Chapter 1569: Identity Leaked, Chance to Win Everything!

Apart from the fractures, the rest were minor skin injuries.

Somo quickly picked up the tweezers and carefully removed the small gravel and debris embedded in the flesh. Then he picked up the suture needle and completed the suture like a dance.

Because there was no anesthetic, Edgar gritted his teeth and was ready at first.

But when Sumo removed the light on his face, he suddenly realized that all the wounds on his body had been treated.

"So fast?" Edgar's eyes widened.

He sat up and touched the stitched area. The stitches were as smooth as if they were not there.

"Otherwise, you will have to go back to the level to recover from the remaining internal injuries."

Soma raised his head slightly.

It sounds simple, but you can see from the admiring eyes of other people in the surrounding fire suppression team how awesome they were at cleaning and suturing the wounds just now.

That flower arrangement-like elegance can only be achieved by having extreme confidence in one's own ability.

"Fuck, it's indeed an A-level medical ability, it's too strong!"

Zhao Lei secretly smacked his tongue. His original anxiety about the mission was instantly relieved by Su Mo's presence.

A strong logistical support can indeed increase the mission success rate by 30%.

It was the turn of the remaining two people, and it was not difficult to deal with the fracture. Somo walked to the two of them calmly, gently opened the clothes covering the injured area, and carefully examined the condition of the fracture.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up the splint and bandage that had been prepared.

After adjusting the angle, the two men's broken arms were quickly fixed to prevent the parts from shifting without hindering blood circulation and affecting recovery.

"Better treatment requires you to go back. I can only help you maintain your injuries first."

Sumo turned on the emergency light, took off his bloody gloves and threw them into the trash can.

"That's enough, that's enough, thank you Brother Qin!"

The three of them hurriedly stood up and thanked them. Their distracted eyes began to focus, flashing with a hint of happiness for surviving.

At this time, the rice on the bonfire had once again emitted an attractive aroma, mixed with the mellow taste of the stew, which made everyone's stomach growl.

He Qin first brought out eight portions with quick hands and feet, and then added three more full portions of food.

Zhao Lei patted the three people who were still in a daze, and said with a hearty smile: "Don't just stand and thank me. Come, fill your stomach first. Only when you are full can you regain your strength."

The three of them took the plates, their eyes filled with gratitude, and they choked up for a moment.

In this wilderness, after experiencing a narrow escape, a hot meal seemed extremely precious.

The two men with broken arms didn't even care about their appearance. They almost stuck their heads into the bowl and took big mouthfuls of rice. The soft glutinous rice and the delicious aroma of the stew collided on the tip of their tongues, making their taste buds immersed in this rare satisfaction. middle.

The members of the fire suppression team sat together. Although they didn't say much, everyone was in a gloomy mood.

After dinner, the night watch begins as usual.

Zhao Lei stood up and cleared his throat: "Brothers, today is a special situation, everyone should be vigilant."

"I'll take care of the first class, Neil, Torres, you two follow me, the others should take the time to rest and recharge their batteries."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Since Zhao Lei did not mention returning to the level, it means that the specific arrangements will be made after the mission is announced.

Even if the density of alien patrols increases greatly, continuing to move forward will undoubtedly lead to the tiger's mouth.

But everyone was unwilling to give up. After all, the team had been preparing for a long time. If the mission content was within the team's capabilities, it would be a pity to back down like this.

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Eastern rear.

The foreign camp is like a dormant giant beast, lying quietly in the wilderness. The camp is brightly lit, but there is a chilling and depressing atmosphere.

The continuous disastrous defeats have brought the morale of the alien race to a freezing point.

Even the five major royal families have almost no hope of defeating humans in the future.

Together with the members of the Strange War Club who were supposed to be executed for defecting due to rape, they are still sitting in the camp, but their rights have been reduced a lot. Currently, they are only responsible for cleaning up the human spies around the camp, and they are also sent by humans. Mercenaries on a mission.

"Mr. Song, this is the result of today's raid."

The tent door was opened, and Zayn walked in with his head lowered, holding a stack of compiled battle reports.

