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Chapter 1366: Save a Black Continent Boss

Chapter 1367: Save the Black Continent Boss
He stared at Qin Hao's bloody sleeves, then looked at Charlie who was roughly but neatly wrapping a strip of cloth around his fractured part to try to stop the bleeding, and a hoarse and broken voice came out of his throat: "Thank you, thank you."
"Damn it! Old man, hold on! Your arm... Ugh, you're in big trouble."

He looked at Qin Hao, his blue eyes showing a rare solemnity, "The bleeding is hard to stop, the bone may have poked a blood vessel."

Qin Hao didn't say anything. He just reached out and gently but steadily pressed the wound on the old man's forehead that was still bleeding, applying continuous pressure. His eyes fell on the black briefcase that the old man was still holding tightly. The bag was torn open, and some documents were scattered inside.

Some of the pages were trampled and torn badly, but some eye-catching words could still be vaguely seen:

"Dissolution of Marriage Agreement"

"Voluntary Surrender"

“One-time compensation”

"Effective immediately, we will sever our relationship"

The elegant name at the end of the letter was heavily smeared with ink, making it almost unrecognizable, but the signature next to it was extremely clear and powerful - Abdul Zahir
This is clearly a contract and compensation agreement regarding the termination of some kind of engagement.

Qin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly. It seems that it is not a simple matter for an old man who is carrying such documents and traveling alone to be violently robbed.

The old man seemed to be aware of Qin Hao's gaze. He gasped with difficulty, looked at Qin Hao with bloodshot eyes, and moved his lips. His voice was weak but had a strange penetrating power:

"It's okay if the file is destroyed."

He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, with endless fatigue and a hint of relief?

"My little granddaughter doesn't like it to be forced upon her."

He began to cough violently. Every time he coughed, his injured left arm would be strained, causing violent spasms and painful groans. Cold sweat mixed with blood rolled down his forehead.

"Save your energy and don't talk!"

Qin Hao said in a deep voice, the pressure on his hands remained steady. He glanced at the torn agreement, and had some guesses about the identity and experience of this old man. In order to resist an unpleasant engagement for his granddaughter, he handled it secretly alone, but encountered misfortune. This stubborn kindness is moving and sighing.

Charlie also saw the contents of the document. He curled his lips and muttered in a low voice:
"Tsk, child marriage? What era is this? You are still so fashionable, old man. You come and tear up the contract yourself? How tough!"

Getting closer and closer, there was a uniform, heavy and powerful sound with metal heels hitting the ground!
despair!despair!despair!despair!
A dozen tall figures in uniform black combat uniforms, fully armed, wearing tactical helmets and dark goggles, rushed in quickly in battle formation like killing machines cast from steel molds! Their movements were swift, precise, and silent, with only the sound of boots hitting the ground hitting everyone's nerves. The black hole weapons were not pointed at anyone intentionally, but the cold metal light and the iron-blooded aura emanating from them, which could only be tempered after experiencing a real bloody battlefield, made the temperature of the entire hall drop sharply!
The commander in the lead was particularly burly, and his steps were as steady as a rock. His sharp eyes were like a searchlight, penetrating the dark lenses of his goggles and immediately locked onto the core of the mess - the old man lying on the ground.

The moment his eyes met the old man's blood-stained face and saw the twisted left arm, the commander, who was as strong as cast iron, suddenly froze!
It was as if he was hit hard by an invisible hammer. On his face, which was mostly covered by goggles and had lines as hard as rock, all the coldness, all the vigilance, all the hard shell of professionalism collapsed in a thousandth of a second. A violent storm of emotions called "horror" and "incredible" clearly tore apart all his expression control.
He even forgot the mission he was performing, forgot to maintain his alert formation, and subconsciously took a sudden step forward!
"Old.Boss?!"

A cry of surprise with a changed tone came out of his throat, and the voice was trembling violently, completely losing its usual calmness and majesty, leaving only a kind of fear that was almost soul-destroying. The sound was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap, clearly falling into the ears of Qin Hao and Charlie.

boss? !
Qin Hao's hand pressing on the wound on the old man's forehead did not move at all, but his eyes suddenly became extremely deep and sharp, like a deep pool, instantly locking onto the out-of-control commander.

