The bloodied person who fell from the ceiling hacked the bewildered black doctor to death with two axe strikes, quickly untied the ropes tightly binding the staff member, and dragged him off the bed.
The staff member still hadn’t figured out what was happening. He struggled desperately,
"Who are you? Are you here to rescue me?"
He had just been caught, and now someone was here to save him. What kind of efficiency was this?
Could it be all a show?
But looking at the dead doctor on the ground and listening to the continuous gunfire and explosions outside, it didn’t seem fake.
"Stop talking so much!"
Brother Ni didn’t bother wasting words with the NPC.
As an NPC completing a mission, he didn’t need to have combat ability. Just don’t be a liability and waste less time.
"Hey, hey, hey, my two arms are still on the table! Help me grab them!"
[Brother Ni: Found the NPC. Brother Dao, where are you guys? Resident, hurry up and drive the car over!]
[Brother Dao: We’re at the corner in front of the medical room, caught by an elite monster, almost done]
[Resident: On my way!]
A dozen players made the entire base chaotic, but since their focus wasn’t on the scavengers, they quickly retreated from the battlefield with the staff member after obtaining him, leaving behind bewildered and frightened scavengers.
But was that the end?
The old players left,
and twice as many new players were eagerly awaiting to join the action.
The old players took on the toughest assault, allowing the new players to almost effortlessly sweep into the base, clashing with the remaining scavengers.
The entire scavenger base was like a tattered rag being roughly handled by two waves of players.
Yet this was merely the first stage of the event task.
The staff’s ordeal had just begun; he would soon yearn for the time under the scavengers’ control.
He was carried onto an ambulance, placed on a stretcher, with two guards on either side, while the rest of the people sent him off in cars. The enthusiasm of this group was overwhelming.
The staff’s ribs were broken by the scavengers, both arms dismantled, and his cybernetic body infected with a virus. He was in a daze but still insisted,
"You just need to dismantle the jammer, and in seven minutes the Trauma Team will come to rescue me. No need for any ERO."
The resident acting as an intern paramedic laughed, "It’s alright, just lie down, leave the rest to me."
The staff thought about it, these people wouldn’t go to such lengths just for his cybernetic body.
"Let me see what the problem is..."
The intern’s hands moved over the staff’s body.
"Tsk, open fractures in two ribs, this needs to be treated back home. Let me help you fix your arms first."
Hearing the doctor’s words, the staff finally relaxed a bit; it had to be safe now, right?
Then he saw the resident pull out a tablet and set it beside his head, then clicked on a video with his hand.
In the video, a bald middle-aged doctor seriously said,
[Next, I will explain how to distinguish the four popular prosthetic limbs on the market and how to start learning their joint reconnection surgery from scratch.]
Then, the resident watched the video while trying to figure out which brand and model the staff’s two broken arms belonged to and how to reattach them.
The staff gaped, incredulous, at the resident.
"Aren’t you a doctor? Don’t you know how to operate?"
"Me?" The resident chuckled.
"I’m still an intern, learning, reviewing, just wait for a moment."
Upon hearing this, the staff’s face turned pale, then began to struggle violently,
"I bought a watch last year, let me go! Let me go! I want to go to the Trauma Team! I want the Trauma Team!"
Gained experience and an upgraded player, can he suddenly grow wings and escape?
The resident signaled to the two buddies, Potato and Giant,
"Hold him down! Damn it, onboard my vehicle, you still want to run? Do you think our EROs are just decorative?"
The two strong men, weighing nearly two hundred kilograms combined, immediately rushed forward, one holding down each side, while the staff member cried like a pear blossom in the rain.
"What do you want to do? I’m looking for a doctor—Trauma Team! Save me!!!"
Not far from here, on the central helipad of a building.
An Atlas belonging to the Trauma Team was transporting seven company employees who had just suddenly died from overworking. A guard in the corner frowned slightly, seemingly hearing something.
He glanced at the road below the building, where an old ERO ambulance was speeding along.
Taking another look at their own hovering vehicle and medical equipment, a sense of pride welled up within him.
Even among medical companies, the disparity is this vast?
Not only did the scavenger have signal jammers prepared, but the players also got blocking software from Lucy; once uploaded into the patient’s brain, the physiological monitoring system won’t trigger alarms.
However, both types of devices have flaws, with a possibility of dysfunction, being compromised by the patient’s own firewall, which might attract the Trauma Team.
Therefore, not every fireline rescue can be as smooth as the first in delivering the patient to ERO without encountering the Trauma Team’s interception.
For example, the group of flamboyant individuals weren’t so lucky; after the scavengers accidentally triggered the Trauma Team’s alarm, they arrived late, resulting in a fierce three-way battle.