In the days after taking over the sweep mission, Mr. Song worked very hard. On the one hand, he reorganized the alien intelligence network in various key areas, deployed a large number of informants, and strived to achieve surveillance without blind spots. On the other hand, he organized Elite raiding teams were formed to ambush the mercenaries based on their movement patterns and locations.

Hard work pays off, and the results of the actions taken during this period are remarkable.

As expected, the mercenary teams that were active on the front lines and caused trouble for the aliens suffered heavy losses one after another.

"Has today's one come out?"

Mr. Song took the battle report and began to read it. When he saw the news that several A-level teams were successfully surrounded and killed, a trace of imperceptible satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

These A-level teams are the elite force among frontline mercenaries. They are not only well-equipped, but also have rich combat experience. In the past, they have always been able to complete some seemingly impossible tasks under the eyes of the patrols, and they are like loaches. Slippery and giving me a headache.

Now, under his arrangements and plans, more and more mercenary teams are sinking into the sand, or the whole army is annihilated, or they are fleeing in all directions.

I believe it won't be long before Curse Tiger will hand over the power again.

"Yes, continue to increase the frequency of sweeps, and strive to prevent any team from going beyond a thousand kilometers."

After saying that, Mr. Song put down the battle report and began to check the information obtained by the frontline spies.

At present, many spies of the Demon Soul Clan have successfully entered the front line and mixed into the human level. Every day, a large amount of information is sent back through special channels.

There is no abnormality in the regular troop mobilization. Humans are still mainly retreating, and it is clear that they will wait until the second gambling battle begins.

In the mercenary area, Mr. Song's fingers suddenly stopped flipping through the pages.

"The first person from Tianyuan Territory? Interesting..."

The intelligence shows that a high-level route from Tianyuan Territory has joined the ranks of mercenaries.

This is rare, especially for Mr. Song who checks intelligence every day, it gives people a refreshing feeling.

But soon, Mr. Song's face became more confused.

The intelligence recorded in detail that as soon as this person showed up, he showed overwhelming strength during the test of joining the team. He could defeat a high-level ability person when he met him. Such skills are definitely not ordinary people.

What Mr. Song cares about more is that this person has even obtained A-level medical ability certification. Among the mercenaries with extremely scarce medical resources, having such ability is simply like adding wings to a tiger.

"No, there is something wrong with this person..."

If it was other territories, it would be fine, but this Tianyuan territory made Mr. Song's doubts even stronger.

He instinctively tried to piece together the identity information of this person based on the intelligence of Tianyuan Territory, but the clues were too scattered and it was difficult to figure out a clue for a while.

"Does Tianyuan Territory have such a powerful and medical master?"

The answer is uncertain.

But then again, it is indeed worth noting that such a person joins the mercenaries.

"Zen, please take this person's information to find Zhuhu and ask him to help us investigate the specific location information. If this person has entered the east with a mission, arrange a team to capture him for me."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Zen nodded, took the information file of 'Qin Yuan', and quickly stood up and walked towards the depths of the camp.

Since some of the traitors defected, the remaining traitors almost put their lives aside.

Including meeting Zhuhu, which used to be a headache and could cause a fatal disaster if the slightest mistake was made, it has become unimportant now.

Soon, Zen came to the tent where Zhuhu was, but before he could speak, the tent door was automatically lifted by a breeze.

A half-human-high statue of Zhuhu stood on the altar. At this time, the statue's eyes slowly opened, and its cold eyes looked straight at Zen, as if to penetrate his soul.

"What's the matter?"

Zhuhu's voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and empty.

"Lord Zhuhu, a strong man from Tianyuan Territory has come to the frontline mercenaries. Mr. Song would like to ask you to help divine this person's information, which may be helpful to the battle situation."

Zen hurriedly bowed, his tone respectful, and presented the paper with key information with both hands.

"Light the paper, and I will receive it."

According to Zhuhu's instructions, Zen stepped forward and threw the paper with information into the brazier in front of the statue with trembling hands.

In an instant, a handful of flames suddenly rose, and the orange-red flames greedily devoured the paper, and in an instant turned into wisps of green smoke rising up.

In the alien palace thousands of kilometers away from the camp.

Zhuhu was sitting on a huge stone chair practicing, and the surroundings were quiet and silent, with only the runes on the wall that assisted in practice flashing with a faint dark light.