Charlie also paused in wrapping the cloth. He raised his head suddenly, his blue eyes widened, filled with shock and a sense of absurdity that "I knew it wasn't that simple."

The old man lying on the ground, Abdul Zahir, seemed not surprised by the title.

The severe pain made his brows furrowed, and his facial muscles twitched slightly, but his cloudy eyes flashed with a trace of expected fatigue and a subtle sense of majesty belonging to a superior. He tilted his head very slightly with great difficulty, and glanced at the commander who stood in front of him like a petrified man.

"Aari?"

The old man's voice was extremely hoarse, and every syllable was trembling with pain, but it contained an unquestionable power.
"What are you arguing about?" He panted, and each breath seemed unusually heavy.
"My personal doctor, Carlos, please call him over immediately." The tone of command did not allow for any objection.

"Yes! Boss! Right now! Immediately!"

Commander Ali seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He stood up straight and almost shouted in response, his voice still trembling uncontrollably. He turned around abruptly and gave orders into the tactical headset in a tone that was almost roaring, but extremely clear and fast, as fast as a bullet:

"Eagle's Nest! Eagle's Nest! Confirm the target! Repeat, confirm the target! Highest priority! The boss is seriously injured! Open fracture of the left arm, head trauma and bleeding! Coordinates: Area A of the arrival hall of Orbasha International Airport! Dispatch the medical team immediately! Doctor Carlos! Authorize the use of all emergency passages! Quick! Quick! Quick!"

As the order was given, the atmosphere of the entire Black Continent security team instantly became extremely tense.

Several team members quickly occupied key positions and established a tight security circle, with the cold muzzles of their weapons pointed vigilantly toward the periphery and their sharp eyes scanning every direction that might pose a threat.

The other two team members pounced on the groaning thugs on the ground as swiftly as cheetahs. They subdued, handcuffed and dragged them away from the scene with rough but extremely efficient movements. The whole process took no more than ten seconds, showing astonishing professionalism.

After dealing with all this, Commander Ali took a deep breath, tried to calm the turmoil in his heart, and turned to the old man again.

He took off his tactical helmet and goggles, revealing a typical black face with a full forehead, high cheekbones, and some fear in the depths of his eyes, but more of it was steely loyalty and an almost devout awe.

He walked quickly to the old man and knelt down on one knee, moving as quietly as possible, as if he was afraid of disturbing the other person.

"boss"

Ali's voice became low, full of remorse and concern.
"We are late."

His eyes swept over the old man's tragic injuries, especially the broken bones that pierced his sleeves. The corners of his eyes twitched violently, and huge regret and anger almost swallowed him up. He couldn't imagine what would happen if something really happened to his boss.
The old man Abdul didn't look at him. The severe pain and dizziness caused by blood loss were constantly attacking his will. He closed his eyes, accumulating the last bit of strength, and then, with difficulty, he turned his eyes and looked at the two young men beside him.

An oriental man, with a calm face and deep eyes, his hand pressing on the wound on his forehead was as steady as a rock, his sleeves stained with his own blood. A blond and blue-eyed man, not like a black man, still had a little cynicism on his face, but his bandaging action revealed urgency and real concern.

Deep in the old man's cloudy eyes, that sharp light gathered again, like a beacon penetrating the fog. He opened his mouth, and every breath involved his broken arm, bringing piercing pain, making his voice even more broken, but it was extremely clear to Qin Hao and Charlie:

"As for you two."

The air seemed to freeze. Abdul's words were like a huge rock hanging in the air, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

Commander Ali raised his head suddenly, his eyes as sharp as a knife, and instantly swept over Qin Hao and Charlie. His body was tense, like a cheetah ready to go, and the instinct to protect the boss overwhelmed everything.

These two young men were very skilled and their origins were unknown. When their boss was so weak, Ali's muscles bulged and his fingers subconsciously bent slightly, moving closer to the weapon at his waist.

"Boss, they."

Ali's voice was low and full of undisguised wariness.

