Ambassador District.
A cloud-piercing arrow, a thousand troops will gather!
Air Force Special Forces soldiers converging on the red signal flare rely on the buildings to build defensive positions, with all the vantage points within two hundred meters in their hands.
"Hang in there."
The soldier responsible for medical duties pours disinfectant alcohol on Lian Jingxuan's shoulder, making a sizzling sound...
Starting to bubble.
"Ow ah!"
Lian Jingxuan trembled as he cried out, and the staff watching the scene nearby winced, inhaling sharply, feeling a phantom pain in their own shoulders.
The medic looked unfazed, tearing open sterile gloves, and sprayed some disinfectant alcohol onto them before directly reaching into the wound...
"Wait, using your hand directly?" The office staff widened their eyes.
"The conditions are rough; if you want to keep this arm, the bullet must be extracted." The medic said calmly.
"Gah!"
