Warlord Chapter 119

Chapter 119 Healing

There is an unwritten rule in the wilderness.

When a hunter or a mercenary was on an official mission, unless they died in battle during the mission, the authorities would need to provide timely assistance when they were injured in specific coordinates. This is a protective measure for talents, and those who can be officially appointed to carry out their duties are not the ones who are easy to deal with. There was a lack of such talent. In times of turmoil, talent was the greatest asset. No base or company was willing to sacrifice any talent. Unless the two were enemies.

Of course, there was no enmity between Phoenix City and Ling. Strictly speaking, Ling was on a mission period before he returned to Phoenix City, not to mention he had also used the distress signal detonator that George personally handed to him. Regardless of the reason, the reinforcements from Phoenix City would definitely arrive quickly.

Of course, such a rescue was not completely unconditional.

The rescued mercenary or hunter had to agree to the rescuer to do a mission at least once within one year. As long as you are not dead, wherever you are, you should immediately execute upon request from the rescuer. There was no free lunch in the turbulent times.

Ling naturally knew what it meant to fire a signal detonator, but compared to life, he chose the latter one.

Ranger could only curse in his heart when he saw the signal detonator that flew up into the night sky.

When Ranger ordered the red wolf to intercept Ling and created a sniper opportunity for him, he had already planned to kill Ling and send the red wolf into hell at the same time. However, he had underestimated Ling's sensitivity to danger, as well as its instinct to avoid danger. That was why Ranger thought his sniper would hit Ling, but it entered into the red wolf's head.

It could be said that this sniper, Ranger, had only succeeded by half.

With Ling's fell, it was difficult for Ranger to fire another shot from two thousand meters away in the darkness. But the signal detonator gave him a chance, and a choice.

He should choose between the choices of killing Ling or offending Phoenix City.

Even if Ranger was from Parkland, Parkland could turn him over in case he got into direct confrontation with Phoenix City in its rescue as Phoenix city is an emerging military city. If it was in the past, Ranger would have immediately retreated the moment he saw the signal detonator.

However, Ling was his enemy who killed his son. So after a moment of hesitation, Ranger decided to shoot again.

He quickly adjusted the muzzle of his gun. Through the scope and enhanced vision, Ranger once again locked Ling's position. This time, he was aiming at the Ling's head. Ling was already dizzy and Ranger's shot was absolutely certain. However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, an indescribable sense of danger spread throughout his body.

The snipers in the wilderness had a beast-like instinct for dangers, and Ranger was no exception. This time, the white-head Eagle couldn't help but hesitate. He had more than one chance to kill Ling, but he definitely only had one life. Ranger did not want to risk his life for revenge. He quickly picked up his sniper rifle and left the sniper position.

As soon as Ranger hid behind a boulder in the wilderness, he noticed a strange screech flying past the sniper position. He crouched behind the rock and quickly sprinkled some light yellow powder on it. The powder can hide his scent and give off an earthy smell. As long as one didn't search closely, even a mutated beast with a sensitive nose wouldn't be able to separate Ranger from the rest of the region.

The white-head eagle laid on the ground, slightly raised its head and looked at the sky. A strange creature was circling above the sniper position. From afar, it looked like a humanoid mutated beast. However, he had never seen a mutated beast with a lion head and eagle wings before. The mutated beast circled the area a few times before finally flying in the direction of Phoenix City.

After it left, the troops of Phoenix City had already found the Ling who was in a daze.

Ling had a strange dream.

In the dream, he sat alone on the roller coaster at the amusement park. Through the glass of the Ferris Wheel, he saw a continuous stream of red clouds appear in the distant sky, following which, tongues of fire broke through the clouds, dragging massive flaming tails and smashed down onto the ground. In an instant, the earth turned into a sea of fire, and countless people turned into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

Buildings were collapsing, the ground was cracking, while people were screaming. The earth was no longer the joy of existence; it has become the hell of death.

Ling sat helplessly on the Ferris Wheel, watching the steel frame of the Ferris Wheel melt and then smash together with him into the flaming ground.

The scene changed again.

Ling saw the beautiful figure again, chasing the wind like a happy spirit in the wild, where the mountain flowers shone brightly. He still couldn't see her clearly, and when he tried to get close, she suddenly stopped.

Turning around, she faced him.

The blurry face grew clearer, and she became Leigh.

"Ling, help me!"

Leigh cried, and then her face changed again, so that Hans' ghostly face appeared in Ling's eyes.

