American Comics: The Law of Strength

Chapter 109: Shaken

The vast desert stretches to the horizon, and the dunes stretch like waves.

The sun was hot and shining on the sand, but a scarlet mist rose and fluttered in the wind on the desert.

Wanda sluggishly followed the army in an unknown direction, she turned her head slightly, and the sight she saw made her tremble.

It has burned out, only scorched black frame military vehicles remain, mutilated corpses lying on the ground, and streets full of potholes and debris...

Desperately covering his mouth, Wanda resisted the desire to gag.

It was a beautiful ambush, and at least according to Peter, such an outcome was pleasant enough.

Indeed, the execution of this ambush was almost perfect, and ten minutes ago, when the convoy arrived at the intended location, Peter used Starlight's ability to directly create an EMP-like effect, and five Humvee M1116s were forced to stop in their ambush circle.

One of the vehicles was hit by mortar the moment it stopped, the rest were suppressed by fire, and a second convoy, about a five-minute drive away, was trapped.

Wanda even saw Tony Stark abandon the car in embarrassment to escape, almost climbing out of the Humvee, lying behind rocks on the side of the road to avoid danger.

The thought of wanting to kill him immediately took over her mind, but the promise she made to Peter made her clench her fists, at least... I want him to experience once, the treatment that he and his brother have experienced...

Almost at the same time as the thought was born, a mortar shell fell in front of Tony, and before Wanda could react, the shell exploded, raising a cloud of dust, and the smoke and dust stopped in the air, and slowly dispersed for a long time.

The shining silver shrapnel instantly enveloped Tony Stark's body, like a shimmering light veil, carrying him sharply backwards, and slammed into the boulder he originally used to protect his body.

Then the fine shrapnel "clanged" and spilled on the ground, forming a humanoid trace around Tony.

But what Wanda felt for the first time was not a surprise, and even this emotion and happiness or joy were not at all.

It's not that she doesn't want to see Tony die, the reason why she risked her life, even if she put down her self-esteem to ask her "brother" to forcibly integrate into her family by money, is just to be able to prepare for future revenge.

After all, she and her brother are ordinary people, let alone killing Tony Stark, one of the richest people in the world, it is even more difficult to meet him, and if they do not seize this opportunity, they will probably have to carry banners and participate in parades for the rest of their lives to carry out almost meaningless protests.

If Tony had died in front of her at this moment, although Peter's plan would have been ruined, their revenge would have been completed ahead of schedule, and she should have expected the ironic end of Tony's death in the bomb produced by his own company, but she couldn't be happy, and even hoped that Tony would not die so easily.

Wanda didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment, but looked at Tony struggling to tear the collar of his suit to check his injuries, and the protective suit under the suit was full of holes, even the strongest part of the protective suit was already studded with shrapnel, and under the protective suit, a little blood was staining Tony's white shirt.

Probably unable to bear the status quo, Tony simply lost consciousness, of course, it may be because of the severity of his injuries, but he was already the lightest injury in their entire team.

The American soldiers who were directly killed at the beginning can be considered very lucky, they hardly feel any pain, and they may not even realize that they are dead at the last moment of their lives.

None of the soldiers who followed were so lucky.

Some of them were blown off their legs, lying on the ground and wailing, some were hit by bullets in the artery, lying on the ground curled up into a ball, covering their wounds with bloodstained hands, convulsing and waiting for death, and some were directly engulfed in flames when they shouted for support to the radio, and turned into a fireball together with the people and cars.

And a soldier was blown directly in front of Wanda, to be precise, the upper half of this soldier.

He lay in front of Wanda, bloodied, and the broken part of his body was a blurry cut in the flesh and blood that had been blown up.

It sounded impossible, but he was still blinking, his fingers scratching in the sand, and he seemed unwilling to accept his death.

Wanda opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, she sat down sharply, limbs together and fell back, only to stop when she bumped into her brother.

And Pietro was also pale, except that unlike his sister, who had no master, he instinctively carried out the task that Peter had given him before the action, his fingers quickly tapping letters on the mobile phone hidden in the clothes, and then sending the message.

