Immediately, he placed his hands on his knees, bent over, and started to vomit...
The sunlight dazzled his eyes, flashing before him the instant Nima fell, the warm smell of blood mingled with dust invading his nostrils, intensifying the urge to vomit.
Fifty meters away, behind the slope, both the Eagle and Lao Bai were sprinting towards them, the former clutching that 92-style pistol.
Those two shots just now were fired by the Eagle, with precise accuracy; fifty meters is indeed the maximum range for this pistol.
The Eagle disregarded Qi Yun's vomiting, tucked him under his arm, and moved to the side, intending to completely stay away from those detonators.
Shi Feng, still scared out of his wits, was also dragged to safety by Lao Bai.
A few minutes later, Qi Yun somewhat regained his strength, feeling his body wasn't as uncomfortable.
He shakily took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and took a few puffs, slightly relaxing his nerves.