The face of Hans', the body of a young girl formed a strange and eerie picture.

Ling shouted, and the scene in front of him disappeared. Then there were all sorts of strange sounds, shouts of people and sounds of instruments. A blurry image appeared before his eyes in which distorted figures were swaying. After a slight numb feeling came from his body, Ling was once again in a daze.

But this time, he didn't have any strange dreams.

When he opened his eyes again, he just saw the shining red clouds in the evening in Phoenix City .

"Ling, you awake?"

A childish, yet pleasantly surprised voice sounded in his ears.

The sound was still distant, hollow and drawn-out . After a short while, Ling finally adapted to his body that had just awoken from deep sleep. He turned and saw Monnie.

On Monnie's head, Lara was pressing against her pale silver hair. The little beast seemed to be in good spirits. When it saw Ling, it let out a happy cry and was about to jump onto Ling. But in mid-air, Monnie grabbed her, so Lara could only look at the young girl with a wronged expression.

"How many days I have slept?" Ling asked, finding his voice as hoarse as never been.

Monnie's eyes were a little bloodshot. She forced a smile on her small face and said, "Not much, just two or three days."

"Strictly speaking, it's 78 hours, lucky boy."

A big figure appeared on the other side of Ling. It was Sir George. George did not look well, and the deep dark circles under his eyes suggested that he had not rested well lately. He looked even more haggard with a dense layer of stubble on his chin.

George casually tossed a bill to Ling's chest. "It's good to see you're not dead, or this bill will be lost. Listen, buddy, you don't even know how lucky you are. When we found you, you were dying. "Fuck, no matter who it is, they could not survive with a hole in their chest , but you made it. I have to say, this is a miracle!"

Ling smiled and picked up the book with numb hands. He looked at it and his face immediately changed.

On the bill, the number of "8230" was clearly visible. He did not expect that after sleeping for three days, he would use up almost all of his savings. He could not help but feel a bitter taste in his mouth. The interest on Parkland had not even been paid, and he was on the verge of turning into debts.

Seeing the change in Ling's expression, George couldn't help laughing and snatching the bill. He crumpled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

Ling looked at him in puzzlement.

George pointed at his body and said, "It doesn't matter. Your body has already paid for all the expenses of saving you."

Ling's face instantly changed.

George laughed again: "Don't worry, it's not a monster that wants your body." Your body is beautiful, though, even more beautiful than some women's. All right, what I'm trying to say is that the lunatics at the military hospital are interested in your physical data. They say if you could cooperate with them in checks, you would not only be exempted from all costs, but you will be paid a little extra when you leave the hospital. I say, man, you're really lucky. "

ling did not think so. He did not want his body to attract any attention. However, as he was unconscious, it seemed that some abnormalities in his body had already attracted the attention of Phoenix City's doctors, and he was also included in the research. Ling had decided to destroy all the relevant data before he left.

"I still have some matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving." George tapped his hands on Ling and said, "Take care of yourself. No one will dare to harm you in Phoenix City. I have confidence in that."

George smiled at Monnie in a lecherous smile as he stood up. Instead, Monnie smiled at him charmingly. George was stunned and left the room, shaking his head,

Although George assured Ling, Ling could not be at ease. Since Parkland had started, there must been something else. Ling decided to leave the hospital and leave Phoenix City as soon as possible. He didn't like to be in a passive situation. Instead, he wanted to kill Parkland's killer. If he wanted to do this, he had to drag the other party to his side.

Ling's home was in the wilderness!

George was on his way back to the army command post.

The situation in Phoenix City was not good, and the movement of the lair finally came to an end with the use of incomplete techniques. On that day, after Brian was killed, the fenrisulfr army was beaten to pieces by the army of Phoenix City as it lost its command and was unable to mount an effective counterattack.

However, something went wrong at the end of the King Slaying Movement. A new Fenrisulfr wolf by evolution appeared out of nowhere and killed three members of the King Slaying Team. Of the remaining three, Sario was still nowhere to be seen, and Kazuo Watanabe had been seriously injured. As for Ling, who deserted in the middle, was now lying in the hospital.

The top leaders of Phoenix City paid great attention to this new werewolf who had evolved. Since he did not know that the first person to encounter the werewolf was actually Ling, Phoenix City focused all of its attention on the survivor: Kazuo Watanabe.

Kazuo was now in control of the army command post, attended by specialists. Phoenix City hoped to find out information about the werewolves through Kazuo Watanabe, but now it seemed that this method was not working because Kazuo was insane!

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