The bullet must be taken out immediately, otherwise Mixin will have died of excessive blood loss if the bullet is not taken out.

Smith hurriedly lit an alcohol lamp and asked the black and blond man to hold it. There must be someone on top of the turbulent car, otherwise there might be a fire in the car.

They were not killed by bullets from Afghan soldiers, but were set on fire by alcohol lamps and burned alive in the car. Such a mistake would never happen.

So Smith quickly lit the scalpel on the alcohol lamp, while another man was responsible for holding Yan Mixin down. Because there was no anesthesia in the car, he was afraid that Yan Mixin would move around due to the severe pain of the operation, which would cause trouble.

The scalpel burned red, and Smith also washed his hands with an alcohol lamp. His usually serious expression became solemn and deep, and he looked at the wound tightly with his eyes.

At this moment, the car also increased its speed in order to cooperate. It was traveling on a flat road to ensure that it would not bump around when Smith took the bullet, causing unnecessary accidental injuries.

Originally, surgery could not be performed in the car, but now it is an emergency and cannot be compared to normal.

"Boss, please bear with me, I'm going to take action." Smith's scalpel quickly penetrated into the wound, followed the wound and stuck the bullet.

Smith took a deep breath and pulled it out suddenly. At this moment, small beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. Although he usually does this kind of thing, today's target is different. Today's target is their boss.

, the boss they respected so much,

"Ah!" Yan Mixin screamed. Fortunately, her vagina was held down by two big men, otherwise she would have moved in pain.

The muscles in Yan Mixin's back contracted tightly, and the blood in the hole kept spurting out, gradually reaching Smith's face, and his hands were also covered with Yan Mixin's blood.

Smith still didn't blink his eyes. At this moment, his energy had been concentrated to the extreme. When he saw the bullet pulled out, he quickly picked up the disinfectant cotton that had been prepared and wiped the wound.

Quickly apply their special hemostatic medicine. The bleeding must be stopped at this time, because Yan Mixin really can't bleed any more. I'm afraid he will really stop bleeding and die.
Chapter completed!