In the room, Uncle Da and three people were sitting at the dining table, and the table was full of dishes.
Thirteenth sister ate a shrimp secretly and squinted her eyes like a little fox.
Arun was a little absent-minded and looked at the door frequently.
After Uncle Da set the table, he fell into a state of boasting. After bragging about his cooking skills, he automatically jumped to the thrilling scene of his undercover time, regardless of whether anyone took over.
He added three layers of filters to his real experience, borrowed the plot from Mission: Impossible Zero-07, and presented a thrilling story with twists and turns to the two juniors.
Just as he was talking with saliva flying, there was suddenly a knock on the door.
Arun stood up suddenly and ran all the way to the door, complaining a little.
"Mom, why did you come here at this time? I'm already hungry!"
"It's raining! You can't come in the rain, right?" Aunt Fang glanced at her daughter with a smile, nodded to Uncle Da and his daughter, handed over the bag and said: "Since it is a celebration party, of course there must be champagne, let's go to the kitchen.
Get a screwdriver and let’s taste it!”
"good!"
Arun responded and took the bag, but did not leave. Instead, he stretched his neck and looked out the door.
Aunt Fang closed the door and said, "Don't look any further! Xiao Ning suddenly answered the phone and said it was urgent, so he left first so that we didn't have to wait for him!"
Thirteenth sister raised her head sharply: "Emergency? What's the emergency?"
"He didn't say anything. He just said that we don't have to wait for him. He should try his best to come back as soon as possible!"
Arun was a little disappointed and carried the bag into the kitchen.
Uncle Da was slightly dissatisfied: "What a brat! Tonight is the celebration banquet! What can't be postponed?"
"What do you know? It's always good for young people to be busy with their careers. Are you like you, who have been hanging out on the streets all your life and are about to retire, so you inexplicably go to work as an undercover agent?"
Aunt Fang rolled her eyes.
Uncle Da was choked to the point of being speechless.
Aunt Fang ignored him and sat down directly. She picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. She nodded and said, "Anyway, my cooking skills have improved a little!"
"That's right! I just said I have talent!"
Uncle Da became proud again and forgot about what had just happened. He rubbed his nose and said, "I think back then, when Lei Luo was still running rampant on Hong Kong Island, I opened a late-night stall selling fried rice, and I also talked to Jin Yulou's
Do you know that Master Luo has set up a table for a Manchu-Han banquet? We have also done it, and our cooking skills are definitely good!"
"Okay! I said you're fat and you're panting! Stop bragging and grab a cup quickly. Don't you see that the children are hungry?"
Aunt Fang rolled her eyes at him and was too lazy to pay attention to this big talker. She called Arun who came back to sit down.
Uncle Da laughed, took the champagne and poured it around, raised the glass and said: "Then eat, cheers!"
"cheers!"
Thirteenth sister was the first to respond. She drank the champagne in one gulp, then eagerly picked up a chicken leg and started eating it.
Several people chatted and laughed, each talking about his or her own affairs, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
When there was no one to cheer him up, Uncle Da would be vomiting. But when Aunt Fang, an old friend, showed up, he naturally talked even more enthusiastically.
Not only did he add causes and consequences to the undercover world, but he also added a character biography to every policeman he met.
It sounds like he is the chief inspector.
Aunt Fang listened with a smile, and from time to time punctured the over-inflated balloon with a painting to prevent the boastful bull from flying into the sky.
During the period, I also asked about the legendary experience of Thirteenth Sister, and I couldn't help but be amazed.
Arun was still a little emotional at first, but as the chat gradually dissipated, she became happy again.
Aunt Fang remained calm. Seeing that the time was right, she suddenly interjected: "When are you two going to get married?"
As soon as he said this sentence, Arun's face turned red instantly.
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
"What did you say? Your marriage is a major event! You will be twenty years old after the Chinese New Year. It's time to consider this aspect. Or do you mean you don't like Xiao Ning? You just want to play with him?" Aunt Fang narrowed her eyes.
Arun blushed and said nothing.
Uncle Da chuckled, but Thirteenth Sister didn't think there was anything wrong. While eating, she said, "It doesn't make any difference whether we are married or not, they both live together!"
"Little sister!" Arun's eyes widened, wondering which end of the spectrum are you from?
Aunt Fang said: "You don't have to stare! Since you don't object, then I will make the decision on this matter! I will discuss it with Xiao Ning later and try to get the wedding done before the year.
You also know that your mother’s body is not as good as the previous year even if she undergoes surgery. If you have the baby earlier, I can help you take care of it. If it’s too late, he can only take care of me!”
"Bah, bah, bah!" Uncle Da frowned and said, "Why are you saying this for no reason?"
Aunt Fang ignored him. Seeing that Arun lowered his head, she did not object and smiled: "Okay, my fault! I'll punish myself with a drink!"
She picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, never mentioning the marriage again.
Arun knew, however, that her mother had a stubborn character and would never change her mind about fighting in the army easily.
She felt a little complicated, and even she couldn't tell if she was resisting, but the thought of getting married always felt very far away.
Are you getting married now?
Thirteenth sister didn't feel it at all. In her opinion, her two good friends were already married. Whether or not the wedding was held was just a ceremony. It didn't matter!
