"Locke, stop quickly! There are our people behind you, they haven't chased you yet..."
"I'm fine! We can't fall into danger again." Locke insisted and shook off Qian Xiaojiu, reaching over again and trying to pull her hand away.
Qian Xiaojiu looked back at Helian Qing anxiously: "Ah Qing, help him."
He Lianqing put the gun into Qian Xiaojiu's storage box, looked at her equipment, and then closed the box.
Then he stood up, looked at Maia who was stunned and ordered in a low voice: "You are responsible for getting him away."
Maiya nodded, and Qian Xiaojiu quickly sat back to open the place for them.
He Lianqing stretched out his hand, grabbed it and buckled it on Locke's wound. Locke's face turned pale in pain and turned his body to the left with an 'ouch'. Maia immediately reached out and dragged Locke over with the driver next to him.
Lian Qing leaned on the back of the chair with both hands and jumped down from the driver's seat, then quickly stabilized the car that was out of control.
Locke was taken to the seats two rows behind by Maia and the driver. Qian Xiaojiu jumped to the passenger seat, gave He Lianqing instructions and then without hesitation smashed the already vulnerable glass in front with the handle of the gun in his hand.
They were afraid that two more shots would kill them, because a small hole was clearly exposed in the glass in front of the driver's seat, and Locke must have been injured in this way.
So Qian Xiaojiu simply smashed all the windshields open, which made it easier for Helian Qing to see the road. Although he poured it in crazily and bravely, it actually felt cool in the hot summer.
He Lianqing was not injured by the glass shards because he was prepared. Qian Xiaojiu immediately adjusted the navigation and said to Helian Qing, who suddenly had to act as the driver: "Ah Qing, follow the guidance of the navigation first. Now in West Africa
It is no longer what it used to be, and most of the forces have been whitewashed, and they will not be able to catch up for a while."
"Okay." He Lianqing said calmly.
"I'll go take a look at the back." Qian Xiaojiu put the gun on the passenger seat, then stood up and walked to the rear seat.
Because it is a four-row luxury business car, the space in the back is very large.
Locke was lying on the chair, and Maia had torn the clothes on his chest to expose the wound.
"Maiya, there should be a medical box in the back. Find it." Qian Xiaojiu calmly ordered. After hearing this, Maiya immediately dug into the trunk and soon found the medical box Qian Xiaojiu mentioned.
Locke is a doctor, so his car must have such equipment.
After getting the medical kit, Qian Xiaojiu opened it immediately. Locke reached over and said with a trembling voice: "Give it to me, I will do it myself..."
"Don't you believe me?" Qian Xiaojiu ignored Locke's request and answered him calmly while holding something.
Locke shook his head and smiled palely: "No... aren't you cruel enough..."
"Are you cruel enough?"
"For a doctor... it's enough..."
"Don't worry, I won't let you die!" How could Qian Xiaojiu not understand what he meant? She, Qian Xiaojiu, is so ruthless, I'm afraid Locke is not as good as one-tenth, what he is really afraid of
He might have injured a vital part, and if she didn't dig out the bullet and let him survive successfully, then she would definitely feel guilty for the rest of her life!
Even at this time, he was completely considering her mood, but what about him!?
She gritted her teeth and moved the sterilized sharp knife towards the wound without any hesitation.
"If you hurt a vein, stop the bleeding first. I have a small suction device there..."