When a person's throat is cut, the chance of death is as high as more than 90%. It is because the trachea is cut, so that oxygen cannot be inhaled, and after suffocation, it will die completely. The five minutes of suffocation here does not mean that it will die after suffocation, but that no matter what medical device is used, it cannot be saved. Two minutes at most.

Of course, this refers to ordinary people. When ordinary people have their throats cut, they don’t know how to save themselves. When the ambulance comes, they basically have no help. However, those who have received special training know how to save themselves at this time. As long as there are hose-type things that can be used around, they can be rescued by themselves, or even a carbon pen that often writes. As long as this kind of ventilated tube-like items is stuffed with the air intake pipes to link, it can be delayed for a long time.

However, Xiao Yuanchao could not find any tubular items now. He strangled his throat and rolled and crawled to the river, trying to find reed-shaped plants, but he could not find them at all.

There are only aquatic plants, no reeds, no pens, and no tubular items that can help him breathe temporarily. When there are no such self-rescue items, even the gods cannot save him.

"Ho ho...ho ho..."

Xiao Yuanchao lay on the ground in pain, making a horrible sound. Under his hands, blood kept splashing out under the ventricular air. In a short time, his face had become like a blood-filled dead person, his pupils were rapidly dilated, and the luster of life quickly passed away in a way that was visible to the naked eye.

It has reached the end of life, and there will be no more strange things...

"Swish!"

A figure running like a beast rushed over. Due to the great inertia, the figure fell into the river. But at the moment of falling in, he supported the river bank with his hands and jumped up, stretched out his hands to pull away Xiao Yuanchao's hands that strangled his throat.

Seeing the figure running towards him, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes began to spread were full of hope: Li Linglong!

Except for Li Linglong, the wild hunter, no one can run in the way of a wild beast. She once swore allegiance to Xiao Yuanchao, and even said that she was the shadow of Xiao Yuanchao. Although she had not appeared for several years, she finally appeared when Xiao Yuanchao was the most dangerous, desperate, and needed help from the most.

"laugh!"

Li Linglong tore open the muscles of Xiao Yuanchao's throat. He took out half of the bamboo joints used to arrange the traps, quickly cut off the joints at both ends, stuffed them into Xiao Yuanchao's trachea, and linked the two thrombus tubes that were broken.

"Ha!...ha!...hululu..."

The trachea was linked, and Xiao Yuanchao let out a deformed gasp. He grabbed Li Linglong's arm tightly, like a drowning person grasping a life-saving straw - Li Linglong was his life-saving straw, and Li Lingling saved him!

Xiao Yuanchao couldn't speak for the time being. He could only stare into Li Linglong's eyes and showed a look of gratitude.

"No need to thank me. This is what I should do." Li Linglong made a cold voice and glanced at the sniper storm corpse holding a saber in his hand and said, "You are so stupid, I have never seen someone as stupid as you."

Xiao Yuanchao, who had turned back from the gate of hell, smiled, grabbed Li Linglong's shoulder and stood up with difficulty.

"Don't move." Li Linglong pressed Xiao Yuanchao to the ground, took out the needle and thread and said, "I will briefly suture your wound first, and then find a place to perform surgery immediately."

Xiao Yuanchao sucked the air with a smile on his face, allowing Li Linglong to sew the wounds for him. He found that living was really good, and this is the most enjoyable thing in the world.

After sewing the wound, Xiao Yuanchao stood in front of the sniper storm's body and sighed deeply, squatting down to sort out his clothes for him. No matter what, the sniper storm is his subordinate. No matter what, he owe a favor to God. No matter what, the sniper storm is the most peak sniper myth in the world. No one surpassed him in the past. No one will surpass him in the future, and his myth will be preserved.

Because he died, at least he died when he was standing at the peak of the world.

"Why can't I see where you are fierce at all?" Li Linglong stared at Xiao Yuanchao and said, "I think you are a little foolish."

Xiao Yuanchao just smiled and ignored Li Linglong. His evil or not can be explained in just a few words; his passion or not can be expressed in words.

He must maintain a certain respect for such an opponent. When people are dead, there is no need to do anything to vent their anger. Being able to live is already the greatest gift given by God.

A thin brochure slid out of the sniper storm's close-fitting clothes and wrapped in kraft paper. Xiao Yuanchao picked up the brochure paper, uncovered it and opened it, and reflected in front of Xiao Yuanchao.

Seeing the contents in the booklet, Xiao Yuanchao's eyelids hopped hard.

The first few pages of the booklet are all kinds of cumbersome formulas, each formula is a kind of ballistic calculation, different venues, different climates, and different wind directions. Turning backwards is the combination of precision calculation and sniper, as well as the pattern drawn with a pencil. In addition, there are some things that even Xiao Yuanchao cannot understand.

This is the lifelong research of sniper storm on sniper, and everything is in his booklet. I just don’t know why he brought it with him. It is undoubtedly...

Suddenly, Xiao Yuanchao saw a few lines of words on the last page: Leader, maybe I will die, maybe you will die. If you die, I will avenge you; if I die, please take my life away and let it pass on. If we die together, we will be brothers in hell!

Seeing these lines of words, Xiao Yuanchao's eyes were a little wet. Although he was the enemy of life and death with Sniper Storm just now,...

Xiao Yuanchao reached out and closed the open eyes of the sniper storm, stood up and nodded at Li Linglong.

A fire burned, slowly burning the sniper god who stood at the peak of the world to ashes. No strong man is immortal, and the happiest person who can live is to be the one who can live.

Wrapped a handful of ashes from the sniper storm, Xiao Yuanchao limped and left with Li Linglong. But the matter was not finished yet, and he had to continue walking and keep going...

"Scalpel!"

"Hemostatic forceps!"

"Wipe your sweat!"

“…”

In a Ukrainian hospital, Angelina was lying on the operating table for surgery. Her eyes were round and her pupils were diffused, showing a dead look.
Chapter completed!