Qin Hao's hand on the old man's forehead wound did not move at all, his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any ripples.
Charlie subconsciously licked his cracked lips, his blue eyes mixed with vigilance, curiosity and

"Boss, Carlos is on the way!"

Ali knelt on one knee beside the old man, speaking in a very low voice, with an almost pious attitude.

"The medical team will be here soon! Please hold on a little longer!"

However, those cloudy eyes were still stubbornly open, with their focus firmly on Qin Hao and Charlie.
"Old man! Save your energy! Close your eyes and rest for a while! The doctor will be here soon!"

Charlie looked at the old man's miserable state and became anxious.
The sound of rapid and precise footsteps came again, breaking the brief stagnation.

A team of people in dark green uniforms, moving as swiftly as the wind, pushed two stretchers and several heavy black medical kits and entered the scene like precise gears. The leader was a thin middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with meticulously combed hair. He was the one Abdul had specifically requested.

Carlos, the personal doctor
Carlos's eyes immediately fell on Abdul. The tragic injury caused his pupils behind his glasses to shrink suddenly.

But there was no panic on his face, only a kind of almost cold concentration and efficiency. He didn't even look at Qin Hao and Charlie, as if they were transparent background boards;

"Boss, sorry we are late."

Carlos' voice was as steady as a scalpel cutting through the skin.
"This is an emergency, I need to handle it immediately. Ali, clear the area! All unnecessary people, move five meters back!"

He spoke very quickly, with an unquestionable tone of command;
Ali immediately waved
Several black-suited team members were like silent shadows, quickly expanding the security circle, completely separating the passengers who were looking around and the airport security personnel who were late, forming an airtight human wall. The solemn atmosphere spread again.

Carlos squatted down and checked Abdul's injuries gently but quickly.

He first quickly pressed the wound on his forehead with sterile gauze, then his eyes fell on the most difficult part of his left arm. Seeing the pale bone stubble that pierced through the clothes and the blood that kept oozing out, his brows knitted tightly.

"Open comminuted fracture, suspected vascular injury. Excessive blood loss, pulse is weak and rapid." Carlos reported the situation quickly, and issued a series of instructions to his assistants: "Prepare a local pressure tourniquet! Inject 5 mg of morphine intravenously! Establish a saline fast channel! Prepare splint fixation! Hurry!"

The assistants immediately started to work like precision instruments. The needle pierced into the blood vessel, the liquid medicine was quickly pushed in, and the cold tourniquet was expertly tied and compressed at the base of Abdul's upper arm. The whole process was so fast that it was dazzling, but it was also well-organized, showing the professionalism of the top medical team.

Under the effect of morphine, Abdul's frown relaxed slightly and his rapid breathing slowed down a little.

But his eyes never left Qin Hao and Charlie.

After Carlos took over, Qin Hao naturally released his hand that was pressing on the old man's forehead and slowly stood up;

His movements were smooth and without any hesitation, as if he was just completing an ordinary task.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the glaring dark red bloodstain on the sleeve of his dark grey hoodie, and frowned slightly.

Charlie also stopped and watched the professional operation of Carlos' team. He whistled softly:

"Wow, a professional team is different. You are lucky, old man."

He shook his bloody hands, looked at Qin Hao, and grinned, revealing his white teeth stained with dust.

"Brother, does this count as a great deed for us?"

Qin Hao ignored him and looked across the scene calmly.

Ali was directing his team to drag away the last two subdued and handcuffed thugs. One of them was the red-haired man who tried to attack him with a piece of glass. At the moment, he was like a puddle of mud with a dazed look in his eyes.

Qin Hao's gaze stayed on the red-haired face for half a second, without any ripples in his deep eyes, and then he moved away.

Dr. Carlos was carefully performing the initial fixation on Abdul's broken arm.

His technique was skillful and steady, and every move was precise to the millimeter, trying to avoid causing secondary damage. Abdul gritted his teeth, cold sweat on his forehead, but he didn't utter a groan of pain, and only steel-like willpower remained in his cloudy eyes. His sight penetrated the busy doctors and assistants, and was still fixed on Qin Hao and Charlie.