Chapter 1285 Where can I go to find a psychologist
"Dear, let's go back to the room."
Xuela's cheeks until her neck was slightly pink.
Faced with this temptation, Xu Chuan could only take a deep breath and then bite the other person's lips.
"Ah~"
Xuela screamed softly, and her thighs rubbed gently between Xu Chuan's waist.
Then I heard the other party say, "No, I have something to do and I have to go out."
For Sulla, it was like a bolt from the blue.
The woman half-opened her wet eyes, "Why? How can you do this?"
Xu Chuan adjusted his breathing and calmed himself down. He turned his head and looked at the direction of the elevator. One of the two elevators there had been a sign under maintenance.
He knew very well that he had to figure out why that guy was targeting him. If he didn't make sure of this matter, he wouldn't even sleep well.
Slowly putting Xuela down, Xu Chuan said in the other party's ear, "Be good, wait for me to come back."
...
In Philadelphia, in the ancient orphanage, four people in Swag were searching the house.
They had found the video of Francis shooting at the scene of the family murder from the attic.
This man took the whole process, which was simply the most direct evidence.
Of course, there are some other things.
For example, in one of the rooms, there is a set of communication equipment, which should be bought from the black market.
Its main function is to intercept calls with virtual phone numbers, and can change the voice and content of speech to prevent monitoring.
However, it is not an AI function, and you need to set up what you want to say in advance.
Some technical things, Swag and others didn't understand them very well, so they directly connected to Umbrella's equipment and let the company's technical department take a look.
Umbrella soon found the caller of the device, Baltimore State Mental Crime Hospital.
The virtual number is from Dr. Hannibal Lecter's lawyer.
This is a very telling thing. This guy is likely to be instigated by the ogre and has targeted Xu Chuan.
"Wow, this guy is really...well, looking for death."
After getting this answer, Curtis expressed this.
He is determined to seek death. There is really no one in this world. Perhaps only Modok can understand the world of mentally ill people.
Swag held a huge briefing book, which was filled with Francis's mental journey and some news cut from the newspaper.
The most common news among them is Hannibal, and the latest one is Xu Chuan’s news.
“There is an ambulance and an SUV that is two kilometers away.”
Sanburn, who is in charge of periphery alert, reported the current discovery on the intercom.
Swag put down this special diary, picked up his gun and climbed into the attic.
Although this ambulance is likely sent by Xu Chuan, necessary alerts still need to be done.
The ambulance parked at the gate, and a member of Xuchuan's security team got out of the car following behind.
"You damn robbers, today is Christmas."
A doctor who got out of the ambulance was cursing the streets.
This person is the current team doctor of the Pirates, Jorg Graff.
He was forcibly pulled out of his home by Umbrella's men, and Graf, who was celebrating Christmas with his family, was so angry that he almost jumped off the car.
Swag walked down from the attic, "Sorry, Dr. Graff, we need your help."
He and Dr. Graf knew each other. In the past, most of the wounded Umbrella would go to hospitals in Germany to recuperate and recover.
"Bob, why are you here?"
Jorge Graf was a Germanic man under fifty years old, rigorous and serious.
So Xu Chuan is very relieved to poach this guy's high salary to the team. This guy said that anyone who is not suitable for playing games will definitely not be able to play.
"I'm sorry, I brought you here today, but there's a guy who might be dying."
"Okay, is it yours?"
Graf also knew that life was at stake, so he immediately put on his surgical gown with the help of his assistant.
However, when he saw the injured Francis, he knew that this man was not Umbrella's, and should be their victim.
"Damn it, are you going to kill him?"
Graf cursed and reset the tourniquet, otherwise the injured person in front of him might have an amputation.
"Of course not, we still have a lot of questions to ask him."
Curtis stood aside, staring at the injured Francis with a murderous look on his face.
They watched the videotape taken by this guy before, and in this digital age, there are people using film and retro cameras, which is indeed quite rare.
But the content is really outrageous.
This guy first shot the hostess with a gun, then killed other family members, moved the body to the bedroom and arranged it as an audience. Finally, under the gaze of these "audiences", the hostess was violated and located.
Curtis and others felt that many scumbags they had met before could be called kind in front of this vicious guy.
If they hadn't asked for confessions, they would have used lynching to kill the beast.
"Bob, this is a civilized world, and I think the law should be used to solve the problem."
While performing surgery on Francis, Graf was serious about reasoning with these embryo killers.
Williams leaned against the wall of the door, "Doctor, you don't know what this guy did yet."
The youngest son of the second victim family in the video is about the same age as his child.
What this guy did definitely touched a father's bottom line.
"So tell me, what did this guy do? Not only did he get shot six times, but he also broke at least four ribs."
During the operation, the doctor was quite bored and it was easier to pass the time after chatting.
The others glanced at Swag, and he was the commander at the moment.
"Do you know the tome fairy who has been rumored to be very rumored recently?"
Swag thought for a while and felt that since they had all brought the people, there was nothing to hide from the other party.
Graf clamped a warhead from the cut wound, "Of course I know..."
He clamped the bullet with his pliers, turned his head to look at Swag, and then looked down at his surgical subject.
“WTF…”
Dr. Graff cursed in English and German and asked, "Are you sure?"
"This guy took a video of the murder scene."
OK, that's really nothing to say.
Then Dr. Graff held up the bullet in his hand, "If I put this little thing back..."
"No, doctor, we do have something to ask him, and the boss will arrive in a while."
Swag quickly stopped the other party. Those who could get along with Umbrella were pretty good, and there were a few good people.
This guy can really stuff the warhead into the other person's aorta.
