Chapter 206

Chapter 205, Breakthrough! This AK is actually an Israeli product?

Allen glanced at the situation at the back door. Sanderson, who had taken the rifle, was able to complete the fire suppression by himself, so he quickly came to Swepp and helped him up.

Swepp also knew that this was not the time for him to show off. The injury on his thigh was serious. If he didn't take the time to treat it, he might bleed to death.

Gritting his teeth, Swepp limped to the second floor with the help of Allen.

The situation here was similar to the first floor, and the layout was simpler. In addition to a separate room, there were only two windows open to the outside.

It happened that an enemy wanted to climb in through the window at this time. He just showed half of his body, and it seemed that someone was holding him under him.

Swepp raised his hand quickly and shot, and the bullet hit the enemy's forehead. He fell on his back with the exclamation of someone below.

Fortunately, the AK rifle in the other party's hand did not fall out with the body, but shook back and forth on the windowsill twice and fell into the house.

"I really don't know whether we are unlucky or lucky."

Sweep took a breath and made a small joke to Allen who was supporting him.

"Damn! If this is considered good luck, I would rather God not favor me so much!"

Alan was really scared by that guy just now. He didn't expect that the guy outside was about to climb up the stairs when the two of them just climbed up.

If they were delayed a little later, they might be caught off guard by the enemy from the second floor!

Sweep helped him sit on the shabby sofa in the corner. The original owner of this place should have some money, but he had fled to an unknown place because of the war.

Walking to the windowsill and picking up the AK on the ground, Allen checked the magazine and bolt to make sure it was still usable.

It stands to reason that there should be no useful weapons in this damn place. Even the famous AK is probably a replica made in an unknown small workshop.

However, what Allen did not expect was that the AKs in these guys' hands were genuine Israeli products, and they used standard 5.45*39mm small-caliber rifle bullets.

This kind of thing is definitely not something that ordinary militias can get. If anyone says that they have no support behind them, Allen will definitely not believe it!

"Israeli goods, they are not small."

Giving Swellp a look, Allen estimated that there should be more than 20 rounds in the magazine. Although not many, it is enough to kill several enemies with accurate shooting. I just don't know how accurate this thing is.

Allen raised his gun and fired a shot at the wall of the next building outside the window. The sight was slightly off, but it could be adjusted slightly. The quality of Israeli-made AKs is still quite reliable.

He handed the rifle to Swellp and asked him to temporarily set up the window for him. Then Allen took out the first aid kit from his waist bag and hurried to bandage the other party.

Taking out the tactical medical scissors, Allen cut open the trouser legs on Swellp's thigh wound to facilitate the subsequent suturing and bandaging.

Then he stuffed a fentanyl painkiller that looked like a lollipop into Sweep's mouth.

Taking out the adrenaline needle that he had used on the doctor once before, Allen looked at Sweep and then stabbed him in the other leg without hesitation.

"Bear it for a while!"

He took out the hemostatic needle from the medical kit and injected it into the outside of Sweep's thigh.

Sweep's injury was on the upper part of the inner thigh of his left leg. It looked like he was scratched by the fragments of the explosion, but he didn't break any bones.

But if the fragment had gone a little higher, Sweep might have to spend the rest of his life alone.

The wound was not small, about two inches long. After the hemostatic agent took effect, the bleeding was obviously curbed.

Allen carefully checked the area near the wound and found no residual metal fragments, which made him feel a little relieved.

Quickly take out iodine and other drugs and sprinkle them on the wound to avoid secondary inflammation.

Swepp clenched his teeth and didn't make a sound the whole time, but his rapid breathing revealed the fact that he could feel the pain.

Allen moved quickly. He had trained for this kind of emergency medical operation at least a hundred times, and he was very confident in dealing with this kind of minor operation.

He took out the stapler from the first aid kit, pinched the originally open wound, then looked at Swepp, and after getting a positive response, he stapled all the skin at the wound without hesitation.

His technique was not good, and he certainly couldn't compare with the "doctor". After all, that guy was a professional.

If the doctor was still there...

When he thought of the doctor, Swepp couldn't help but feel a little sad. That guy's child was only a few years old. How could his family live?

Enduring the pain from his thigh, Swepp became more and more angry. He must find out the mastermind behind the two attacks and cut him into pieces!

The bandage entered the final stage. Allen took out the bandage from the medical bag and wrapped it around Sweep's thighs one by one until the exposed part of the thigh was completely covered. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, although it's a bit rough, it shouldn't leave any sequelae."

Sweep nodded and returned the rifle to Allen. The other party needed it more than he did.

Allen was not hypocritical. Although there were not many bullets in it, it should be no problem to eliminate the few enemies downstairs in a sneak attack.

"Xiao Qiang, we are OK here."

Alan tried to use the communicator to call Sanderson downstairs. Although he didn't take his rifle down when he jumped out of the car, fortunately, his equipment was not in serious trouble.

"I got an AK, but there are not many bullets. Let me see if I can help you get rid of the guys outside the back door. Our bullets are not enough to support us in the defensive battle. We have to break the situation as soon as possible!"

Sanderson thought so too. According to his calculations, there are at least dozens of people outside the building at this time.

If they don't solve the dilemma before the other party launches a formal attack, they will probably become the dead souls under the enemy's gun in the end.

"Get ready and act! Captain, hold on a little longer. I will help you after you deal with the back door!"

Sanderson took off the stun grenade hanging on his waist, unfastened the safety and pulled the pull ring, counted down two numbers, and threw it out through the open back door!

Bang!

The strong white light accompanied by the piercing explosion instantly resounded through the alley outside the back door. The enemies who were squatting with guns had no time to react. For a while, they were all shaken by the stun grenade.

Hearing the noise downstairs, Allen immediately leaned against the window, turned sideways and pointed the muzzle of his gun at the bottom of the window.

He didn't need to deal with the enemy at the door, Sanderson could handle the people there by himself, and all he needed to do was to kill the enemies at the outer wall.

Bang, bang, bang!

His index finger pulled the trigger one after another, and 5.45mm rifle bullets spit out one after another, all of which shot behind the wall on the other side of the alley.

An enemy who had just been stunned by a stun grenade was easily taken away by Allen with a short burst of shots before he had time to raise his gun.