Han Xiaoyi stared blankly at Lin Ze who was sitting on the sofa.
His face was still pale, but his eyes had gradually regained their luster.
His cold body gradually returned to body temperature, although it was still a little cold compared to his own.
The three gunshot wounds on his body were treated in a way that Han Xiaoyi did not dare to look at.
The simplest and most original way.
Fire.
The red-hot iron rod directly burned the rotten muscles and sealed the wounds——
Frankly speaking, when the eldest lady of the Han family saw Lin Ze doing all this without a blush or a heartbeat, her legs became weak.
Is this something a normal person can bear?
Ordinary people who take anesthesia for surgery are worried about the pain after the anesthesia wears off. But what about him?
To actually perform such a horrific surgery without any safety measures - if this can be considered surgery!
At this moment, Lin Ze had regained some energy and was lying softly on the sofa. He was smoking a cigarette with lazy eyes, as if two souls were lost out of three, and he had no strength.
"How are you?" Han Xiaoyi sat next to him and asked cautiously.
"I can't die." Lin Ze said lazily.
"It's unhygienic for you to treat the wound like this." Han Xiaoyi asked with concern. "What if it gets infected?"
Lin Ze blew out a puff of smoke and weakly pointed at the crisscross scars on his body: "Each scar represents a wound. And 60% of these wounds were treated by myself. When did you see me infected?
Pass?"
"——" Han Xiaoyi was speechless and hurriedly poured a cup of boiled hot water for Lin Ze.
Lin Ze smoked a cigarette and drank a glass of hot water. This made him feel better.
In fact, they can't leave yet.
Although there is not much movement outside now, no one knows whether this group of gunmen is hiding nearby, waiting for the two people to appear before shooting them.
And Lin Ze had no physical strength at all. Not to mention facing those gunmen, even Han Xiaoyi, a girl with no muscle in her body, was unable to deal with it.
Wait - is the only thing he can do.
There must be someone living in this area, and the fierce gunfire that just occurred would probably scare someone into calling the police.
When the police came and the gunmen were forced to leave, they could leave here quietly.
As for now - the only thing they can do is stay here.
It's very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.
Han Xiaoyi felt uncomfortable waiting. Lin Ze felt dizzy and weak.
He is just a normal man who is a little stronger than others and has better physical fitness than others. He is not a blood cow and cannot automatically increase blood. He has lost too much blood and will have various reactions. He even showed signs of shock at one time. If not
With his amazing willpower, he may have already fallen asleep.
But he knew that he couldn't sleep now, and he was not allowed to sleep. Han Xiaoyi had given her whole heart to him. If he slept, the eldest lady of the Han family would be very frightened, scared, and nervous.
He couldn't bear to let the girl endure such a difficult night alone.
"Are you cold?"
Seeing that Lin Ze had tightened the quilt and was no longer as aggressive as before, Han Xiaoyi asked softly.
"Nonsense." Lin Ze muttered in a low voice. "You try to have someone drain a basin of blood, and I will keep your breasts shrinking to A."
"I'll add another bedding for you." Han Xiaoyi stood up and said.
"Oh, you have no conscience." Lin Ze puffed out a puff of smoke and said sadly.
"What's wrong?" Han Xiaoyi tilted her head and said helplessly. "You're cold. I'm looking for bedding for you. Why do you still accuse me of being heartless?"
"Have you never watched TV? Haven't watched movies? Haven't read romance novels?" Lin Ze joked. "When men are injured, the heroine will use her body to help the men stay warm."
"You want me to use my body to warm you?" Han Xiaoyi pointed to her delicate little nose.
"I didn't say it, you said it yourself." Lin Ze argued.
"I'm lying on the sofa now and pushing you down. You don't have any strength, right?" Han Xiaoyi sat back on the sofa.
"Whether I have the strength or not is my business, and whether you are willing or not is your attitude." Lin Ze pointed out the key to the problem.
"——" Han Xiaoyi rolled her eyes and said disdainfully. "I know you want to stimulate me and make me feel less sleepy. But - can you find a better way? This method is too old-fashioned."
"Okay. Let me ask you, have you ever watched Japanese action movies?" Lin Ze's eyes lit up.
Han Xiaoyi was right, he was stimulating the girl to prevent her from falling asleep. But at the same time, he was also stimulating himself - he was almost reaching the limit of his physical strength.
"Are you talking about an action movie about a beautiful girl paired with an ugly man?" Han Xiaoyi asked.
"That's right."
"Not interested." Han Xiaoyi shook her head.
"Hypocritical!" Lin Ze said bitterly. "I don't believe you haven't seen it."
"Do you think everyone is as obsessed with sperm as you?" Han Xiaoyi retorted.