But it’s good to get married. When the time comes, he can invite his brothers from the Phoenix Hall to support the occasion. It will definitely be lively!
The thirteenth sister couldn't help but grin when she fantasized about showing off her power with a large number of people.
Gao Ning had no idea what he had missed. He drove slowly along the way, followed the position displayed by the positioning, and came to the downstairs of an apartment.
He glanced at the location where he was looking and confirmed that the floor was not high. He turned around and looked at several nearby buildings, chose a place with a wider viewing angle, and a more suitable height and distance, and walked over.
…
The boss hugged Nameless Doe and hurried back home.
Even though simple treatment had been done and the wound continued to be pressed, there were still signs of excessive blood loss in the nameless person.
At the very least, under the feeling of the boss, Nameless Doe's body temperature dropped sharply.
And her face is also shockingly white!
It's not like I've never seen a colleague who was shot before, and I've never been so panicked.
There aren't many serious crime groups, but there are a lot of gunfights. If there's not one fight every week, I always feel like something is wrong.
He didn't feel anything bad before, but today, he always felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart.
"Hold on! Don't sleep! Don't sleep! I'll get the medicine box right away!"
After placing Nameless Doe on the sofa, the boss rushed into the bedroom with blood-covered hands and pulled out the medicine box from the bedside table.
The feeling of being shot is very bad. Even though Anonymous has a special constitution, he doesn't like the feeling of being shot!
But this is not the first time, she is more experienced.
The period of severe pain has passed, and the wound has gradually become numb.
This phenomenon was not good, but it allowed her to regain some of her fighting strength.
Looking at the boss's busy back, Wumingshi felt a warm current in her heart, but she didn't know what it was, she just felt very comfortable.
She subconsciously touched the back of her waist and found that the dagger was still there, but the position had changed slightly. However, it was not a big problem. If an accident happened, she could still pull out the dagger within a few tenths of a second.
"I'm coming!"
The boss hurriedly ran out, put the medicine box on the coffee table and stirred it up. Suddenly he found a small box, and his face suddenly glowed with joy.
"I found it. This is the most effective painkiller I bought last time my grandpa had a gout attack. It can inhibit the transmission of nerve pain. You take two tablets first. I will find something to grind two tablets and sprinkle them on the wound. It will be gone in a few minutes.
You can take out the bullets!"
The boss showed the small box to Anonymous, turned around and took a glass of water, two white pills popped out of it, and brought it to her mouth.
Anonymous looked at him, unmoved.
The boss was a little anxious: "Eat quickly. If you don't eat, you can't operate. Your wound can't be delayed any longer!"
"Who are you?"
This was the first time Nameless Doe spoke tonight. Even though he had lost too much blood and his voice was slightly hoarse, it was still very pleasant to the boss's ears.
Although he was pleasantly surprised that the Nameless One finally spoke to him, the content made his heart skip a beat.
Seeing his silence, Anonymous looked at him deeply, and unexpectedly opened his mouth without asking any more questions.
The boss felt like she was being pardoned, and quickly put the medicine into her mouth, and then carefully gave her water.
He poured out two more pieces, ground them into powder with a razor blade, tore open the clothes next to the wound of Nameless Doe, and sprinkled the powder on it.
After doing this, the boss breathed a sigh of relief.
Turn around and take out the forceps, scalpel, surgical needle and thread from the medicine box.
He threw these things into the iron box, filled them with alcohol and soaked them. Then he took out a new towel, rolled it into a ball and brought it to Anonymous' mouth, gesturing for her to bite it.
"After all, this is not a professional anesthetic. There will still be some residual pain. Just bear with it for a while, and it will pass soon!"
The boss said it very sincerely.
Anonymous looked at him intently for a few seconds, then opened his mouth and bit it in cooperation.
The boss smiled, took out the scissors, cut the clothes around the wound to the size of a palm, briefly illuminated the wound with a strong flashlight, and gently poked the surrounding flesh with tweezers. Seeing the nameless person, he just raised his eyebrows and said
Without saying a word, he gritted his teeth and wiped it with a cotton ball dipped in alcohol.
After all, he is not a professional doctor. Although he knows the procedure and has learned first aid, he is inevitably clumsy in the operation.
After trying several times, he managed to open the wound, and tried hard to reach down with the pliers on the bottle, trying to find the bullet at the end.
He could feel that Wuming Doe's body was obviously tense, and it must be painful, but her face remained expressionless.
Time passed by, and the tweezers searched the wound for more than two minutes before they managed to clamp a piece of metal. The boss felt happy and hurriedly pulled it out carefully.
A copper warhead appeared in front of him.
Bang!
But they all fell into the copper plate, and the boss breathed a sigh of relief.
"The warhead has been taken out, and the suturing will be quick. Please bear with it a little longer!"
Anonymous looked at him without saying anything, but his brows felt a little relaxed.
He turned around to thread the surgical needle, and suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a sharp dagger was pressed against the aorta.
He stiffened slightly, "You...what do you mean?"
Anonymous spit out the towel in his mouth and said indifferently: "Why did you save me? Who are you?"
