After Becoming a Little Sister

The hospital is very busy tonight.

The city next door was in chaos, with injured people everywhere, those who were in car accidents, those who were bitten, those who fought, and those who were even scared to the ground. They were packed into various hospitals, and all the doctors who could move were rushed to the hospital called back.

But doctors are human beings, and this is not a public medical institution. They use money to do things, and if they think it is dangerous, they don't want the money and don't go out, so they can't be harsh.

So doctors are still in short supply, nurses are understaffed, only patients are still in constant stream.

"Give way! Make way! There is a seriously injured person in a car accident!"

The hot girl Mu Youzi shouted anxiously, pushing a stretcher to push the crowd away, trying to send her to the ward.

The young man on the stretcher has a feminine face, but it can be seen that he has a delicate sense of well-maintained makeup. If there are girls of the younger generation here, they can probably recognize that this disfigured man with glass shards stuck in half his face is now A once-popular entertainer hovering on the verge of obsolescence.

That is to say, the kind of qualifications that can be boasted, but the sense of presence is not high, and there is no artistic achievement.

After pushing through the crowd, the hot girl Mu Youzi pressed the communicator next to her ear and said in a low voice, "The target's condition has changed. He seems to be infected with that strange virus. Is there any problem?"

"When did you get infected?" The unremarkable uncle's voice came to her ear: "Before you touched him, or after?"

"Before, when I contacted him, I already found out that he had a problem. If this is the case, will it be investigated later?"

Death in a simple drag racing accident and death after exposure to a blood-borne virus are two different concepts.

No one will get to the bottom of the former, and the latter will be pulled out by a professional for inspection. By the way, it will be discovered that this product should not have died in a car accident, but was killed by a doctor. This violates the previously established rules. up.

The signature of the king of killers is to kill the target cleanly and without leaving any traces. Even if he is dead, he can't find out the details. He can only vaguely feel that someone may have done something in it-this kind of secret The sense of terror is far more terrifying than fighting with real swords and guns, and it is more in line with the killer's positioning.

The ordinary uncle seemed to be checking something, and finally gave instructions: "Continue with the plan, our employer is already waiting in the operating room."

As the hot girl Muyuko who hooked up with this out-of-date artist at the beginning and escaped from the Busan Manor, she knew a little about what happened in the Busan Manor later, which strengthened her determination to avoid that person, and even I don't want side effects, I just want to finish the deal and leave with the final payment. The farther away from the other party, the better.

Hearing this, she naturally did not hesitate to stop, but pushed the stretcher and squeezed forward again, showing a look of anxiety that seemed real: "Let me go! My dear Oppa is dying, please!" Make way!"

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't let it go, it's better for Oppa to die.

But to send the half-dead target to the employer for him to avenge himself, so the hot girl Mu Yuzi is still working hard.

Until a hand pressed the edge of the stretcher, and the owner of that hand said in a rough voice: "Stop."

The hot girl Mu Youzi—it wasn't Mu Youzi's face—she looked up at the scar-faced man blocking the way, the corners of her eyes twitched, and she expressed a stiff yet urgent slightly annoyed expression: "What are you doing! "

Then she seemed to think of something, and added another sentence, "Axi! ', which sounds like a stutter.

The scar-faced man didn't take it seriously, but held up the tablet in his hand as if comparing something, and then glanced at the half-dead guy.

He didn't seem to notice that his identity as an operator of the Broken Cross had been recognized—it would be better to say that the villains of the Broken Cross didn't wear vests when they went out, and the villains were all aboveboard.

On the contrary, the flat-chested man in the curtain and cloak has always had this good habit of hiding his head and showing his tail.

After confirming the target, the man with the scar face raised his eyes and fixed on the hot girl's face: "We want to take this person away."

"……are you crazy?!"

"We are in a special department. This person was infected with a very special virus, so we went out to take him away for safety considerations."

The man with the scarred face showed a messy ID that he didn't know if it was true or not, and as his words fell, a team of medical teams wearing epidemic prevention suits and biohazard warning signs on their arms came out, and went straight to the hospital. I just want to snatch the past artist away.

The hot girl hurriedly stopped in front of them: "What are you doing! What are you doing-help! It's a robbery!"

Of course no one will come to help him, and even normal people are terrified by the appearance of these chemical defense personnel, even the hot girls are far away, looking at them from a distance is like watching the plague god.

After all, it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When encountering such a thing, everyone subconsciously believes that these official personnel wearing chemical protective suits are real—and they can’t help but believe it. It looks like a real deadly virus is spreading, full of the smell of biohazard, making people bald.

"Let him take the person away." The ordinary uncle said in the headset: "You go to the second floor and wait for me, and I will bring the person back later."

After hearing the words, the hot girl showed some hesitation.The man with the scar pushed it away effortlessly, and the man in the chemical protective suit rushed up and pushed the stretcher. Instead of going deep into the hospital, he pushed it out.

This time, there was no one blocking the stop, and everyone was afraid of avoiding it, so they all made way for a rather spacious passage.

At this time, the hot girl realized that not only her own cash cow was taken away, but also some other people, some were lying unconscious on the pulley hospital bed, and some were tied to the hospital bed with the belts that bound him It was tightened, and the lock buckle was rattled, showing a ferocious appearance.

