Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Choose to claim the task reward.

Then a backpack suddenly hit An Ran's leg.

It still hurts a little.

An Ran quickly glanced at the equipment description—

A jetpack can be used for short-distance, low-altitude flight by using jet propulsion.

Armor level: 15/15

Energy: 50/50

Fixed speed: 0～20

Load capacity: 0～150KG

The energy of 50 is maintained for approximately 25 minutes at rated power.

The green-quality jetpack cannot fly upwards; it can only serve as a cushioning device for descent. In contrast, this small blue jetpack has an ideal flight altitude of around 200 meters.

It can't compare to those large jetpacks that can fly long distances at high altitudes.

But that's exactly what Anran wants now.

As the off-road vehicle sped over a small hill, the Grand Canyon came into view.

Although it is called a canyon, it is actually a rift valley with a maximum depth of more than 400 meters.

It's impossible for an off-road vehicle to fly over there.

“There’s still time to park!” Heloise shouted.

She fired another shot.

Unfortunately, her marksmanship was mediocre, and she missed again, failing to complete several rounds.

An Ran took both hands off the steering wheel.

Keep your foot on the accelerator.

Take the backpack containing the tool kit off, and then quickly put on the jetpack.

It also pulled at the wound on my side, causing a sharp pain.

He grinned, picked up the bag he had just taken off, and his eyes sharpened.

The seat was covered in her blood; her wounds had not been properly treated. An Ran's face was as pale as paper, and she even began to feel dizzy.

But, right before our eyes...

Boom boom—

The off-road vehicle leaped over a rock and took off.

An Ran released the accelerator, pushed off the ground with her foot, and quickly jumped up.

"Stop dreaming! I'd rather jump off from here and die than stop the car!!!"

She grabbed her backpack and sprinted off.

This is full of money, I'm not letting go of it no matter what!

Jump forward.

"..."

Heloise, riding on the motorcycle, was slightly stunned. And the resolute Xiao Anran?

There are such spirited people in Jiuge too.

She also missed the brief opportunity to fire on An Ran's back.

Then, Anran and the off-road vehicle disappeared into the ravine.

"brake--"

The motorcycle stopped at the edge of the rift valley.

Heloise's long legs trod on the solid ground, the wind blowing against her body and lifting a corner of her clothes.

And just like that, another member of Jiuge was taken down, but it still feels a bit like a missed opportunity...

Ok?

Heloise's eyes widened suddenly.

About several dozen meters away from her, a figure, somewhat indistinct in the evening mist, was rolling around.

Isn't that the outfit and appearance of An Ran, whom I've been chasing?

The backpack she was carrying on her back was emitting white gas, and she was slowly falling in an unbalanced state.

"..."

I'm shooting—

Heloise was so angry that she immediately pulled out her gun.

She explained why An Ran suddenly made such a bold statement about preferring to jump; it turned out she had planned it all along.

"Bang bang bang!"

Heloise fired three shots in quick succession.

One of the shots grazed An Ran's left thigh.

The already injured thigh became even more miserable.

While still figuring out how to operate the jetpack, An Ran frantically tried to control her body as it flew diagonally downwards.

It hurt so much! If Heloise had hit her just a little higher, she would have been hit on the butt.

An Ran turned back and glared at Heloise, who was equally furious.

You just wait and see, you'll get 15 experience points.

If I hadn't been injured today, I would have fought you for three hundred rounds!

Just wait until I get back to get my revenge!

"boom!"

It hurts!

An Ran subconsciously touched her right thigh, and was hit again.

She quickly fled downhill.

Chapter 13 You're such a clever little devil!

After passing through the hazy fog, although the echoing gunshots could still be heard in the canyon, the aimless, haphazard shooting no longer managed to hit An Ran's buttocks.

She swayed and fell for more than ten seconds before finally seeing a protruding stone platform.

If they went any further down, they would probably land near Morning Star Outpost, so Anran quickly steered her flight pack to land.

Kick.

Both feet landed on the ground.

The jetpack's power also stopped instantly.

The pain in her thighs and sides made An Ran's legs go weak, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

Fortunately, he was holding a backpack in front of him, so his head didn't hit the ground.

She rubbed her messy hair, hugged her backpack, and shrank back, hiding herself in the recessed rock wall.

In this way, Heloise, who was standing on top, could no longer see her.

Ouch—that hurts—

The pain became even more intense after I calmed down.

The clothes stained red looked dirty and it was a bit unpleasant.

Fortunately, Anran still had a powerful recovery set [Blue] that she hadn't claimed.

"receive!"

Another large first-aid kit suddenly crashed down on the tool bag in front of An Ran.

The sky-blue medicine box has a red cross painted in the middle.

An Ran immediately opened the box.

Disinfectant, hemostatic agents, recovery agents, bandages, anti-inflammatory drugs—the room was filled with bottles and jars.

It's a very scientifically designed recovery kit.

However, after reading the drug's effects description, Anran felt that this was very unscientific.

At least in the world she lived in before she transmigrated, she had never heard of such an amazing recovery medicine.

To clean a wound, the first thing to do is, of course, take off your clothes!

The wound was covered by clothes and bloodstains; how could I treat it without taking off my clothes?

Even in the deserted rift valley, An Ran still felt somewhat ashamed.

Fortunately, the bag she was carrying, along with her jetpack and first-aid kit, was over a meter high and quite wide when stacked together, which served as a convenient barrier in front of her.

After taking off her coat and bulletproof vest, An Ran was left wearing only a sweaty vest that clung tightly to her body.

The wound on the side of the waist was not large, but it was quite deep; Röntgen's knife was surprisingly sharp.

Then Anran pulled her pants down to her knees and began tending to the gunshot wounds on both sides of her thighs.

The trenches carved out by the bullets were even somewhat symmetrical, which An Ran could only see by twisting her body.

If the wound were a little higher up, it would have touched her panties.

However, some blood still got on it.