Getting the best from Tarkov

When she opened her eyes, it was still pitch black, but the woman felt that it was different from being illuminated on the head or being blind.

At this moment, she vaguely realized that she seemed to be wrapped in something.

At this moment, the woman seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and a trace of distress appeared on her face.

I complained helplessly in my heart: I was clearly awake, so why was I still stuffed into a body bag?

But before the woman could come to her senses, she suddenly heard the sound of a zipper sliding, and then saw that the thing covering her in front of her was lifted up.

Suddenly looking directly at the bright sunlight, the woman felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. She instinctively wanted to cover her eyes with her hands, but when she raised her hands, she found that her lower body was still wrapped with something. She could only squint her eyes and mumbled, "Water..."

"What? What did you say?"

"water..."

"Oh oh oh, wait a minute." After saying that, Liao Fan stood up and took out one of the few water bags from his backpack.

Gently tearing open the gap, Liao Fan carefully poured the water into the woman's slightly open lips.

Feeling a cool breeze touching her lips, the thirsty woman instinctively began to suck.

Seeing that the woman fell asleep again after drinking the water, Liao Fan felt helpless.

He put away the water bag, opened the sleeping bag, untied the bandages on the woman's body, and checked the recovery of her wounds one by one.

This yellow needle is indeed not as good as the green needle.

Three days had passed, and the woman's wound hadn't healed at all. However, the bleeding had stopped.

After re-bandaging the wound, Liao Fan carried the woman on his back again, then packed up the camp and continued walking towards the southeast.

Although he was lost, as long as the compass was working, he would definitely find a small town with a mountain road by heading south.

Even if you can't find the town, if you keep walking slowly eastwards towards the southeast, you will definitely reach the border of China.

After traveling for these days, Liao Fan was no longer worried about being discovered by the group that captured the woman. If the group had been walking towards the east, he estimated that they would be nearly 150 kilometers away.

As Liao Fan was trekking through mountains and rivers, a woman's voice suddenly rang out in his ears: "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I'm your father! And you still ask who I am..."

"Dad, where is this?"

"...Are you okay?" Liao Fan was really scared when he heard the woman's greeting. Maybe the wound was infected and the fever had made her brain confused.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan quickly stopped and touched the woman's forehead with his backhand.

Fortunately, she didn't have a fever. After confirming that the woman was fine, Liao Fan continued on his way, chatting with the woman as he walked.

"Are you okay? Do you believe everything I say?"

"then who are you?"

"Huh...you can call me hunter."

Somehow, when asked who it was, Liao Fan suddenly remembered the question that Masao Okayani asked him in the bar, and he said this name inexplicably.

"Hunter? Hunter? Where is this?"

"Don't you remember? This is northern Myanmar, a magical continent. So, why are you here? ...Hmm? I was asking you a question, why are you silent?"

Seeing that the woman didn't answer, Liao Fan turned his head and saw that she was unconscious again.

Ignoring the woman, Liao Fan continued walking forward.

On the way, Liao Fan would stop to rest. Although the intensity of the journey was not high, Liao Fan was still a little worried about the woman's injuries.

Fortunately, the yellow needle still had some effect, and the hemostatic agent produced by Tarkov was really effective. I carried it all the way and it didn't bleed at all.

He walked until the sun set, and then Liao Fan began to repeat the work he had been doing for half a month: laying waterproof mats, putting out sleeping bags, digging smokeless stoves, and making fire.

Because he didn't know the exact location at the moment, Liao Fan still didn't dare to light a fire and cook openly. So even though it was very troublesome, Liao Fan still insisted on using a dagger to dig the smokeless stove.

After finishing the work, Liao Fan just opened the can of saury and put it on the grill iron plate when he heard some sounds like rats scratching the wall coming from the sleeping bag behind him.

I turned around and opened the sleeping bag, only to see a delicate face appear at the opening. Of course, I had to manually ignore the resentful expression on that face.

Seeing the woman wake up, Liao Fan seemed not to notice her expression. He turned back and stared at the saury on the iron plate, but he took the initiative to ask, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

"Well, what do you want to ask?"

"Wound."

"It hurts, but it's much better than it was at the beginning. Did you bandage it for me?"

"Yes, what else?"

"...Thank you, but how did you rescue me? I remember I was found by a group of drug dealers."

"Are those guys drug dealers? That makes sense."

"What did you say?" The woman asked with some confusion when she heard Liao Fan muttering beside her.

"Nothing, what's your name?"

"My name is Mao Youyou, what's yours?"

"Didn't I tell you to call me hunter?"

"Tsk, who are you trying to fool? You haven't even told me how you rescued me."

"Before I answer you, you must first tell me how you fell into their hands."

Mao Youyou hesitated for a moment when he heard Liao Fan's question.

He looked at Liao Fan's clothes, then at the smokeless stove and barbecue tray on the ground, but ultimately did not answer.

However, just when Liao Fan thought Mao Youyou was not going to continue the conversation, he heard her suddenly say, "There was a traitor in my team. They killed all my teammates. I was badly injured and was caught when I tried to escape."

"Are you mercenaries? A secret service? Or border police?"

After asking, seeing that Mao Youyou was silent again, Liao Fan had no choice but to continue fiddling with the canned fish on the baking tray.

After a while, when Liao Fan was about to pick up the canned food and eat it, he heard a weak voice behind him: "I want some too."

Looking down at the wounds on Mao Youyou's body, Liao Fan was finally defeated by the other party's slightly resentful eyes. He reached out and took out a torn piece of individual rations from his bag.

This kind of individual ration contains a lot of things. Liao Fan just opened the biscuits inside and fed them to Mao Youyou.

In fact, this individual ration can meet a person's food needs for a whole day.

It contains not only compressed biscuits, but also high-calorie chocolate and nuts, and the staple food is some canned food or self-heating meals.

Not only that, individual soldier rations are also equipped with energy drink powder. I even heard that the US military's individual soldier rations also include cigarettes and chewing gum.

With the help of Liao Fan, Mao Youyou leaned against a big tree and began to fiddle with the various packaging bags of rations skillfully, without any sense of unfamiliarity at all.

Seeing this scene, Liao Fan became even more curious about the woman's identity.

Silently, the two of them quietly finished their various dinners. Mao Youyou probably just recovered. After the previous ordeal, she had almost no energy left, so she had already curled up in her sleeping bag to rest.

As usual, Liao Fan strung together the empty cans with a thin string and strung them around the entire camp.

Time passed quickly. In the second half of the night, when Liao Fan was leaning against a tree trunk and dozing off with his eyes closed, he vaguely felt that something seemed to be watching him from the northwest.

Liao Fan, who had not really fallen asleep, was immediately awakened by the feeling of being spied on. But before Liao Fan could determine where the feeling came from, he suddenly felt a chill running up from his tailbone.

Before his brain could react, his body moved first. Instinctively, Liao Fan fell straight to the right.

Just as Liao Fan leaned to the right, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder. At the same time, he heard the sound of a bullet hitting wood beside his left ear, and a lot of wood chips flew onto his face.

Liao Fan was all too familiar with this feeling. There was no doubt that he had been shot.