My lover is this organization

He opened his eyes in astonishment, only to find that Qin Wuque, who had been stabbed in the abdomen by him, was still standing in front of him, neither shaking nor falling, and was very stable.

"You know what~ I was actually planning to kill you with a set of gorgeous combos without taking any damage, but considering that I'm in a hurry, I decided to give up." Qin Wuque said calmly.

After saying that, he stretched out his hands, grabbed the road demon's head from both sides, and twisted it decisively.

Click!

There was a crisp sound of breaking bones, and the road demon's neck was twisted 180 degrees, becoming a twisted knot, with its body facing forward and its face facing backward.

After doing all this, Qin Wuque pulled out the dagger from his stomach without changing his expression, carried the woman with her hands and feet tied to the ground to a nearby empty factory, cut the ropes on her limbs, and then kept the knife before getting up and leaving.

"When the effect of the drug wears off, find a way to escape. I'll give you the knife for self-defense~"

Qin Wuque waved his hand and after turning a corner he started running at full speed, heading in the exact opposite direction from whence he came.

At this moment, Vermouth's voice suddenly came from the radio, and her tone revealed extreme weakness.

"Hello? It's me..."

"Sister Bei? Where are you now? What happened?" Qin Wuque reacted immediately.

"Well, there was a little accident, but it's all right now for the time being."

Vermouth on the other end of the radio took a deep breath, trembling as if trying to endure the pain.

"Come over here first. I was shot at the place where we just separated. Fortunately, I didn't hit any vital parts..."

"Shot?! How could it be... Never mind, Sister Bei, please stop talking. I'll be there soon."

After Qin Wuque finished speaking, he released the call button, jumped up again, climbed onto the roof of the factory in a few seconds, and ran at full speed towards the location mentioned by Vermouth on the radio.

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PS: My brother told me a few days ago that he also wanted to buy a new computer. This morning I looked at the price of graphics cards. Wow, the average price of 3080 is over 9000. I bought a GALAXY gamer oc at that time, which cost me more than . Now the price is almost . How did the scalpers manage to increase the price after a period of time after the release? ?

Chapter 48 I’ll Crush You

Five minutes later, Qin Wuque successfully found the shot Vermouth behind the wall of an empty auto repair shop near the place where they separated.

When he arrived, Vermouth was sitting in the corner of the wall inside the building, holding her abdomen with a pale face. All the props on her body had been taken off and thrown aside. Her long, shiny golden hair was scattered on the dusty ground, dirty and messy. There was obvious bloodstain on her clothes where she was shot, but it had stopped spreading. It seemed that she dodged in time and only injured her skin and flesh without hurting her internal organs.

"You came."

Seeing Qin Wuque arriving, Vermouth smiled with relief and struggled to sit up, but was interrupted by the pain in her abdomen.

"I was careless... I was planning to kill the FBI agent, but I didn't expect to get injured by him..."

"Okay, don't move, and don't talk."

Qin Wuque flicked her forehead casually, and then began to remove her clothes piece by piece, trying to be as gentle as possible.

Fortunately, it had been spring for some time and the weather was relatively warm, so Vermouth was not wearing much clothes. After pulling aside two or three layers, he saw the wound.

At this time, the wound had been simply treated. Although it was still bleeding, the rate was very slow. It was just that the bullet seemed to still remain in the body and could not be removed.

Qin Wuque thought for a moment, and after helping Belmode cover her with her clothes again, he picked her up from the ground, put his arms through her legs and armpits, and walked towards the exit of the industrial park while making sure not to pull the wound on her abdomen as much as possible.

Normally, for safety reasons, they should go to the hospital for gunshot wounds like this, but considering their special identities, they decided to go back to the hotel first and then deal with the bullet in their bodies.

The most important thing is that he always has a medicine box in his car, which is full of various medical props. Just like when he bandaged Captain Qin's wound before, he can perform a small operation anytime and anywhere if he doesn't mind.

At least...it wouldn't be a big problem to take out a non-lethal bullet.

