"Get in the car!"
Rushing into the parking lot, Karl Stemonsen whispered quickly, then took out the key and opened the car door.
Two people provided cover while one pushed their leg-injured companion into the car, and then Karl Stemonsen sat in the driver's seat.
As the car drove out, Mike said in a deep voice, "Captain, Roy's leg is hit. I need to stop the bleeding, drive steadily."
Karl didn't look back, he just said in a deep voice, "How is it?"
"I can hold on and continue moving."
The one named Roy looked at his wound; his thigh close to the back of the knee was shot, but fortunately, the bullet just grazed. As long as the bleeding wasn't too serious, it wasn't too bad. But this spot was too close to the knee, any slight movement would definitely pull the wound, causing significant pain.
"Prince, pace notes!"
