"call--"

With the three most seriously injured comrades treated and then passed out from Wang Zheng's nursing, he breathed a long sigh of relief. The rest of the people were much easier to deal with.

Then Wang Zheng looked up at Dang Liantao, who was missing half an arm, and Shan Changxu, who was unconscious and charred all over, emitting a foul odor. Without stopping, he threw out more than a dozen beams of holy light that enveloped the two of them.

Seeing the pieces of flesh on Dang Liantao's injured arm quickly scab over and fall off under the holy light, Wang Zheng smiled and said:

"Hey, Brother Dang, are you cosplaying as the One-Armed Swordsman?"

Why are you looking so gloomy? The mission is accomplished, and there were no casualties. The damaged streets can be rebuilt with some money at most.

By the way, although the bone has healed, the newly grown muscle tissue is quite fragile. Remember not to put too much strain on it during your recovery period, and eat plenty of good food to nourish yourself.

Hearing Wang Zheng's teasing, Dang Liantao forced a smile. Although Wang Zheng was right, the special forces team had indeed completed the mission without any casualties, he still felt very bitter.

He now has a deep understanding of his own shortcomings.

Given the strength of their special forces, handling ordinary demonic incidents would be no problem, but even A-level Awakened individuals couldn't get the better of high-ranking demonic generals like these.

Furthermore, with the activities of the Heavenly Demons becoming more and more frequent, who knows what kind of Heavenly Demon Marshals or Heavenly Demon Lords might appear in the future.

As the captain of this special operations team, he is under tremendous pressure.

Moreover, if it weren't for Wang Zheng's superpower buying them a lot of time today, it's hard to say whether they could have successfully stalled until the superhumans arrived...

Although he was preoccupied with his own thoughts, Wang Zheng's witty banter had somewhat dispelled his gloom.

He watched as Shan Changxu lay on the ground, his scabs falling off automatically under the holy light. He was unconscious and involuntarily twisting his body.

After letting out a long sigh, Dang Liantao spoke:

"If Lao Dan were awake now, he would definitely say that you have done a great service this time."

Sometimes I think, living in the same era as a genius like you, I don't know whether it's a good thing or not... Ugh... What the hell are you doing?!

Dang Liantao was interrupted by a sharp pain in his wrist before he could finish speaking.

He, who had been rambling on and on, now had his resolute face contorted in anger as he glared at Wang Zheng.

He looked at the large chunk of flesh and scabs on his wrist that Wang Zheng was holding, and couldn't help but curse.

'Why do you insist on comparing yourself to me? I have cheat codes, do you?'

Wang Zheng didn't want to see Dang Liantao lose confidence because of his words, nor did he want to talk to him about this topic, so he deliberately hit him a little harder.

Then he pretended to look aggrieved.

"You dared to burn your own arm with flames to stop the bleeding, but you can't even stand tearing off a piece of scab?"

Besides, you can't treat this without tearing off the necrotic muscle tissue. There's no anesthetic here, so do you expect me to knock you out?

Besides, you're a captain, a team leader, and I'm just a lieutenant. Strictly speaking, I'm still your subordinate. I wouldn't dare to assault a superior...

"You...you...you..."

Dang Liantao trembled with anger upon hearing Wang Zheng's nonsense, it was unclear whether it was from pain or anger.

However, he knew in his heart that Wang Zheng was definitely doing it on purpose. Damn it, Lao Dan's whole body was blackened by his electric shock, like a piece of charcoal. Why don't you peel off the scabs and treat him?

However, when he saw that all the team members around him were looking at him, Lao Dang, for the sake of his own face and to maintain his image as captain, could only endure the pain and grit his teeth to let the kid continue the treatment.

However, Wang Zheng didn't act recklessly afterward. As beams of holy light fell from his hand, the flesh on his wrist, which had just spurted blood, instantly began to writhe and twist as it grew back.

Moreover, since Dang Liantao's hand bones were not completely broken, but only burned away by the corrosion of the Heavenly Demon Energy, the treatment was not too slow at the moment.

Watching as the flesh on Dang Liantao's palms grew back, covered with a layer of oily film.

Wang Zheng, just like a doctor, waved his hand casually and shouted, "Next!"

At this moment, a burly man who had met Wang Zheng several times before and was originally standing behind Dang Liantao hesitated as he looked at the dark scar on his chest.

When he saw the captain in front of him glare fiercely at Wang Zheng and leave without looking back, the burly man with a stubble on his beard carefully forced a bitter smile at Wang Zheng.

"Lieutenant Wang, well, I don't think my injuries are serious, and I'm physically strong and recover quickly. I'll be fine soon. Let's give these precious medical resources to the brothers behind us who are more seriously injured."