Walking all the way to the outside of the abandoned industrial park, Qin Wuque heard faint voices coming from the distance and gently put down Vermouth in his arms.

It was urgent to rush back to the hotel for surgery, but he had one more thing to do before that.

"Wait for me, I'll be back soon." Qin Wuque said softly.

After saying that, he turned and left.

When Qin Wuque came back, he had a bottle of 52-proof Erguotou in his hand.

He first poured some on the place where Vermouth was shot in the abdomen. Although the 52-degree drinking alcohol was not as effective as the 75-degree medical alcohol in disinfection and sterilization, it could still play a role to some extent. At the same time, the strong smell of alcohol could also cover up the smell of blood on the body.

As the alcohol seeped into the wound, a look of pain was clearly visible on Vermouth's pale face.

After a little thought, Qin Wuque poured some wine on the place where he was stabbed by the road demon to cover up the smell of blood, and then handed the remaining half bottle of Erguotou to Vermouth.

"Drink something to relieve the pain."

"Um……"

Vermouth responded softly, took the bottle from Qin Wuque and began to drink it one sip after another.

The choking liquor flowed down her throat, and she wordlessly leaned her head gently on the latter's chest, her eyes slightly hazy.

……

……

Everything went just as Qin Wuque had planned. The strong aroma of Erguotou liquor effectively covered up the bloody smell on the two men.

When they stepped into the hotel they had booked in advance, the receptionist at the front desk in the hotel lobby took one look at them and gave them an expression that said "we all understand".

The young man and woman were drunk, the boy was holding the girl in his arms like a princess, and the girl was holding an unfinished bottle of wine in her hand. Although the name of the wine didn't quite fit the style...but who would care so much?

Everyone has their own preferences. You can't say that those who like spicy liquor are pretentious just because you like to drink sour and sweet cocktails.

That's very unreasonable.

After getting the room card from the front desk and returning to the room, the first thing Qin Wuque did was to lay Vermouth flat on the bed, letting her lie down naturally. Then he turned around and closed and locked the door of the room, and took off Vermouth's clothes one by one, leaving only the necessary underwear.

Well, actually, considering their relationship, it doesn’t matter whether he stays or not.

After doing all this, Qin Wuque took out the medical kit that he always carried with him from his suitcase and began to remove the bullet.

In fact, he had done things like removing warheads countless times. He had done it on others and on himself, but the number of times was very small.

Because he hardly ever gets shot.

Cleaning and disinfecting the wound, anesthetizing, waiting for the drug to take effect, removing the bullet, stopping bleeding, suturing...all the processes went so smoothly that Vermouth, who was lying on the bed, hardly felt how much time had passed. She saw Qin Wuque, who was squatting beside the bed, stand up and stuff a large ball of blood-stained medical cotton and other miscellaneous consumables into a garbage bag.

"Is that all?" Vermouth raised her eyebrows slightly.

She actually didn't bleed much, and the reason she looked pale before was entirely because of the pain.

After all, he had to walk such a long way to escape after being shot in the body. If it were an ordinary person with average willpower, he would have fainted from the pain long ago. Now, after a period of rest, he has recovered a lot and even has the energy to speak.

"Otherwise, it's just taking out a pistol bullet. At most, it's slightly more serious than pulling a splinter out of your hand. It's not a major operation." Qin Wuque said as he walked towards the coffee table, opened the tea bag provided free of charge by the hotel on the coffee table and threw it into the teapot.

He did a lot of things while waiting for the anesthetic to take effect.

For example, boil a pot of water.

For example, I ordered a takeaway.

The tea had just been brewed when there was a knock on the guest room door.

“Hello, your takeout!”

"coming."

Qin Wuque responded and walked towards the door. When passing by the bed, he did not forget to pull the sheets for Vermouth.

For dinner...or rather, midnight snack, he ordered a bowl of white porridge, two vegetable buns and a small dish of pickles, which was a very standard Chinese breakfast.

Although it is indeed a bit strange to eat breakfast in the middle of the night, for Vermouth who had just been shot, eating something that is easier to digest is the most appropriate.

