Two hundred and sixty first chapter thugs in place
Taking Craig back, William thought for a moment and instead of taking him to the castle, he went to the infirmary in the stables.
He pulled the veterinarian on duty aside and asked the veterinarian for a bottle of anesthetic spray in a low voice. The veterinarian didn't ask any more questions, but just repeatedly told him not to use the anesthetic spray more than once before going home happily. William gave him a holiday.
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He walked into the infirmary and threw the anesthetic spray on his hand to Craig, "Take off your shirt."
Craig looked at the anesthetic on his hand, and after seeing it clearly, he lost his voice and said: "Damn it, you want to kill me, this is for horses."
"You are not an idiot. You don't know how to take a few puffs. Why didn't you tell me when you came? Come on, the doctor is coming soon. Now I can only make do with this. The operation won't take long anyway, so you can just sleep.
After a good sleep, everything will be fine tomorrow morning," William said with a smile.
"I suddenly don't want to do the surgery with you anymore. I'd better go back to the Secret Service." Craig hesitated while holding the anesthetic spray.
"Whatever, this way I can save 500,000, so I can leave easily without sending him away." William extended his hand and pointed at the door of the infirmary, "Remember to close the door when you go out, thank you."
I don't know if Craig didn't want the Secret Service people to see his decadent look or if he really trusted William. After hesitating for a few seconds, Craig opened the spray bottle, put it in his mouth and took a few deep breaths, 'Squeak,
squeak'.
"If I'm useless, I'll have to rely on you to eat and drink for free." As he spoke, Craig became drowsy and fell down on the medical bed with his head tilted.
William looked at Craig, who was fainted by numbness, curled his lips and smiled. He took a white coat and threw it on the camera to block the lens. He scanned the entire infirmary with his mental power. When no problem was found, he stretched out his hand and faced it.
Craig waved, and Craig was lifted up by an invisible force and lay flat on the medical bed.
Sensing Craig's physical condition, I found that he had two unhealed wounds on his body. One was a relatively large wound, which was probably shot by the deputy with a long gun. The bullet lodged in the shoulder blade. Fortunately, the bone was fine. The other wound was not healed.
There is a small wound, probably caused by a stray bullet. The wound is almost healed, but this wound is the most troublesome because there are a lot of bullet fragments in it.
After checking the problem clearly, the next step was simple. William controlled a flying knife to cut open Craig's shoulder top, cut two wounds, and used his mental power to remove the warhead and the fragments from the other wound. The last one was healed.
Magic thrown at Craig.
Soon the wound began to heal. After waiting for more than ten seconds, the small wound was almost healed. However, William felt that the wound from the spear was healing too slowly, so he cast another healing magic. This time the wound was almost visible to the naked eye.
Healing.
After treating the wound, William raised his hand and mentally wrapped the bullet fragments and deformed warhead taken out of Craig's wound and presented them to him. He couldn't help but admire Craig in his heart.
If a metal foreign body is in the body, even if the superficial wound is healed, as long as the arm exerts force or touches the wound, these metal fragments will immediately tear the muscle tissue.
It's impossible to live in peace for a few years. Only when the new granulations that are constantly tearing and growing completely wrap around these fragments will the pain gradually lessen, but it is impossible to feel no pain.
of.
Looking at Craig in a coma, I secretly admired him for being a tough guy who ignored the constant pain in his body and kept the fragments in his body, waiting for the day when he would be useful.
The mental energy wrapped the fragments and took them to the sink to rinse with water, put them in a bag, found a blanket to cover Craig, and finally took out Craig's mobile phone and dialed a number for his own mobile phone.
He pulled off the white coat that was blocking the camera and told Sunday: "Sunday, remind me when Craig wakes up."
"Understood, sir".
Walking out of the stable and back to the castle basement, he had been ordering instruments and equipment from time to time these days. Except for the closed machine room, the rest of the basement was almost a laboratory.
William used an instrument to scan the bullet fragments and said to Sunday: "Sunday, help me analyze these bullet fragments, and then log in to my account at the Secret Service to see if I can find in the database who has used this kind of bullet in the past."
A moment later, Sunday replied: "Sir, analysis shows that the fragments are made of discarded uranium, and there are 7 people with usage records in the database."
William looked at the photos projected on the wall on Sunday and quickly recognized the person in his memory, "the first one in the second row."
Sunday hid the photos of other people, leaving only the murderer's photo on the wall, "Sir, the Secret Service database shows that this person's name is Patrit. He is a ghost and has no country of birth. I want to find specific information. I
Your authorization is needed to search in some special secret databases around the world."
"No," William refused without thinking. He knew what would happen with this kind of aimless search. "Pay attention to the Golden Dragon Hotel in the Asian capital and eavesdrop on the hotel manager Severin. I want to know anything about her, and then follow up closely."
Pay attention to places like airports, stations, and hotels, especially the Lion City of Singapore. Patrick may go to the Lion City in the near future."
Although I know that it is unlikely to obtain intelligence by monitoring a woman who is controlled by someone, it doesn't matter if I try. It is a very simple matter for Sunday. "Send Patrit's information to Brian Mills and let him
He found connections to help me find connections."
"Data transfer completed, sir".
Twenty minutes later, William's cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Brian, "Good afternoon, Brian, you found it so quickly?"
"Haha, it's night now, so I should say good evening, good evening, boss," Brian made a rare joke with William.
William could tell that Brian was in a good mood, so he didn't rush to ask about Patrick, "It seems that you have been doing well recently. Is there anything happy that you want to share with me?"
"I'm really happy. Kim and her mother have promised me to travel next month. The only trouble is that we haven't agreed on where to go. Boss, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Well, traveling?" William felt nervous, "It doesn't matter where you go, right? It should be that Kim and her mother don't have the same opinions that put you in a dilemma as to where Kim plans to go."
Brian sighed: "Boss, you are still so smart and hit the mark. Kim plans to go to Istanbul. Her mother thinks Istanbul may be a bit troublesome and plans to go to Budapest, but I have some hesitations in my heart, you know."
Of course William knew the reason. There are many forces in these two cities that have contacts with Albanians. "Well, if I were asked to make a decision, I would definitely not go to Istanbul or Budapest. There are many Albanians in these two cities."
Man, but if you have thoughts about your ex-wife, maybe you can be a hero to save her or something."
This was not a good idea, and Brian blurted out: "No, even if I had the idea, I would never put Kim and her mother in danger.
Maybe it would be good to go to Brazil and the Great China. I heard that the public security in the Great China is very good. I will try to persuade Kim and Lenore to change their itinerary."
"Just understand. Although all the Albanian leaders in Paris have been killed, you still need to be careful. You know the Albanian tradition."
"Understood, thank you, I will be careful, boss, the person you are looking for is related to the bombing of a small foreign embassy in South America. The U.S. Secret Service has locked down his general whereabouts. I will inform you if there is specific information."