The hardness and sharpness of the old sword itself could not penetrate the alloy armor of the prosthetic body. He Ao used the structural diagram of the prosthetic body in Wei An's memory to insert the old sword through a joint.
But this greatly bent the blade of the old sword.
In fact, the sword broke at this moment instead of breaking at the moment of insertion, which was somewhat beyond He Ao's expectation.
There was still a small half of the broken sword, which could be used as a short sword. He Ao picked up the broken blade.
Although this sword is full of traces of time, it is still of much better quality than ordinary swords. I think it was once a powerful sword on the battlefield.
It can be used to kill relatively low-level extraordinary beings.
Ho walked out of the alley, temporarily getting rid of the stalker. It was not far from Nell's home, and of course, it was not far from the FBI.
Naturally, the FBI can't go. My home must be guarded at this moment, so I can't go.
But at this moment his wound needs a simple bandage.
He Ao suddenly dodged into another alleyway and ran in one direction.
Twenty minutes later, he appeared in front of an old residential building.
This is an extremely dilapidated and old residential building. When the elevator is running, there is always a creaking vibration.
It seemed that the traction steel cable would break in the next second, and the entire elevator would lose gravity and fall from mid-air.
13th floor, 1305.
When He Ao arrived at his destination, what caught his eye was a silver security door that was already covered in rust.
The dim corridor light exuded a dim light, and with Nell's eyesight, Heao couldn't even see the neighbor's door.
Dong dong dong——
He knocked gently on the door.
"Who?"
A question came from inside.
Immediately afterwards, the lock cylinder was turned, the security door was pulled back, and a familiar face appeared in front of He Ao.
Jon, Nell's good friend.
She is also his only friend now.
Jon glanced at Ho O, who was covered in blood, and looked at the two daggers he was holding.
He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed, "Is today Halloween? Are you dressed up so scary?"
He hesitated for a moment, opened the door, staggered his body, and let He Ao enter the house.
"Thanks."
He Ao stumbled into the house, holding on to the wall.
After He Ao entered, Yon looked around to make sure there was no one in the corridor, then closed and locked the security door.
"Nel, have you met a gang member? Or something?" He looked at He Ao with some doubts and looked at He Ao's wounds, "Are you telling the truth or a lie?"
"Really," He Ao said softly, "has your grandma fallen asleep?"
Jon lives with his grandma, and he has only grandma as his only relative.
The two of them lived on the leftovers that Jon brought back from the restaurant and grandma's meager pension.
"I just went to bed," Yon nodded, "but the soundproofing of that house is pretty good, so you don't have to worry about it."
Yon's walking movements are not very coordinated. The last time he ate food from a high-end restaurant, he was severely beaten. He had no money for medical treatment, which left some sequelae.
The air in the room was filled with a faint medicinal smell, the smell of the cheapest trauma medicine.
"Do you have any tweezers or a knife?"
He Ao did not sit on the sofa, but found a corner to sit against. There was a charcoal basin and some residual fire beside him.
There is a large coal mine not far from Rock City, and most cities in the Federation no longer use coal, so this coal mine only supplies Rock City.
The price of coal is not high, at least compared to the cost of electricity.
A charcoal stove can bring people continuous warmth for two to three hours, and generally consumes about 4 federal coins in coal.
And if you run an electric stove for two or three hours, the electricity bill may be as high as 8 federal coins.
Although the electric stove is more effective and can warm the entire house, Yorn's weekly salary is only eighty-two federal dollars.
The money he earns in more than ten hours a day will be burned out in three or four hours.
Even so, electricity and coal prices are still rising.
"Yes, please wait a moment."
Jon rummaged through the cabinet in the living room and took out a silver steel knife, a pair of tweezers, and a roll of old and yellowed gauze.
"Do you need a bandage? I bought this gauze as a discarded expired product. It may not be that effective."
"Thanks."
He Ao nodded slightly and took these things.
Yon sat on the sofa and looked at Ho Ao blankly.
He Ao dried the steel knife and tweezers on the fire, then took off his jacket and top, and slowly cut open the somewhat blurred flesh and blood on his right shoulder with his left hand.
When the hot knife touches the skin, it makes a fiery sizzling sound, and there is even a faint smoke coming out.
With a pale face, He Ao cut open the intertwined flesh and blood scabs along the texture of the muscles, then used tweezers to grasp the bullet stuck inside, pulled it out, and threw it aside.
Then he placed the knife and tweezers in the fire for a while and cut open the left chest.
Gurgling blood flowed out along the broken blood vessels, and then was sealed by the hot blade.
Seeing this scene, Jon subconsciously grabbed the sofa.
He felt goosebumps all over his body, tightening his skin and muscles. Even just seeing it made him feel extremely painful. However, He Ao just continued to operate with a slightly pale face.
boom--
The second bullet was also taken out and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
In fact, this kind of behavior is very dangerous. He Ao is very familiar with the muscles and blood vessels in the body because of his martial arts training. If someone unfamiliar with him cuts open the wound rashly, he could easily be killed by himself.
He Ao leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief. The blood on his body was barely contained due to the high temperature, but the wound was still outward.
He looked at Jon and asked, "Do you have any needle and thread?"
"some."
Yone was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the blood on the ground and reacted from the nervous state. Just seeing the wounds on He Ao's body, he was a little scared and nervous and at a loss.
He stood up slowly, rummaged in the cabinet nearby, found a roll of needlework and handed it to He Ao. He glanced at the bullets stained with blood on the ground, "I didn't know before... you were so powerful..."
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"Everyone has their own secrets," He Ao whispered hoarsely, "I'm causing you trouble, I'll leave after I finish it."
"I don't mean to drive you away," John said quickly in a panic, "I just think... you're a bit cool."
"Sometimes being cool is not necessarily a good thing," He Ao smiled, he put the needle in the flames and then slowly turned it, "I really have to leave, I can't stay here for long.
"
"Okay then," Yon glanced at He Ao and smiled, "I suddenly felt like I had encountered a plot on TV, where a seemingly ordinary friend suddenly revealed his hidden identity, and then his boring life
It became exciting.”
Then he said softly, "There seems to be some leftover medicine from before. I'll go look for it for you."
After saying that, he walked into the bedroom.
The bedroom was filled with a faint smell of medicine, and the bracelet was charging on the bedside.
While he was rummaging around in the bedroom, the bracelet on the bedside suddenly vibrated, and a news message popped up.
"what?"
The bracelet was fully charged at this moment. He picked up the bracelet and put it on his hand.
"Just now, a major vicious wounding incident occurred in the North District. An FBI officer and three ordinary citizens were killed in this case."
A dignified and well-dressed host appeared in the projection of the bracelet, "Currently, the suspected suspect has been detected... The suspect is extremely cruel. Please pay more attention and be careful when traveling... If you can provide
Valid information on the suspect will be rewarded with a minimum of 50,000 federal coins and a maximum of 200,000 federal coins..."
Jon stared blankly at the projected photo of a familiar suspect wearing a coat.
Two hundred thousand federal dollars, his weekly salary is eighty-two dollars, four thousand a year. If he works as an apprentice, he will have to work for nearly fifty years.
