Trickster Hunter.

Chapter 160: Crazy Hunter

The seemingly blunt sickle blade cut through the anti-cut combat uniform without any hindrance, leaving a bloody wound on Huangfu Sha's waist so deep that her internal organs could be seen. However, Huangfu Sha endured the severe pain, pointed the muzzle of the gun directly at the opponent, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!
The sound of bullets tearing flesh could be heard, and blood gushed out from the back of the female hunter. Even if Huangfu Sha's shots did not hit the opponent's heart, they must have pierced the opponent's lungs... Generally speaking, if a human suffers such an injury, even if he does not die immediately, he will lose his ability to fight. However, this female hunter acted as if nothing had happened. She pushed Huangfu Sha to the ground and rode on her, waving the small sickle in her hand and cutting Huangfu Sha's throat!
Huangfu Sha subconsciously covered her throat with her hands, but the hot blood continued to flow out from between her fingers. Just when the female hunter wanted to swing the sickle again, a dull gunshot like thunder rang through the neighborhood.

Sun Hang put down the sniper rifle in his hand, glanced at the female hunter who was still riding on Huangfu Sha but whose upper body had been shot to pieces by the anti-material sniper rifle, and turned to the fisherman and said, "Hurry up and save her."

"Ah...Oh!" The fisherman was stunned at first, then rushed into the room hurriedly, kicked the remains of the hunter woman aside, and took out the first aid kit he carried with him.

"Hemostatic gel...Damn it, where is the hemostatic gel? Who brought hemostatic gel!" the fisherman shouted.

"I have one here!" Yano quickly took out a spray can from his bag and handed it over.

The fisherman took the can, shook it vigorously a few times, and then sprayed it on Huangfu Sha's bleeding wound.

The white spray quickly solidified into a gel after coming into contact with the wound, and the bleeding gradually stopped, but Huangfu Sha's condition did not improve at all - her breathing began to become rapid and her face became paler.

"You can't just spray it directly like this!" Yano said quickly, "Her throat is injured. The gel will block her trachea while stopping the bleeding!"

"Let me do it!" Yano pushed the fisherman away and took out a pair of surgical scissors and two hemostatic forceps from the first aid kit.

"Have you studied medicine?" the fisherman asked.

"I haven't learned it, but I have dissected more living people than you have dated girls!" Yano said without raising his head.

“Uh… I have been solo since I was born…” the fisherman scratched his head.

"Then just ignore what I said!" Yano said unhappily, "Do you have a clean tube? Like a disposable straw or something like that?"

"Pipe? Where can I find this thing now?" The fisherman looked around in confusion.

"Use this." Sun Hang took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, unscrewed the pen tip and tail, pulled out the refill, and handed the remaining pen tube to Yano.

"That's fine!" Yano's hands were steady. He used surgical scissors to once again cut open the blood clots and gel stuck to Huangfu Sha's wound, then inserted the pen tube into the trachea, and finally sprayed a layer of hemostatic gel on the outside.

"Adrenaline." Yano stretched out his hand, and the fisherman hurriedly placed a syringe in his palm.

After the hormones were injected into Huangfusha's veins, her condition improved instantly, and her pupils, which had been somewhat dilated, gradually returned to normal.

"Is this... rescued? Or is it a last gasp?" the fisherman couldn't help asking.

"It depends on luck. If the blood that got into her trachea doesn't clot and block it, then she can still be saved." Yano's palms were stained with blood. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his relatively clean hand and sat on the ground dejectedly, "Otherwise..."

He didn't continue, but the implication was clear.

"Damn it, what's going on?" The fisherman walked to the hunter's body, of which only two-thirds were left, and turned it over. "This guy... has he completely turned into a monster? Or has he just turned into a corpse?" "The equipment did not detect any abnormal memetic frequency... Logically speaking, her infection process should still be within the safe threshold..." Yano said.

"Safety threshold?! Are you kidding? Didn't you see it just now? This guy didn't say a word and just pounced on us like a mad dog. How can this be safe?" the fisherman shouted, "Even those Anglo-Saxons wouldn't hate us so much, right?"

"Then I don't know... Anyway, this is the result of the test." Yano collected some corpse samples from the ground and put them into the equipment. "Look, the result is still the same, three green lights, which means that her infection process is very stable..."

"Yano, didn't you tell me before that you couldn't feel her emotions?"

"Ah."

"I think... her body may not be affected, but her mental state may not be normal." Sun Hang said, "Do you remember the survivors mentioned in the intelligence provided by Tianshu Tower?"

"Survivors?" The fisherman turned his head and asked, "Are you talking about the survivors of the fourth group of hunters who landed on the island?"

"No, they are the survivors who fled back to Xiazhou Continent after the accident more than a hundred years ago." Sun Hang said, "They all have mental problems. In short, they are all crazy."

"You're talking about this. I have some impression of it." The fisherman muttered, "I glanced at the report, but didn't pay much attention to it."

"Yano, have you ever tried to use your ability to sense the emotions of a madman?" Sun Hang asked again.

"Tried." Yano nodded solemnly.

"How does it feel?"

"Some are emotionally confused, some are extremely paranoid, and some..." Yano paused for a moment and looked at the bloody remains on the ground, "Just like her, they are like a pool of stagnant water."

"You mean, this guy is crazy?" the fisherman asked in astonishment.

"Yeah." Sun Hang nodded.

"This woman is one of the Ansa hunters." The fisherman said as he crushed a small piece of scalp next to his foot with the sole of his shoe. A tuft of blood-stained golden hair was still stuck to the scalp. "I don't know what the other hunters are like now. I don't know if she was abandoned here or ran away secretly... Damn it, why does the data in the bracelet have to be taken back to the research institute to be decrypted?"

Sun Hang took off the bracelet on the wrist of the corpse and walked to the other torso - this torso came from a male hunter. The parts above the chest and below the waist were cut off. The cut was very smooth, as if it had been cut off by some sharp weapon.

The corpse has no arms, so naturally there is no hunter bracelet to be found.

However, judging from the skin color, the hunter of death should also be an Anglo-Saxon.

His chest was cut open by the crazy female hunter with a small sickle, and his internal organs were messed up.

(End of this chapter)