Pata~~

What's the sound?

The homeless man opened his eyes and saw a man jumping down from the air along the rope. Looking at the direction of the rope, it seemed to be the rooftop of the hotel.

Thief?

While the tramp guessed the other person's identity, Jack also saw him.

The two looked at each other.

When the homeless man was hesitating whether to go up and blackmail him, he heard footsteps and a man in a black suit walked quickly from outside.

Probably because it was too dark inside, the other party didn't notice the homeless man at first.

When he discovered it, he was startled, and then he said fiercely: "Buliangji (Russian expletive), have you seen..."

Uh~

The man in the black suit stiffened and fell to the ground.

Jack knocked him unconscious with the butt of his gun. He didn't shoot because he was afraid of alerting others.

The homeless man looked at the scene in front of him with a look of fear in his eyes. Just as he was about to run away, he found that the guy in the black suit found the wallet in the black suit. He just glanced at it and threw it away, and then limped away.

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After a while, the tramp watched Jack disappear into the darkness, and then looked at the still unconscious black suit on the ground, and greed suddenly arose in his heart.

The homeless man saw the wallet that the man threw away just now. It was full of rubles.

The homeless man went over and searched for it, and soon found the wallet. He opened it, and sure enough, there were many large rubles.

It seems that I can find another place to sleep tonight, and maybe have a full meal...

The tramp took the ruble for himself and was about to leave. Suddenly he looked back at the black suit on the ground, and an evil thought arose in his mind...

……

On the top of the building, the passage door leading to the rooftop was kicked open, and Orlov rushed in with his men.

"Search~~"

After giving the order, the men dispersed, and soon someone shouted: "There is blood here..."

A group of people gathered around, followed the blood trail, and finally came to the north side.

Seeing the rope hanging down, Olof knew that the person must have run away. Thinking of today's arrangement, he felt unhappy that the other party had run away like this.

……

In a dark alley, Jack's walking posture was a bit staggering. He had to lean against the wall to rest for a while after taking a few steps. He felt warm again on his hands, and blood seeped out again.

Jack's face was pale, and big beads of sweat kept falling down. These were all stress reactions after the injury, and he felt that he was becoming weaker.

He treated the wounds a little along the way so that the other party would not chase him along the blood trail, but now he urgently needed to find a place to stay. If he did not treat the wounds immediately, he would die even if he was not caught by those people or the police.

Excessive blood loss.

In the alley, Jack leaned his back against the trash can and looked out carefully.

Outside the alley is a not-so-wide road with few pedestrians, but the street lights are very bright, and after a while, a police car with flashing lights passes nearby.

Woof woof, woof woof...

Dog barking sounded from behind Jack, and a stray dog ​​appeared out of nowhere and barked at Jack, baring its teeth and growling from time to time. It was probably attracted by the smell of blood on Jack's body.

The sudden barking is particularly harsh in the quiet alley.

"Who? Who's there?"

On the alley outside, a woman passing by looked warily at the alley where Jack was. It was obvious that the barking of dogs had alerted her.

Jack looked at the dog and then at the woman outside, speechless.

A patrol car passed by here just now, and he was afraid that passers-by would attract the police.

It's all this beast's fault!

Jack bent down weakly, picked up a stone, raised his hand, and the stone hit the dog's head accurately.

The stray dog ​​whimpered after being hit, got up and ran away, and the alley became quiet again.

The woman outside watched the dark alley become quiet again. There was no sound inside, as if everything just now was just her illusion.

She, who is usually very timid, suddenly made a crazy decision today. She wants to see what's going on?

This decision was bold, but she just wanted to.

The woman moved forward tremblingly, step by step. There was an eerie silence all around, with only the street lamps emitting bright white light.

Through the light, you can see that there is no one in the alley, only a pool of blood-like things remain next to the trash can.

……

The third floor of an ordinary building

Jack's face is pale, and his head is covered with big beads of sweat. He is extremely weak now.

See if there is no one left or right, enter the password, turn the handle, and the door will open.

This is a CIA safe house in Moscow.

Turning on the light and closing the door, Jack stumbled towards the third cabinet, where the emergency medicines he needed were there.

Needles, scissors, analgesics, bandages, disinfectant, surgical forceps, tweezers, suture needles and threads...

Jack put all the things he needed into a tray, then carried the tray and almost rolled over to the sofa.

The iron tray collided with the coffee table and made a crisp sound. Jack's movements had lost all control. The pain had almost drained him of his physical strength and slowed down his reaction. Now he only relied on perseverance to hold on.

Passed out.

Tear open the packaging bag with your teeth, use a syringe to extract the painkiller, and then inject it into your arm intramuscularly.

After a while, the painkillers took effect, and Jack felt less pain, although the effect was limited.

But this is just the beginning, he still has a lot to do.

Pour out two small pills from the small box on the necklace. The green pill can increase physical strength, while the blue pill can suppress pain.

Two small pills are very useful for him now.

Next, he has to remove the bullet from his body alone. He must have sufficient physical strength and stay calm enough. This is why he delayed taking the small pill until now.

After swallowing the small pill, Jack felt that his physical strength had recovered a little and his mind was much clearer after a while.

Use scissors to cut the clothes around the wound, rinse your hands with disinfectant, and then clean the wound.

The moment the disinfectant came into contact with the wound, the sudden pain caused the muscles near the wound to spasm unconsciously, and the blood was washed away, revealing the rolled-up flesh.

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This level of pain is bearable, but what comes next is the cruelest.

Jack wiped the sweat off his head with a towel to prevent sweat from dripping down and contaminating the wound.

Then he bit the towel in his mouth, picked up one end of the tweezers and inserted it into the wound.

Uh~~

Despite the analgesic effect of painkillers and small pills, Jack still almost fainted from the pain, uncontrollable spasms near the wound, and the sweat beads that had just disappeared crawled all over his head and face again.

Jack endured it, his eyes wide open, trying not to faint, and the tweezers in his hand were still exploring the wound.

The muscle spasm will cause his hands to shake, and the shaking hands will touch the wound, which will trigger further muscle spasms.

Damn it, take the warhead for yourself, Jack swore, he never wanted to go through this again.

Finally, the tweezers touched a hard object. Jack carefully picked out the warhead and threw it into the tray with a crisp "ding" sound.

Jack gasped for air, as if he was exhausted, but this was not the end. He still wanted to confirm whether there were other shrapnel, and inserted the tweezers head again.

Hiss~~

Jack groaned in pain, breathing heavily through his nose. Every move of the tweezers made him want to faint from the pain. Jack felt like he was torturing himself. After some exploration, he finally confirmed that there were no other shrapnel.

Throw away the tweezers, the most painful stage is over.

Disinfect again, use gauze to remove congestion, and then suture the wound.

Watching the needles and sutures shuttle between the skin and flesh is a scene that makes one's scalp numb, but in reality, this level of pain is almost negligible compared to just now.

Jack cheered up.

After finishing the last stitch, tying knots, and cutting threads, Jack's brain was tense, trying to use this method to fight against the waves of pain that were irritating his nerves.
Chapter completed!