Graff is indeed very rigorous. He can kill the other person on the operating table while ensuring that the surgical procedure is completely free of problems.
"That guy is here too? By the way, Bell has been on the news before. Why, he is also interested in this tooth fairy?"
"This guy attacked Bell a few hours ago."
Graf was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly, "Ha, I really want to wake this guy up now, and ask him what he was thinking."
Umbrella's mad dog, there is no nickname in the world that is called wrong.
Even the most dangerous terrorists know that if they can't mess with him, don't mess with him. After all, even wealthy Americans have to see profitable things, and this guy is likely to really chase you at all costs.
Who remembers the threatening him at the Taj Mahal Hotel in Mumbai, the Yemeni Brotherhood Abasi Savoha.
This guy is not kidding at all, and the Yemeni Brotherhood has been targeted by Umbrella after that.
In less than two months, the senior management ran away to death, and the grassroots were even strangled by various forces. Now this organization can be removed from the list.
And the reason for all this is just because Abasi Savoha threatened him.
Now someone dares to attack him directly. Does this guy never go online?
Graff's movements are very fast. It is indeed very easy to deal with such gunshot wounds without considering the recovery situation in the future.
"The thing he has troubled is the ribs, but the good news is that there is no serious internal bleeding now."
Graff took off his gloves, "You'd better take him to the hospital. I can only do this under this condition."
"Thank you, doctor."
Swag sincerely expressed his gratitude. It was indeed a bit too much to bring people from home on Christmas.
"It's nothing, it's not the first time you've done this."
Graf said indifferently, "By the way, I would recommend giving this guy to the police. Of course, this is just a suggestion."
"WTF? What qualifications are there for those who are planning to stuff the warhead back just now?"
Curtis looked at this guy who pretended to be hypocritical with contempt.
Who doesn't know who they are?
"Ha, so this is just a suggestion. I'm just a team doctor who gets an annual salary now."
Curtis directly stretched out his middle finger. Is this old guy showing off his annual salary?
It is said that this guy and his medical team will have nearly $100 million in funding every year, but it is not just an annual salary.
Graf smiled and waved his hand at them, "Who will send me back? I will have to spend Christmas with my family."
...
It was already snowing outside, and when Xu Chuan arrived, the tooth fairy Francis had woken up with medication.
The gunshot wound on his body had been treated and his body was almost covered with gauze.
The blood stasis on the chest has begun to turn black, and it seems that the internal injury has not been treated.
This guy was hung on the beam of the attic by Curtis and his toes, and his toes could only slightly reach the ground.
Xu Chuan circled around this guy twice, tsk.
"Your tattoo is very avant-garde."
Xu Chuan poked his back a few times.
"This is the great red dragon, you are blaspheming God."
Francis seemed to have not yet fully awakened his mind. His tone was low for a while, he seemed to have become a child, and a woman for a while.
This guy's schizophrenia seems to be very serious.
Xu Chuan stood in front of the other party, raised his hand and slapped him in the face, "Great Red Dragon? You stinky lizard."
This sentence and slap obviously stimulated the other party.
Francis struggled hard, shouting nonsense inexplicable words.
"BOSS, this guy may need a psychiatrist."
Curtis said aside, perhaps because of the previous anesthetic drugs, the guy's thinking fell into chaos since he woke up, and his personality kept changing.
Xu Chuan spread his hands, "Where will I find him a psychiatrist at this time? Will I find him a psychiatrist?"
"What should I do now?"
Curtis had a bitter face and wouldn't give him anesthetics if he had known it.
This guy has such good physical fitness and should be able to survive.
Xu Chuan grabbed his hair, "It's okay, I'm not a policeman. Other evidence has shown that this matter has something to do with Dr. Hannibal. I'll just go find him."
Curtis nodded, then reacted and said, "What exactly is we saving this guy for?"
Xu Chuan pinched his chin and thought about it seriously and said, "Actually, I'm very curious about what's special about this guy's physical fitness."
Speaking of this, Curtis and his men said the previous battle in a word.
"BOSS, this person is definitely a problem. He won't be really possessed by a demon."
Williams watched the other party jump from the third floor, then ran out for hundreds of meters before they were knocked to the ground.
They have seen them even if they are shot several times, but it is the first time they have seen them so fiercely.
In this old old house, this incident seemed even more strange. The famous red dragon painting was placed in the attic, making the whole environment seem more like a place for sacrifices to the demons.
"There won't be any vampires buried in this damn place."
"This bastard summons the red dragon. What does it have to do with the vampire?"
"Isn't the vampire riding a red dragon more troublesome?"
“WTF?”
Several people made the whole conversation move in an extremely outrageous direction.
Xu Chuan pinched his chin and thought about it. He didn't believe in such a silly thing.
But others don't think so. These Americans are much more superstitious than him.
I am the Five Good Young People who grew up under the Red Banner, and I am not the descendant of these uneducated Mayflowers and cotton picking.
"Tsk, let you see more."
He looked at Francis, who switched to the Red Dragon personality again, and walked down the attic.
"Let's go to Chinatown in Philadelphia."
Xu Chuan said to Swag.
The others didn't ask what they were doing, leaving two people to watch the scene, and then got into the car and headed to Philadelphia.
Although Chinatown also has a strong Christmas atmosphere, most Chinese people really don’t take this festival seriously.
Although it has passed twelve o'clock, many stores are still open.
"Boss, what are you looking for?"
“Find a place to sell groceries.”
Xu Chuan said through the window, looking at the familiar neon lights on the street.
Before driving too far, he saw a small supermarket run by a Chinese. He asked Curtis to park the car, and Xu Chuan took a baseball cap and mask and walked down from behind.