The curtain of the operating room was pulled back by Gu Yu.
The faint "beep beep" of the monitor came through from behind the curtain, but clearer in his ears was the "click" of the AK-47 being cocked, along with the sound of a dozen heavy breaths.
The leader took off his hood, and as expected, it was Peron. He grinned slightly, the flesh on his face twitching.
He raised his rifle, the dark muzzle pointed directly at Gu Yu, who had just taken off his blood-stained surgical gown.
Behind him, over twenty men armed with various weapons, their eyes greedily scanning the stacks of medical supply boxes and a few portable medical devices inside the room.
Such items were indeed rare finds in the refugee camp.
Ez and Elena, the siblings, were tightly shielded in a corner by two medical staff, trembling all over.
Lin Xinyue, pale-faced, subconsciously wanted to step forward to stand by Gu Yu, but was stopped by a glance from him.