Suddenly, the phantom of the burning paper slowly emerged in the air in front of him, and the information was clearly visible.

At the same time, a wisp of memory from the clone sank into Zhuhu's body.

"Explore information?"

Zhuhu frowned slightly, took the paper, and as he stretched out his hand and waved it gently, an old and worn-out divination crystal ball with mysterious patterns appeared in his palm.

This was one of the props prepared when cursing Su Mo before.

Unfortunately, the result was very embarrassing. The means of survival of these alien races seemed to have failed, and none of them could be used at all.

At this time, as Zhuhu muttered something, the ancient and obscure spell flowed out from between his teeth like a trickle, echoing in the empty and lonely palace.

Accompanied by the chanting of the spell, the paper with key information seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and slowly sank into the crystal ball.

In an instant, an indescribable rhythm quietly flickered in the palace, like the leaping of stars, and like the beating of pulses, mysterious and full of power.

The power in the crystal ball, driven by this special rhythm, began to fully deduce the information of "Qin Yuan".

The blue light spun rapidly in the sphere, and the runes flickered.

However, a few seconds later, with a burst of intense and almost blinding light, the deduction process that was still running at high speed a second ago seemed to be forcibly interrupted by an invisible giant hand, and stopped in an instant, and then fell into a dead silence.

Bang.

The sphere exploded from the middle, emitting a strong smell of burning.

"Huh?"

Curse Tiger's body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes showed a bit of astonishment.

Failed?

How is this possible! ?

It's okay to say that the alien's methods have repeatedly failed on Sumo. How could it be possible for an ordinary person to have the same result?

Curse Tiger refused to give up and took out a scroll-shaped treasure with his backhand.

As the book slowly unfolded while suspended in mid-air, each page seemed to be made of the skin of some kind of rare and exotic animal. It was covered with shimmering runes, exuding a simple and mysterious atmosphere.

Curse Tiger took a deep breath, gathered the illusory information and threw it into it.

In an instant, the book glowed brightly, and the runes surged wildly, as if they were trying to break free from the shackles of the pages.

Unfortunately, just a moment later, the light suddenly went out. The runes seemed to have lost their vitality and became still again. The pages of the book scattered with a "swish" and fell to the ground.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Cursed Tiger stood up fiercely and couldn't help roaring. A burst of hot blood rushed to Tianling Gai. The sound echoed in the empty palace and made the decorations on the walls tremble.

He felt like a clown. The treasures he was usually reluctant to use were now like a pile of junk. Not only was it ineffective on Soma, but it had no effect on ordinary humans.

How could this not make him furious!

"Wait...Suma?!"

A moment.

Curse Tiger was startled and gradually calmed down.

An extremely bold but exciting guess appeared in his mind, sprouted in his mind, spread wildly like weeds, and lingered.

Qin Yuan?

Soma?

On the other side, Zayn was still waiting in the tent when he suddenly noticed that the statue of the cursed tiger opened its eyes.

"Lord Cursed Tiger?"

"Ask Mr. Song to come to see me and bring all the information. Your findings may be valuable."

"Um?"

Zeen didn't know why, but he still followed Curse Tiger's instructions and immediately called Mr. Song.

Mr. Song hurriedly walked into the camp, and in the next second his consciousness was evacuated to the palace thousands of miles away by the cursed tiger. He saw the books scattered on the ground and the broken crystal ball.

"This is..."

Curse Tiger stared at Mr. Song closely for a long time, then slowly spoke:

"The Qin Yuan you asked me to investigate is not easy."

"not simple?"

Mr. Song was startled. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at Curse Tiger, his eyes full of surprise.

But then, he reacted suddenly.

"Could it be..."

"I can only say it's possible, but I'm not sure that Qin Yuan and Su Mo are the same person."

After the words fell, Mr. Song's eyes widened, and the shock on his face was beyond words.

He never thought that the person he thought might have a problem might be Somo.

But after being shocked, Mr. Song's mind started to work rapidly, and he instantly realized that this might be a huge opportunity for the alien race to make a comeback.

And Curse Tiger called him here obviously for...

"I'll give you three days to find out about this matter. If it's really him, we can win everything in one fell swoop!"

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