"Before I became your bodyguard, I heard from my boss that you often used same-sex entertainment to tease female agents." Lin Ze said. "Have you ever seen a beast like you?"
"You are asking me about the action movie Beauty and the Beast. I have indeed never seen it. As for the glass action movie -" Han Xiaoyi licked her soft lips evilly and said, "I will watch it occasionally."
"——"
It's late at night.
The man and woman cuddled together to keep warm, and heavy snow fell outside the window again, making the old house, which was decorated in an old style, particularly warm.
At about three o'clock in the morning, a piercing siren sounded in this area, waking up this quiet residential area.
At the right time, Lin Ze pushed the drowsy eldest daughter of the Han family a few times and whispered: "Let's go home."
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Qiao Ba spread out the very finely sketched drawing, and scanned the route on the drawing with his bottomless eyes indifferently. After a long time, he suddenly said: "The lame man's route map is actually very accurate.
Just anticipate which path he will take."
He spoke lightly, picked up a cup of fragrant tea, took a few sips, then slowly raised his head, and said to Li Si standing beside him: "What's going on over there?"
"Everything is normal." Li Si said calmly. "He seemed to have expected that it would be impossible to kill Lin Ze smoothly."
"He won't give up." Qiao Bafeng said lightly. "Next time, he will take action himself."
"If he takes action, the result may be difficult to predict." Li Si said seriously.
Qiao Ba nodded slightly and looked at Xiao Liu standing on the other side.
"Are you sure there are no omissions in the records you gave me?" Qiao Ba opened a small notepad and asked leisurely.
"No." Xiao Liu said simply and shook his head.
"Judging from the records, he seems to be just traveling." Qiao Ba frowned slightly. "Is it really just traveling? Or - he wants to cover up his true purpose?"
The study fell into silence as Qiao Ba pondered.
About ten minutes later, Qiao Ba raised his head again, looked at Li Si with cold eyes and said: "Li Si, you can start preparing-"
Li Si's body trembled slightly, then he straightened his waist and said, "Okay."
"Go down." Qiao Ba waved his hand.
After Qiao Ba was the only one left in the study, he flicked a Buddhist bead with the thumb of his left hand, and a sinister look flashed across his gentle and elegant face.
"Lin Ze, Lin Ze, you had no worries three years ago, but you were too impulsive and reckless. Three years later, although you are no longer impulsive, you are even so sophisticated that it surprised me. But you have worries.
, Are you qualified to fight with me when you are so worried?" Qiao Ba said with a solemn expression. "I can even cripple Chen Yiliang, so what determination do you have to fight with me?"
"Don't be trampled to death by that white horse. We have been playing for so long. I will be very sorry if you leave midway!"
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Xiao Liu silently exited the room and immediately walked to the passage on the left. Li Si looked at him deeply and walked to the passage on the right.
Entering Qiao Ba's study tonight, Xiao Liu got an extremely important piece of information. Maybe this was not a very important thing to Qiao Ba, so Xiao Liu was qualified to participate.
Baima Ke is about to take action.
Tonight's gunmen were brought by Baima Ke from Yanjing.
More than 20 people were killed by Lin Ze overnight. The white horse guest who once caused a sensation in the Northeast was not surprised at all. It seemed that everything was expected.
gun?
It can indeed cause fatal damage to most people, but for a very small number of people, the gun is of little use. Even if these gunmen themselves are top-notch gunmen!
But, do true masters still need to use guns?
Anyone who uses a gun, no matter how first-class he is, is still a second-tier character who cannot stand on the stage. If one person dies, it means death, and if ten people die, it means death. Baima Ke doesn't feel sorry for him, and he doesn't care.
Xiao Liu walked calmly to the gate of Qiao's house, squatted down, lit a cigarette, and started smoking silently.
While smoking a cigarette, he played with the crudely made lighter in his hand.
Crack. Ignite.
Beep. Turn off the flame.
Crack. Ignite.
…
After smoking a cigarette, Xiao Liu seemed to be tired of this boring game. He stubbed out his cigarette and slowly got up and walked deeper into the Qiao family compound.
When Xiao Liu entered his bedroom, a man in a suit quietly walked out of a shadowy place in the courtyard, a middle-aged man wearing a suit.
Li Si pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and looked calmly at the closed door. He frowned at first, and after squirming a few times, the frown softened again. He tightened the thermos box in his palm and pushed it deeper.
Go through the heavy door.
He has been busy for a week and has not been able to come back. He just returned to Qiao's house today and will go out to implement the plan tomorrow. Li Si wants to give Chen Yiliang a midnight snack in a wheelchair. No matter whether he eats it or not, this is his heart.
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The sky after being washed by the white snow is exceptionally clear, like a white mirror. What is washed is not only people's bodies, but also their souls.
Is tonight, for some people, destined to be sleepless?
