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At this moment, Lin Tao had already run over ten meters when Lu Xiaoran raised his gun and fired a few shots at his back.
Lin Tao suddenly swayed to the right, as if he had been hit by a bullet. However, it was clear that the shot did not strike a vital area. After stumbling a few steps, Lin Tao continued to run forward in a panic.
Before long, he had already covered more than fifty meters, a distance that exceeded the effective range of a handgun. Lu Xiaoran watched his retreating figure and casually waved his hand, dismissing the thought of chasing him down.
Back at the safe house, Lu Xiaoran took out two bags of trash and casually tossed them aside near an empty space before strolling back inside.
Standing in the cubic space between the two doors, Lu Xiaoran noticed that some toxic gas had accumulated there. It must have seeped in when he released the gas outside earlier. In this situation, if he opened the inner door, the toxic gas would likely enter the house.
Moreover, to open the inner door now, he would need to remove his Hazmat Suit for iris recognition, which would inevitably expose him to the toxic gas.
After thinking for a moment, Lu Xiaoran replicated an air purifier within the cubic space and also created a small portable power source. Once he connected the purifier to power, he waited until all the toxic gas was completely cleared from the space before removing his Hazmat Suit and entering the house.
Meanwhile, in the northern part of the empty space, Lin Tao stumbled into a tent. Upon seeing him enter, a young woman in her teens approached him with a look of surprise; she was Lin Tao's wife, Zhao Cuiying.
"What happened? Are you hurt?"
Zhao Cuiying noticed that since Lin Tao entered the tent, he had been clutching his right shoulder tightly with his hand, his brow furrowed in evident pain.
Lin Tao turned around to show her his back. Zhao Cuiying saw that there was a bloody hole at the position of Lin Tao's right shoulder blade. Blood was seeping from it, staining his shirt red in large patches.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Cuiying gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Help me... take out the bullet."
Lin Tao's face was pale, beads of sweat continuously trickling down from his forehead. He knew he couldn't leave the bullet lodged in his body and wanted Zhao Cuiying to help him extract it.
"What... how should I do this?" Zhao Cuiying felt a bit at a loss. She was just an ordinary woman from the countryside, with no medical experience, and had no idea how to handle such a situation.
"Use this." Lin Tao handed her something, gritting his teeth against the piercing pain as he removed his shirt.
Zhao Cuiying looked up at Lin Tao's shoulder and this time she saw clearly—the bullet had struck above his right shoulder blade, embedded deeply, possibly even into the bone.
Holding the item Lin Tao had just given her, she hesitated for a long time, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Come on, hurry up!" Lin Tao urged, his expression pained and anxious.
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