My Waste Husband
Chapter 1271

Chapter 1271

Henry hid in the wardrobe as he watched the lady assemble her heavy sniper rifle. Then she put the gun up and aimed out at the window. She held her breath, and focused her mind. This was common practice of a sniper before they made their shot.

The woman fixed her eyes outside the room, not noticing that there was a man hiding in the closet behind her.

An elongated version of the Benz S600 appeared in the lady's sight. The lady gradually placed her finger on the trigger. She continued holding her breath. Just as she was about to shoot, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

"I suggest you don't."

"Who's there!"

The woman roared, then turned around swiftly. The sniper rifle in her hands also aimed in the direction of the voice.

Henry pushed open the door of the closet and looked at the sniper rifle in the lady's hand. He said to himself, "NTW20, 20mm caliber, antiequipment automatic sniper rifle. It has great power, but the recoil is equally strong, and the trajectory of its bullet is especially obvious. Are you trying to announce your location to others? If I'm not mistaken, there should be another wounded man downstairs?"

"Who are you!" The woman pointed the gun at Henry.

Henry had just noticed the lady's appearance. In terms of appearance alone, the woman's appearance could absolutely be regarded as outstanding, but there was always a hint of anger between her eyebrows, which gave off an unsettling vibe.

Henry smiled wryly and pointed to the gauze all over his body, then said, "I am just a someone who wants to live. When you set up that gun, your right shoulder seemed a little stiff, you don't look like a novice marksman. The stiffness in your movements show that your right shoulder is injured. If you do withstand the recoil of the NTW20, I'm afraid your arm would be temporarily disabled, just like me."

A roar of an engine sounded, the woman looked back subconsciously, only to see that the Benz S600 had disappeared from her sight.

"D*mn it!" The lady cursed and pointed at Henry's head. "Turn around with your back facing me."

Henry turned around compliantly and showed that he had no weapons on him.

"Is this house yours?" Henry asked in a relaxed tone.

"Shut up. Now get out of the room and make your way downstairs!" The lady held the gun and slowly approached Henry from the back. The gun was pointed at the back of Henry's head. His head would be blown off the instant the lady's finger pulled on the trigger.

Henry made his way downstairs slowly. He noticed another lady lying on the sofa in the living room of the first floor with a pained expression over her face. She also had features of a typical Yan Xia female, a standard oval face, pretty facial features, white skin, and blonde hair. She was very beautiful. Henry observed the lady's hands, her fingers were long, tender and well- maintained, they did not look like the hands of a marksman.

A layer of gauze was wrapped around the blondehaired lady's waist. Apparently, the gauze had just been applied, but was already very quickly dyed red with blood.

Her face was ashen due to the excessive loss of blood.

Henry could feel the muzzle of the gun that was pointed closely on the back of his head slightly shaking quite obviously, which showed that the person holding the gun was also very nervous.

With his back facing the short- haired lady, he asked tentatively, "A gunshot wound?"

"Yes."

"Based on how badly she is bleeding, it was 7.62 mm bullet by an automatic rifle, but she was probably just grazed by it instead of getting a direct hit. Otherwise, judging from the angle of this shot, I'm afraid that the impact from a direct hit would have split her body into two. The bullet is not lodge in her body. All that needs to be done is stop the bleeding." Henry said as he walked forward.

"Stop right there!" The short-haired lady shouted. "What are you trying to do?"

Henry ignored the short-haired woman's words. Instead, he walked to the medical kit and rummaged through it. "I'm searching for something to stop her bleeding from bleeding out, of course. Otherwise, with just that layer of gauze on her, she won't even live to see the moon."

Henry said as he took out a box of antiinflammatory drugs from the medical kit and began crushing them up.

The short- haired lady looked at Henry's actions and wanted to stop him. After a moment of thought, she decided to let him do as pleased, but the gun was still aimed at Henry. If he tried doing anything out of line, she would not hesitate to pull the trigger.

After crushing up a few pieces of antiinflammatory drugs, Henry went over to the sofa and pulled out a long strip of gauze. Then he crumbled it into a ball and stuffed it into the mouth of the blonde- haired lady.

The short-haired woman strode towards him and pressed the muzzle against his head once more. "What are you doing!"

Henry rolled his eyes at the short-haired woman. "She can't take anymore of the pain. You don't want to see her commit suicide by biting her tongue, do you?"

As Henry spoke, he untied the bloody gauze from the blonde lady's waist. Then he picked up a new piece of gauze to clean up the blood on the blonde lady's waist. After wiping away the blood, a ghastly wound appeared before his eyes.

When a person had been hit by a bullet, the first sensation that would hit was usually not the pain of the wound. The lethality of the bullet was determined by the speed of the bullet's penetration and stopping force. The earliest sensation one would experience after being hit by a bullet was the powerful impact of it. Only then would one feel the numbness and heat emanating from the wound of the bullet, the pain would kick

in last.

If a large caliber sniper rifle hit its target, the impact of it would be great enough to blow up half of the victim's body.

Fortunately, the bullet that had hit the blondehaired lady was from a handgun of the smallest caliber, and it only grazed her, but even so, it still tore off a large piece of flesh from her waist.

Henry poured the crushed anti- inflammatory drugs onto the wound on the blonde lady's waist. The second the drugs touched her wound, her whole body started convulsing.

"All right, all right. It's all alright." Henry pressed down onto the blonde-haired lady's arms and tried comforting her as much as he could.

Her forehead was drenched with sweat. Such pain was not something that ordinary humans could endure.

The short-haired lady kept quiet this time. She just watched her companion with concern.

"Go get me some water, just a little is enough." Henry glanced at the short-haired lady and said.

"Oh, okay." The short-haired lady was stunned for a moment and hurried to the toilet to get some water.

When the short-haired lady returned with a basin of clean water, she saw that Henry had tied the blonde-haired lady's limbs to the corners of the sofa, while Henry worked on sewing up her wound with a needle.

"We are under limited conditions, this is the most I can do for now. I will tend to the wound, and you help with cleaning away the blood. I can't see clearly with so much blood around the wound." Henry said.

"Okay." The short-haired woman nodded and put down the gun in her hands, then came over to cooperate with Henry.

With Henry's medical skills, it would usually take him 20 minutes to finish sewing up the wound, but in their current environment, and adding to the fact that he was still physically recovering, plus how the violently the blonde-haired lady struggled due to the pain because they did not have any anaesthetics, the whole process lasted for an hour and a half.

When the wound had been completely stitched up, Henry, the short-haired lady, and the blonde- haired lady with her limbs still bound to the sofa, were all dripping in sweat.

However, upon seeing that the blonde-haired lady had stopped bleeding, the short-haired lady let out a sigh of relief.