I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

Moose whistled as he jumped off the speedboat to the land.

"Damn!" he exclaimed as he looked around the surrounding. "I wish we were like this! Primo is the first I’d killed. I still regret leaving that time and not killing him because taking his arm is not enough to stop his mouth from running."

"Moose, we got some injured people here." Ignoring Moose’s comments, Tiger waved as he got up from his squatting position. "They’re still half alive. Go do your miracles."

"Do you think I am God?" Moose hissed before he grumpily picked up his medical bag. "I didn’t know I would come here to save lives and not take them!"

That was another point for him to hell.

Moose went to Tiger and checked the person fighting for his life. After tearing his shirt open, Moose whistled at the blood on the side of the man’s stomach.

"This looks bad," he said as he quickly put on his glove and pressed on the gunshot wound. "He’s dead."

"My colleague..." the injured man suddenly grabbed Moose’s wrist, coming in and out of consciousness. "Please look after them."

Moose frowned as he looked back at Tiger. "You sure these guys are on our side?"

"Hera said she’ll ask them to wear their bandanas in the open since the Oxley soldiers carry black handkerchiefs with them." Tiger shrugged. "These guys are wearing theirs around them while the others didn’t."

"But these are black handkerchiefs," Moose replied as he refocused on his patient. "You didn’t see them earlier, did you?"