Su Changxing said flatly, "I think you shouldnât die that easily, great True Knower~"
The head, somewhat despairing, said, "Donât trust me too much, Iâm really just a head."
The "Tailor" still maintained a stiff smile on his face, eyes open, looking like he died with grievances.
"Seems like heâs still not convinced."
Su Changxing looked at the "Tailor" and muttered.
The head said, "I never thought you could take him down, this person should be a powerful presence even at Tier Eight, tsk tsk, taking down a Tier Eight with a Tier Nine."
Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, "Just borrowed external forces, if he had been a bit more cautious, he might not have died."
If the "Tailor" had used threads to block those two stray bullets at the time, the remaining momentum would not have been enough to harm him.
But normally, Su Changxing shouldnât have had the ability to change vectors.
The "Tailor" couldnât have imagined it either.
This kind of ability is too rule-breaking, changing the bulletâs trajectory directly without any sign, and without losing flight energy.
"Brother Chen, wait a moment, sister-in-law is coming up soon."
Sun Xiaolin squatted beside Chen Ling and shouted.
Chen Lingâs injuries were very severe, one thigh was directly severed, an arm nearly dropped, with four piercing wounds on his body.
For ordinary people, such injuries are basically equivalent to death, but here, thereâs a doctor with superpowers.
Su Changxing estimated that Dr. Wuâs status was probably not good either, unknown if she could heal Chen Lingâs injuries.
Due to excessive blood loss, Chen Lingâs eyes were opening and closing, spirit weak, his blood-stained face showing little panic, he took a deep breath and said:
"Is there any morphine left?"
The intense pain made his head throb, and he could faint at any moment.
Sun Xiaolin took a deep breath and said, "A little left, Iâll give you a shot."
He took out a short syringe from his pocket and injected it into Chen Lingâs chest.
After administering morphine, Chen Ling looked better, his eyes vacant, lying on the ground lost in thought.
Xu Chuâs Sweat got up from the ground, though his limbs had been severed earlier, they were now intact.
He quickly walked over to check on Zhang Daxiâs injuries and said, "Second brother, luckily you were fortunate, a little more and your heart would have been gone."
Zhang Daxi sat on the ground, covering his wound, sullenly said:
"None of us died, that Hunter deliberately didnât kill, truly a blatant psychopath."
He also noticed that the "Tailor" didnât directly kill, but he just attributed it to psychological reasons.
Xu Chuâs Sweat pondered, "Hmm, it seems like it, otherwise I might have died several times."
Qin Decang approached Su Changxing with a smile and said, "Hello Brother Su, Iâm Qin Decang, current captain of Team Three of the Security Bureau, thank you for your selfless help today."
Although several people were heavily injured, no one died, and they even took down this Hunter who killed seventy to eighty of them, an entirely unexpected result.
Su Changxing shook his hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Just did what I could, nothing worth thanking for, as you said, everyone should help each other."
Qin Decang shook his head and said, "Ordinary people would have walked away in that situation, and walking away wouldnât have been wrong either; in situations of unavoidable force, ensuring more peopleâs survival is the right thing to do."
Su Changxing hesitated, indeed he had thought this way before; if the last few bullets hadnât hit, he would have walked away, earnestly said:
"There are always different people, even ordinary ones. Iâm just an ordinary citizen."
Ordinary citizen?
Qin Decangâs face remained unchanged, certainly not believing Su Changxingâs words, just from Su Changxingâs shooting alone, it was clear he wasnât ordinary.
Ordinary people donât have access to firearms, nor such shooting skills.
But he had no clues about Su Changxingâs identity, unlike someone like Zhang Daxi, whose mercenary nature was obvious to see.
As for Su Changxing, he gave off a gentle scholarly aura, like a student just out of college.
Hmm, a perfect disguise, high-level agent?
Qin Decang paused, looked out at the approaching zombies and the whitening sky, said: "Itâs almost dawn, you go rest for a bit, Iâll lure these zombies away."
With that, he ran outside, hands ablaze with fire, a ball of flame moving further into the night.
They had too many wounded; movement wasnât possible unless the zombies were lured away, but Qin Decangâs fire superpower easily attracted zombie attention, not too difficult a task.
However, itâs dangerous, luring the Undead Tide is like walking a tightrope, one misstep and youâd be surrounded by zombies, falling into the endless Abyss.
Soon after, distant flames shot into the sky, the zombies initially swarming toward them suddenly changed direction, running elsewhere.
The number of nearby zombies was already small, now even fewer, the streets seemed somewhat empty.
Shortly after, Wu Jie hurried up, seeing the ground full of wounded caused her to frown slightly, each person had some injuries, as severe as Chen Lingâs.
Wu Jie assessed Chen Lingâs condition, expressionlessly said, "You might lose your leg, youâll be disabled."
Chen Ling lay on the ground, looked at her, said, "Then just kill me, a disabled person is a burden, might as well be dead."
Sun Xiaolin helplessly said, "Sister-in-law, donât joke, letâs treat Brother Chen first."
Wu Jie aligned Chen Lingâs leg and joined it together, her hands emitting a green light, in just over ten seconds, Chen Lingâs leg bone reconnected, said:
"Leave it like this, move him down, Iâll come back to handle it later."
After just a moment, her face turned pale, she seemed frailer, spending even less time on others, those like Zhang Daxi with slightly heavier injuries took five or six seconds, stopping the bleeding was enough, lighter injuries were just bandaged.
After spending over ten minutes in total, everyone returned to the basement, the damaged panel above was blocked by Sun Xiaolin with a piece of wood, preventing zombies from entering.
In the room, low groans of pain were constant, yet everyoneâs faces clearly showed joy, different from the previous oppression.
The "Tailor" was like a mountain pressing on everyoneâs heart, and now it had fallen.
"Kid, just yell if it hurts, nothing to be ashamed of."
Xu Chuâs Sweat looked at Huang Jixiang clutching his abdomen with a smile, teasing.
Huang Jixiangâs face twisted, still stubbornly said, "Whatâs pain, pure man of 24k gold."
Being pierced in the abdomen by the "Tailorâs" thread was not much different from being shot, luckily these injuries werenât fatal, otherwise Wu Jie alone couldnât handle it all.