Then he picked up his sister and tried to get a little further away from the battlefield.

Only then did Wanda vaguely realize why she couldn't be happy that her wish came true.

Because the number of lives involved in the prelude to this "revenge" has made her question whether all she has done is worth it.

Even if she kept telling herself that this operation was not planned by her, and that this operation was not carried out for her revenge, it would not help.

She couldn't help but ask herself, could she really take revenge on Tony Stark at all costs? Sacrificing several, dozens, or even hundreds of lives just to kill Tony Stark? Just for revenge?

I can't...

Wanda came to the conclusion almost instantly, even if it was the lives of these terrorists who were sacrificed, even after seeing the atrocities of these people, she still could not do so when she wanted to send them into the meat grinder with her own hands.

Can I really give everything for this revenge?

Wanda's heart faltered.

And after the ambush ended perfectly, and the ambush troops who had completed the mission goal began to retreat, Wanda saw a scene that shocked her even more.

When the ambush force set out, their team was full of more than a dozen vehicles, and the troops walking behind the car were also a dense group, and Raza sent enough men to strengthen the company in order to ensure that the ambush could go smoothly, plus Zaina and several other subordinate troops, their number was nearly two hundred people, but at this time, back to the city, several trucks were almost empty, and the number of people who returned was less than half when they started.

No... After Wanda roughly counted, he found that there were not even eighty people who returned, which still counted a lot of wounded soldiers.

In particular, the unit that was ordered to drag Captain America was almost unreliant, probably realizing that their real targets were her childhood sweetheart and best friend Tony, Sharon barely spared a hand, she almost single-handedly emptied half of the ambush team's manpower, and the reason why Sharon's troops were still able to retreat was entirely because Sharon was anxious to support her friends and had no time to pursue them.

Wanda closed her eyes in pain, but the appearance of the soldier who was still struggling to survive with only half of his body appeared in front of him, but his face changed to the appearance of Pietro.

"Hmm!"

Wanda suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her brother who was holding her, her hands desperately grabbing her brother's wrists, but the pain in her heart became more and more acute.

"Bang bang! Bang bang! "

Wanda felt her heart throb violently, as if she had been bitten from the inside.

Buzzing in her ears, she could sense what her brother was saying to her, but she ignored the mood.

For the first time in her life, her determination to take revenge was shaken.

The speeding personnel carrier truck sped along the path, the entire body rattled as if it was about to fall apart in the next second, and the few wounded in the car couldn't stop moaning, and more of the wounded had turned into corpses.

Wanda's gaze stared blankly at the lives that were about to die, only feeling that her current feelings were so illusory, as if she was watching a first-person movie, until she saw a young soldier...

It is actually not quite accurate to say that it is a teenager, looking at the boy's age and her new brother is the same age, but fifteen or sixteen years old, but his skin is much rougher, but his eyes are very clear, his eyes are very similar to Pietro's eyes, only at this time those eyes are narrowing painfully, there is an inconspicuous small hole in his thigh, blood is flowing continuously along the hole, he is clutching the wound with one hand, trying to stop the blood from flowing, while the other hand is clutching his weapon.

For some reason, Wanda suddenly gave birth to some strength, she pulled away Pietro's hand, tried to maintain her balance in the bumps of the car, walked in front of the young soldier in three steps and two steps, and tore a white cloth from her shirt with a brush, wanting to bandage the teenager's wound.

Although Pietro couldn't understand this, he still cooperated with his sister and tried to provide some help to the teenager, he took out the kettle from his backpack, and according to the first aid course in his memory, first fed the teenager to drink, and then rinsed the wound on the teenager's leg, but he forgot whether to rinse the wound to see the location of the wound or to disinfect it, and finally had to finish what he could do first.

Peter sat at the end of the truck, calmly watching the first aid of the brother and sister, while Zaina also sat on the sidelines, watching coldly.

They looked at each other, and although they didn't understand the language, they both read each other's eyes.

