Mommy is 17 years old: a genius son with a black belly

He casually put the computer on the table. Apart from being able to contact Mu Yunsheng and the others, this computer basically has no trump card information. All the information is in his mind. Lu Zhen has a photographic memory and remembered one thing very early. thing.

No container of data in the world works as well as your brain.

He does not use a computer to memorize all written materials here.

Major Nolan said lightly, "Go and wash."

"As for what?" Lu Zhen smelled it left and right, and found that her body was full of tobacco and alcohol, as well as a strong smell of women's perfume. It's no wonder that the major would respond. Lu Zhen smiled, rubbed his chin and asked, "Xiaosheng No clothes to wear."

Major Nolan threw him a bathrobe.

Lu Zhen stroked her chin and studied the bathrobe. It was really a good dress.

Major Nolan looked at the obscene face of the man on the sofa, and suddenly felt that he hadn't learned the idiom of "leading a wolf into a house".

Lu Zhen went into the bathroom and took a combat bath. Only then did he realize that the injury on his arm was quite serious. The stray bullet wound had a deep cut and the blood had dried up. He didn't even feel it. This time the hot water splashed down. It hurts.

He took a battle bath, washed his clothes, and hung them to the balcony. The conditions here are poor, there is no washing machine, and there is no dryer. This is the only way to do it. Lu Zhen went back to the hall and asked, "Hey, there is a medicine box ?"

Major Nolan threw a simple pack of gauze, anti-inflammatory drugs, and hemostatic drugs. Lu Zhen pulled down her bathrobe. It was called a beautiful woman's shoulders, lively and fragrant. This is a very square room.

There is no barrier between the hall and the bedroom. Nolan was looking at the information, glanced over, sat up suddenly, and took out another bag from the bedside table. Seeing him coming, Lu Zhen couldn't help teasing, "Oh, beauty, my brother is injured." , but I can't stand your teasing, so don't mess around."

Nolan turned a deaf ear, took a syringe, drew some liquid, and was about to hit Lu Zhen on the arm, but Lu Zhen quickly avoided it, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were alert, "Beauty, what are you giving me?" ?”

"What do you think I'll give you?" Nolan's voice was full of fire, neither light nor heavy, unclear, and even ridiculed, "Drugs? Viruses? Things that control you?"

"That's right, there are many such things in anti-terrorism, and there are also many such things in the CIA. Lu Zhen, do you think I will hit you with such a thing?"

In your eyes, am I this kind of person?

Lu Zhen slowly let go of his hand. Major Nolan stuck a needle into his arm. Lu Zhen bared his teeth.

"Antibiotics?"

Nolan nodded. He silently took the needle beside him and sewed up the wound. This kind of pain was nothing to Lu Zhen, but to sew up the wound without anesthesia, even Lu Zhen had a patch on his forehead. cold sweat.

Physical pain that cannot be suppressed.

If there is no medicine.

After the wound was sutured, Major Nolan wrapped it with a thin layer of plastic wrap to block the intrusion of air, and then wrapped it with gauze. Lu Zhen was so embarrassing, his bandaging the wound was so meticulous.

After finishing all this, Major Nolan asked, "You often get hurt like this, so you don't care?"

"Oh, in the past five or six years, I have basically not suffered any injuries. I used to be used to this kind of injury." Lu Zhen understated it.