"Is this... porridge?"

Vermouth sat on the head of the bed with her back leaning against the pillow. When she saw the white sticky liquid with a rice aroma in the disposable plastic bowl, she couldn't help feeling a little surprised.

If she remembered correctly, this guy seemed to hate drinking porridge the most.

"correct."

Qin Wuque used a small plastic spoon to pickle some pickles and sprinkled them on the porridge. He then scooped up the porridge and the pickles together, blew on them gently, and then handed them to Vermouth's mouth.

"Come on, ah~~~"

"Don't you want to eat it yourself?" Vermouth took a sip of porridge, blinked and asked.

"No, I ordered something else."

Qin Wuque put down the bowl and spoon, opened the food delivery app on his phone and handed it to Vermouth as he spoke.

"In fact, I ordered a KFC family bucket downstairs in the hotel before we entered the Ghost Theater. I thought we could eat together now, but who knew something like this would happen? Sister Bayonetta, you are injured and you definitely can't eat anything too greasy. So I can only do it by myself."

He paused after saying this.

“At most, I’ll sit here and livestream eating for you to watch and smell.”

"I don't know why I suddenly want to crush you to death..."

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PS1: py this group friend's book ~ "Digital, when Taiyi embarks on the road to BOSS"

To be honest, this is already quite long, almost a million words.

PS2: Oh~ The New York chapter is over, and it’s time to start one stick a year.

Come and get some tickets~

There is something important (not to coo)

As the title says, I would like to apologize to everyone here, because I have been in a bad state since I started writing this book. As for the reason, I have also complained in the previous chapters. It is because my dog ​​knocks on the door before 4 o'clock in the morning, wanting to go out to play. If no one lets it out, it will keep making a fuss until someone opens the door for it...

Anyway, thanks to it, I have basically not slept more than five hours a day in the past month, and I have been feeling groggy all day. At the worst time, a chapter that used to take only half an hour to finish now takes nearly four hours, and the quality cannot be guaranteed.

I felt like I was about to die, but I finally found a solution today (sort of). I threw it directly back into the yard, and it was surprisingly quiet.

The main reason is that the weather has been really cold recently. The temperature in Wuxi has been several degrees below zero for several days. I was always afraid that it would freeze to death in the yard, but I really have no other choice now.

Before it freezes to death, I will die of sudden death first.

I just finished taking a shower and saw a friend in the thread between the latest chapters saying that the New York chapter ended too hastily.

Is it hasty?

It was indeed very hasty.

I flipped through the manuscripts in Mozhe to see how the context connects, and I found them pretty damn stiff.

To be honest, this post really woke me up.

So I decided to go to bed now, have a good sleep, and think carefully tomorrow morning, and then give the New York chapter an ending that I think is perfect.

xdmGood night.

Chapter 49 It’s time to settle accounts

Late at night, somewhere in an old town in New York, in a dark abandoned house with simple furnishings.

A table, a chair, a laptop that glowed faintly in the dark, and a faint firelight.

Shuichi Akai sat quietly leaning back in the chair, with his hands hanging naturally behind the back of the chair, listening to the sound of wind and rain hitting the outer wall of the house outside the window. He raised his head and stared intently at the ceiling above, which was severely peeling due to years of disrepair and water seepage. He had a cigarette that had just been lit in his mouth, as if he was patiently waiting for something.

Suddenly, the image on the computer screen flashed. Akai Shuichi was slightly startled when he noticed the change in light. He immediately sat up from his chair and looked at the laptop screen.

The next moment, the face of an old man who still retained his British demeanor appeared on the screen.

"Good evening, Inspector Akai."

"Good evening, Inspector James." Shuichi Akai immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his fingers, moving it to a place where the laptop camera could not see.

"How did the mission go?"

The FBI investigator named James had a kind look on his face that was unique to an old man, but he spoke in an unexpectedly straightforward manner. And judging from the attitude that Shuichi Akai showed towards him, his status in the FBI was obviously one level higher than his, like a direct superior.