At this time, the troop carrier truck finally arrived at Zaina's camp, and because Raza was afraid that his base would be exposed, he chose to have all the ambush troops stationed there, and then transferred Tony Stark alone.

As soon as the car stopped, there was a roar from outside the car.

"Stop! You're going to kill him!" "

A thin middle-aged man got into the truck at the same time, he held his glasses, one hand protected the head that no longer had few hairs, and quickly walked to the young soldier, he threw a heavy cloth bag next to Wanda, and then took out a flashlight and threw it into Wanda's hand.

"You take pictures wherever I point, understand?"

The middle-aged man first explained in English, and when he saw Wanda stunned in place, he immediately repeated it in Pashto, and then Wanda replied in English like a dream, "Understood." "

I saw that the middle-aged man first took out a bag containing transparent liquid from the bag and inserted the needle, then took the kettle in Pietro's hand, cleaned the boy's arms and his hands a little, and then pierced the silver-white fine needle, and then hung the bag casually on the roof of the truck.

Then the middle-aged man stared at the wound of the young soldier and said with a sigh:

"The wound is in the femoral artery, I can't see it, it's now indenting into the pelvis..."

He turned to Pietro with a serious face.

"If I want to save him, I have to find the femoral artery and stop the bleeding for him, but he has lost a lot of blood, I can't inject him with morphine, it will stop this child's heartbeat, I need you to hold his hands to prevent him from moving, and Ling..."

The middle-aged man looked at Wanda.

"I need you to help me open his wound and press his thigh, can you do that?"

Wanda's eyes finally regained some radiance, and she put the flashlight in her mouth and nodded firmly.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything more, he took out the tourniquet and a series of necessary supplies from his backpack and spread them in front of him, and then gestured to the two with his eyes and directly enlarged the boy's wound with a knife.

"Uh-oh!!"

The boy immediately screamed, but this time Wanda did not feel pain because of the teenager's painful cry, but became more and more determined to fulfill the middle-aged man's instructions.

We can save him!

For some reason, Wanda wanted to save the teenager's life so much, as if nothing else mattered.

The middle-aged man simply stuffed his whole hand into the wound after enlarging it.

Looking directly at this bloody scene made Wanda almost crush the flashlight in her mouth, but she did not close her eyes this time, but firmly let the light of the flashlight shoot directly at the teenager's wound.

Although only a few seconds passed, the boy was so painful that he lost his voice and could only gasp like a bellows.

At this time, the middle-aged man finally made progress.

"I touched it! I found the artery! "

The middle-aged man picked up the hemostatic forceps and operated carefully, Wanda only felt that her heart was beating so fast, she stared at the wound that should have made her fearful, but now the arterial blood vessels that the middle-aged man withdrew from the wound made her extremely excited.

"Good, we're done!"

The middle-aged man was also very excited, but a deep voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Doctor, come right now, Tony Stark needs you to start treatment immediately!"

The middle-aged man nodded quickly.

"Okay, no problem! I only need five points..."

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's movements suddenly froze, but his steady hands began to tremble at this time, and the arterial blood vessels that had been clamped by hemostatic forceps also retracted silently.

Wanda's eyes widened, looking at Raza standing behind the truck, at the smoking pistol in his hand, and finally at the extra blood hole in the teenager's chest.

"I say now!"

The middle-aged man silently put the surgical instruments back into his bag, nodded slightly to Wanda and Pietro, and then followed Raza away without looking back.

Wanda looked at the boy's body in amazement, not knowing what she saw from him.

After a long time, she brushed her hand over the boy's rough face, closed her clear eyes, broke open the boy's clutched left hand, and took the rifle.

It was a very old and worn-out rifle, probably a lap older than a teenager, but every part of it was wiped and maintained extremely smoothly.

And the bayonet of the spearhead was shiny enough to be used as a mirror, and in that bayonet, Wanda saw her face.

Her face was streaked with sand and stray bullets at some point, and scarlet tears were hanging from her cheeks, all the way down her cheeks.

(End of chapter)