans lit a cigarette, "An immigrant with a military temperament? Then they might not necessarily be immigrants."

"The people of Dantela basically will not come to the Federation, at least not until the issues between us and them are completely cleared up."

"Then the remaining scope is much smaller; the possibility of it being from the side of Silade is greater."

"Have someone investigate the stowaways who have recently come to Hongshi City, the kind who could be soldiers."

He paused, "Have the roads out of the city been blocked?"

Aierwen said "Hmm," "The Governor has already had the interstate highway police block all roads out of the city at the first moment. Unless they can fly or abandon their car and flee, they must still be in Hongshi City."

Lans held the armrest of the chair and stood up; he draped his trench coat over himself and walked toward the outside, "Then find a way to find them!"

The four people who circled back from the blocked road ahead could only return to the city; the roads were all sealed off, and they had never considered the idea of walking through the wilderness.

If they walked through the wilderness, there was a high probability they would remain there forever; until the very last moment, they were determined not to leave on foot.

"I know there are still some immigrants from the island locally; we can ask them for help and let us stay at their home for a period of time."

"And we urgently need to treat him now."

The brain of the team patted the back of the driver's seat and then reported an address, "Go here."

The place he mentioned was a gathering place for Sumuli people; in previous years, the Sumuli government encouraged people to leave their hometowns to develop, struggle, and earn money abroad.

After all, an island nation has limited resources, and most of it is held in the hands of the four major families and political clans; for an ordinary person to be born in Sumuli is simply a hellish start.

Many Sumuli people who were idle after reaching adulthood responded to the government's call and left Sumuli Island to develop in foreign countries.

Those who came to the Federation accounted for a large portion, because the Federation was very wealthy at that time.

But the people of the Federation were very xenophobic; they forgot that they were not the true masters of this land, and discrimination was everywhere.

Compared to other loose groups, the Sumuli people were very united, which also made them understand the benefits of huddling together for warmth, so "Little Sumulis" appeared one after another throughout the Federation.

These communities were basically inhabited by Sumuli people; they upheld some of the habits from the island, and even without secret cliques, they would maintain loyalty and unity toward their own people as much as possible.

Going to the Sumuli district was a very good choice; there were still Sumuli doctors there who could help them remove the bullet.

After the heat died down, they would find a way to leave here.

Previously, Christopher's company here had done quite well, and many Sumuli people knew them, so they quickly found an employee who had worked for the company before and, through that person, found a local doctor.

A doctor who was not young; it was said that he was previously a teacher and knew a little bit of veterinary craft.

After coming to the Federation with his family, he could no longer teach, but fortunately, he had mastered some simple surgical techniques, so he was considered a doctor here who could perform ordinary trauma treatment.

As more and more people let him try his hand, his medical skills could be considered to have been constantly improving.

Medicine is essentially no different from other sciences; it is a process of constant trial and error.

It is just that the cost of medical trial and error is relatively high, while the trial and error cost of other sciences might be lower.

Of course, this is just a public statement; taking the laboratory where Lans and the medical group cooperated in the Yalan region as an example, the trial and error cost was ridiculously low.

In the face of absolute science and the desire for knowledge, life is just like a small pebble on the side of the road or those compounds in a laboratory test tube—all equal and cheap!

The doctor glanced at the gray-haired man who was being helped in; he first looked at the few people, and only after someone vouched for them was he willing to accept this job that looked very tricky.

After a simple examination of the injury, he immediately began surgery for the gray-haired man.

He removed the bullet head from inside, then used scissors to trim away a bit of the shredded flesh, and finally performed the stitching.

"This is all I can do. I can give him two more shots of special medicine to avoid infection and inflammation, but as for whether other places were injured or if there will be any sequelae, I am powerless!"

The few people expressed their gratitude to the doctor and then left; they needed to find a place to hide now.

Originally, the doctor did not want to take this job; gunshot wounds also require reporting to the police before they can be treated in the Federation, but he did not want to cause trouble, so he could only take this job.

He hoped this job would not bring him any trouble.

Later that day, police cars were constantly speeding on the roads, which made the doctor feel uneasy.

The next morning, he read the newspaper and learned that Lans had been shot; although he was injured, he had survived!

This gave the doctor a premonition that the gunshot victim he received last night was very likely related to Lans's case.

As a not-so-proper clinic and a not-so-proper doctor, he also had his own channels for obtaining information.

He knew that Lans was rectifying the entire liquor market in Denuozhou Prefecture, and he also knew that under his threat, all the gangs in the entire prefecture that did not obey his orders had been quickly eradicated.

Previously, he felt this was a good thing; Lans was a good person, after all, he was someone who honestly made a living by his own craft, and he also hoped that society could be more stable so that at least he would not need to be worried and afraid of whether those gangs would cause him trouble.

Until this very moment, his scalp felt a bit numb.

After eight o'clock in the morning, his veterinary clinic had not yet opened when someone started pounding on the door.

"Coming, coming...", he put down the newspaper and reading glasses, trotted to the outside of the clinic, and opened the door.

The reason this was a veterinary clinic was because at this time, veterinary clinics did not have requirements regarding medical qualifications, unlike clinics that treated people, which had to have complete licenses.

The old doctor was a practitioner; he might not be able to say why he should do this or why he should use this kind of medicine, but he knew how to simply treat an uncomplicated surgical trauma patient.

If he were asked to take an exam for a license, the probability of him getting any qualification certificate in his life was very low, so this was a veterinary clinic, and occasionally it would also handle some injuries of neighbors.

After all, the fees of hospitals in the Federation were much more expensive than his, and people were still willing to save some money.

The moment the door was opened by him, seven or eight young people entered from outside; as soon as they entered the room, they drilled toward the inner room. The old doctor just wanted to stop them when another person who looked more imposing walked in slowly from the outside.

He had a smile on his face, but the smile was very cold, making people feel no warmth at all.

He walked to the front of the old doctor and asked, "Did anyone come to treat a gunshot wound yesterday?"

The person who was speaking was looking at something on the counter that should have been a notebook or something while asking the question.

He walked over, opened the notebook, and started looking; there were some medical records on it.

The old doctor looked at the other party at a loss; he thought for a long time, "No."

He said this, perhaps feeling that saying so would not be able to convince others, and also emphasized, "I am a veterinarian; I don't treat people, and I don't dare to mess around."

"No?" The young man nodded noncommittally, "You had better be telling the truth!"

The people who were searching in various rooms also came out; what they were looking for was blood-stained gauze, cotton, or even bullet heads, but they found nothing.

Those things had been disposed of at the first moment; thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The young man nodded slightly, and the people all left the room. He looked at the old doctor, "You should know what I am talking about." His finger pointed at the newspaper; the newspaper was exactly the news report about Lans being shot.

"If you can provide clues, we will give you ten thousand dollars."

"If you can help us find that bastard, you will get twenty thousand dollars."

"If you can lead us to capture that guy, you will get thirty thousand dollars."

"But if we let us know that you clearly knew something but didn't tell us...", the young man looked up at the surroundings, sized up this house, and finally his gaze fell on the old doctor again, "I will send you and everything here to hell!"

He said this while picking up a pen and writing a number on the newspaper, "If you have any discoveries, call me. I hope you don't delay yourself!"

"For our disturbance, I am very sorry; I wish you a pleasant day!"

He held his hat with his hand and lifted it upward, then turned and left.

The old doctor's gaze was locked on the number on that newspaper...

Thirty thousand.

Settling scores after the autumn harvest.

(End of chapter)