Juárez, a warehouse in the suburbs; here is a point for Harris's arms trade.

Qi Yun heard the news of Brother Quan and his team withdrawing over the phone, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"We need a doctor, Niu Da is severely injured, and everyone else is wounded too."

"Alright, I'll arrange it immediately!" Qi Yun quickly replied.

After hanging up, he immediately asked Harris to get several doctors.

The latter dialed a few numbers with a serious expression and said a few words in incomprehensible Spanish.

This is the broker; he mingles with all kinds of people and knows all sorts of connections. Getting a few black-market doctors is no issue.

After putting the phone down, he sighed: "Buddy, the commotion on the island is too big. The helicopter was originally meant to pick people up, but now heavy firepower is being used, and the Coast Guard won't give up."

Qi Yun pulled out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep drag: "Hoo~ Don't panic yet. Let's wait until everyone is back and then figure it out."

Harris nodded, "I'll make arrangements; we must leave Mexico quickly. It's not safe under Uncle Sam's nose."

"Where to?" Qi Yun asked, frowning.

"Guatemala."

....

Half an hour later, Brother Quan and the others arrived at the warehouse, with all eight injured.

Niu Da was the most seriously injured. His abdominal wound had been temporarily treated, but he had lost too much blood. Pale-faced, he was supported by An Zai and Da Pao.

Bingzi had a bullet in his right leg, limping as he walked, with blood soaking through his pant leg.

Chen Wei was shot near the scapula; the bullet was lodged in the muscle, temporarily bandaged to stop the bleeding.

Eagle had grazes on his arm and under his ribs, but they weren't serious...

Just this operation left all of Qi Yun's tough guys injured.

Qi Yun scanned the group and finally took a deep breath: "Well done, the doctors are on their way. Let's treat the wounds first."

As his words fell, the sound of car engines could be heard outside the warehouse, and several men in plain clothes carrying large medical boxes hurried in, led by Harris's men.

Without unnecessary communication, they immediately began to examine the wounded, especially focusing on Niu Da's injuries.

"Blood pressure is very low; it's early stage hypovolemic shock. We need immediate surgery to remove the shrapnel."

After the doctor spoke, the assistant immediately began preparing surgical tools.

Pausing for a moment, he turned to Harris: "His situation is critical; we shouldn't delay. However, conditions here are limited, so there's some risk with the surgery."

"How great is the risk? Can you stop the bleeding and send him to a hospital by helicopter?" Qi Yun's voice sounded calm, but his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.

Everyone in the team had risked their lives for him; he couldn't watch anyone fall, especially due to his decision-making.

The doctor shook his head: "It's too late for a hospital; he doesn't have enough time. The success rate of the surgery was less than fifty percent; you need to decide quickly."

Less than fifty percent!

The atmosphere in the warehouse instantly became heavy, and An Zai and others' eyes turned red.

Qi Yun took a deep breath to calm his emotions: "Perform the surgery immediately; save him, and I'll pay you ten times the reward!"

The doctor said no more and began changing clothes.

At this moment, Niu Da was still conscious. Qi Yun crouched down to him, "Brother Niu... is there anything you want to tell me..."

Niu Da barely opened a sliver of his eyes, his lips moving, his voice weak to the point of being inaudible, "Boss... my family... I leave them with you..."

These words felt like a blunt knife stabbing hard into Qi Yun's heart.

He gripped Niu Da's hand, his throat seemed clogged, unable to make a sound, only nodding heavily.

Seeing this, Niu Da seemed to try to pull out a smile, but the severe pain made his mouth twitch, and his heavy eyelids closed again.

"Move away! Prepare for surgery!" The doctor had finished changing into a simple surgical gown and was wearing sterile gloves. His assistant was ready with the instruments and anesthetics.

A few tables in the warehouse were put together with a sheet spread over them to form a makeshift surgical table.

No specialized surgical lights, just several high-wattage emergency lamps cobbled together.

No monitoring equipment, relying solely on the doctor's expertise.

Everyone held their breath, pinning their hopes on the black-market doctor.

Qi Yun retreated to one side, Brother Quan followed as well: "It was my fault for not noticing the anomaly in advance..."

His tone was filled with deep guilt.

Qi Yun shook his head, not blaming him; no one could have predicted this situation.

At this moment, the phone rang. Pulling out his phone, Qi Yun saw Xiao Wu was calling.

"Boss, the person has been captured and just passed through customs."

"Head to the location I sent you, Brother Quan will go meet you."

"Understood."

After hanging up, Qi Yun turned to Brother Quan, "Go pick up Xiao Wu and the others, take them to the house next door, and don't let anyone see."

Brother Quan nodded and immediately turned to leave the warehouse for the pickup.

Barnes being taken was no small matter; the fewer people who knew, the better, especially those under Harris.

Loyalty is worthless here in Mexico, which is why Harris proposed leaving as soon as possible.

Inside the warehouse, the surgery continued.

Technically speaking, the black-market doctors were no worse than those in official hospitals; they even had more experience, lacking only a conducive environment.

No one knew how long it took, and cigarette butts were scattered on the ground when the doctor responsible for Niu Da's surgery finally removed his gloves, the surgical gown soaked with sweat.

Qi Yun hurriedly stepped forward to ask: "How did it go?"

The doctor wiped his sweat, replying exhaustedly: "All the shrapnel has been removed, and the bleeding points have been stopped. It's thanks to his good physical condition."