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Alex's gaze swept over every member in the compartment, seeking their opinions on Leo's joining. At this critical moment, not a single face showed any sign of refusal, and even Jim, who was known for being strict, seemed unusually willing to accept Leo. This unspoken agreement and approval further confirmed in Alex's mind that Leo's joining would bring new vitality and hope to the Valkyrie mercenary group.
Alex laughed, his laughter filled with anticipation for the future and approval of Leo. He spoke, "Alright! Welcome aboard, Leo, but I have to tell you, this is no place to mess around. Here, death is your resignation letter, got it?" This statement served as both a warning to Leo and an expression of expectation, hoping that he would maintain his initial courage and determination in this dangerous world.
However, just as Alex's words fell, Leo seemed to have exhausted all his strength. Upon hearing the news of his official joining of the Valkyrie mercenary group, his body could no longer support him, and he collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious. In that instant, all the tension and exhaustion seemed to be released, and Leo's body finally allowed him to rest, even in such an environment.
The atmosphere in the compartment suddenly became heavy, and everyone realized the tremendous cost at which Leo had just demonstrated his resilience and courage.
Emily was the first to reach Leo and crouched down beside him. She carefully checked Leo's vital signs to ensure that his life was not in immediate danger. As she further examined the injuries on Leo's body, a look of surprise and concern involuntarily appeared on her face. Leo's body was covered with multiple abrasions and many burns, indicating that he had experienced an extremely intense and dangerous battle.
Of particular concern to Emily was the severe burns on Leo's back, where the skin had been almost kissed by flames, leaving difficult-to-heal scars. Although his palms were wrapped in makeshift fabric, clearly a result of Leo's own emergency treatment under extreme conditions, the severity of the burns visible through the fabric indicated that the injuries were very serious and required immediate professional medical attention.
In the compartment of the Valkyrie mercenary group, the situation inevitably caused concern. Emily's face was serious; she knew that Leo's injuries were not just simple surface pain. If these wounds were not treated in time, they could easily lead to more serious infection problems. She turned to Alex and the other team members, her eyes filled with a determined light, a silent plea, hoping to provide necessary medical support for Leo immediately, because for Valkyrie, every member is indispensable.
Alex's voice echoed in the compartment, his attitude unusually calm, as if he had become accustomed to various emergencies on the battlefield. He casually instructed, "Take our Second Lieutenant to Douglas. That guy may be greedy, but he has the skills." He raised his glass again, a barely noticeable smile on his lips, as if he had foreseen that Leo would receive proper treatment. "The money that kid brought back should be enough for that greedy bastard," Alex said with a hint of contempt in his tone, mentioning the "greedy bastard," which easily brings to mind certain characters who roam in the dark, possessing abilities but with high prices and blurred moral standards.
Sarah's reaction shows resignation towards this choice, "Sigh... Do we have to rely on that jerk again? Douglas." Her words reveal her dissatisfaction with this "black doctor" Douglas, but in this situation, it seems they can only rely on him.
Emily's reaction is even more tense. She knows time is running out, and Leo's injury cannot be delayed. "Only that black doctor has the ability. Hurry and call a taxi for me, and tell Douglas to get ready." Her voice carries worry and urgency, showing her concern for Leo's safety.
As Emily and Jim carried the severely injured Leo out of the crowded compartment, a heavy atmosphere fell over the entire bar, as if an ominous undercurrent was spreading through the air. They made their way through the crowded people and bar, every step taken with great care, fearing further harm to Leo. Hu's voice suddenly pierced through the noise of the bar, his unique voice filled with surprise and displeasure, "Wow! What the hell are you guys up to in there again?"
Jim turned around, giving Hu a forced smile, attempting to respond to Hu's questioning with a light-hearted banter, "Hehe, Hu, there are some things you really shouldn't know." However, his voice seemed to carry a hint of weariness, after all, tonight's events had drained their physical and mental strength.
Hu showed obvious disgust on his face, "Damn it, crazy mercenaries, always causing trouble." He muttered, his gaze sweeping over the carried Leo, with not only disdain but also a hint of indescribable worry.
At this moment, Sarah was already waiting by the taxi outside the door. Seeing the three of them carrying Leo out, she immediately stepped forward to help, commanding with composure, "Hurry, put him in the car. We need to go find Dr. Douglas quickly." Her voice was firm and urgent, showing her anxiety at the moment. Just as the three were carrying Leo into the taxi, the taxi driver turned around and saw this scene, clearly feeling very surprised and uneasy, "Hey, hey, what are you doing? I don't want to get involved in any trouble!" The driver's voice was full of concern, obviously wanting to refuse to carry such a half-dead guest.
Jim didn't have time to deal with the driver, so he pulled out a small handgun from his body and coldly aimed it at the driver, saying, "Drive. If you keep talking, I won't be so polite." Jim's voice was cold, his gaze firm, and unquestionable.
As soon as the taxi driver saw the gun pointed at himself, he immediately paled and nodded repeatedly, "O-Okay, I'll drive, I'll drive!" He quickly started the vehicle, gently pressed the accelerator, and the taxi slowly left the bar, heading towards an unknown direction in the night.
The atmosphere inside the car was unusually heavy, with everyone immersed in their own thoughts, while the streetlights and night scenery outside the car continued to recede. The driver dared not make any unnecessary movements, focusing solely on driving. Occasionally, he would sneak a glance at the situation in the back seat through the rearview mirror, feeling both fearful and curious about this group of "crazy mercenaries."
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