The hot girl looked like she was about to cry, and yelled Oppa a few times at the ex-artist who was pushed away, then wiped away the crocodile's tears, and went straight upstairs, her expression quickly restrained, wrinkled His brows were a little worried.

Why is the Executor of Broken Cross here?And he even robbed himself...

She could see that the other party didn't confirm her identity, whether she didn't care or didn't want to investigate further, she only focused on that past artist.

No, it should be said that it was placed on those strange patients.

She climbed up the stairs, bypassed two corridors, and finally came to the operating room area on the second floor.

St. Mary's Hospital is a private hospital covering an area of ​​five floors. Overall, the scale of the hospital is not small. It has all departments and departments. This hospital is also a well-known large hospital in the Busan area, so once you encounter something The problem is that the surrounding residents will subconsciously choose to come here for medical treatment.

At the moment, the second floor accommodated a lot of patients, and the lights in the operating room were basically all lit, reflecting the damage caused by the chaos outside.

The hot girl Mu Yuzi searched a lot, and found her employer in one of the operating rooms, that is, the black doctor in the slum.

The other party was pacing anxiously back and forth in the operating room, looking restless, and immediately rushed to the operating table with the surgical instruments in his hand after hearing the sound of someone pushing the door, pretending that he was performing an operation, And without raising his head, he scolded: "Get out, this is not a place for outsiders to come in!"

"Let me tell you, you should hire at least a few nurses, right? Besides, can't you really perform an operation? It's too easy to be discovered."

The person lying on the operating table covered by the curtain is not a person, but a medical mannequin. The entire operating room is empty here, only the black doctor from the slums is alone.

At this time, the black doctor in the slums discovered that the person who came in was Mu Yuzi, a hot girl. Seeing this Nanbang girl with a similar figure but a completely different face, he frowned and asked tentatively: "Are you...cough, gold?"

"It's me, it's me, the one who took your gold."

The black doctor in the slums stood on tiptoe and looked behind her: "Where is the person you agreed with?"

"Something went wrong and the person was temporarily taken away."

"What's the problem? Didn't you say yes, you should hand over the person to me?!" The black doctor in the slum suddenly became frightened and angry: "You took money! Are you trying to lie to me? The rest of the gold is yours! I have hidden it long ago!"

"Oh, don't worry, we are professional in collecting money, it's just a little accident, and I'll bring you the target right away." The hot girl Mu Youzi waved her hand: "Don't act like a fool." Looks like, it was really an accident, and you can see how chaotic Busan is tonight, it disrupted many of our previous plans."

As she spoke, she unscrewed a bottle of normal saline, and gulped down a few mouthfuls as if it were salt soda. Then she took a 'huh—' breath and wiped the corners of her mouth: "Running all night, it really sucks." I'm so tired..."

The operating room looked like this. If someone came in, they would definitely find something wrong. However, under normal circumstances, no one would force their way into the operating room marked with [Operation], and they would not be caught in a short time.

"What's going on tonight?" The black doctor in the slums frowned, "It always feels like... like the plot of a disaster movie, where people are fighting and attacking each other everywhere, if anyone knows the reason All right."

"Well, don't tell me, I really know."

"And—huh? What did you say?"

"I said I know." The hot girl Muyuko yawned: "As compensation for the delay in action, I will give you this information for free. Under the current environment, this information is still within the time limit Inside, it’s very valuable.”

"This……"

"Someone dropped a special biological virus weapon and conducted a large-scale experiment." She raised a finger: "We will pay more for the details later, do you want this information?"

"Biological virus weapon?!"

"Uh huh—by the way, the people who stopped me and then snatched your target are the ones who released the biological virus weapon." The hot girl Mu Youzi said, looking sideways to the door: "I really don't know. Knowing what they are going to do, I really want to call it a day and go home, Nan Bang is too scary."

"..."

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"Squeak—"

The piercing sound of brakes sounded, and the emergency convoy with signs for rescue stopped.

The man with the scar raised his head from the tablet: "What's wrong?"

The driver next to him pointed in front of him: "There was a car accident ahead, we can't get through."

Several urban districts in Busan were in chaos, and a car accident was a very normal thing. His eyes swept over the truck that crashed into the roadside not far away, and the whole truck turned across to block the exit of the tunnel. There were not many scarred men. Thinking, just nodded: "If you can't go around, just search the surrounding roads again, where should you go?"

"If you step back a bit, there is a fork in the road before, you can—"

【boom------】

A huge explosion sounded suddenly, Scarface immediately became alert, and looked back to the entrance of the tunnel.

A truck that didn't know when it came directly exploded at the entrance of the tunnel, and the short tunnel was blocked for a while, leaving only their convoy blocked inside.

"Get ready for battle!" The man with the scar squinted his eyes, pulled out his pistol and opened the door to get out of the car, but the moment he got out of the car, he shrank back suddenly.

"boom----"

A silent bullet hit the rearview mirror beside him, smashing the rearview mirror into glass shards flying all over the sky.

Sniper!

But how come there are snipers in the tunnel? !

The scarred man who was lucky enough to save his life by his intuition broke into a cold sweat. If he hadn't subconsciously flinched before, the shot would have pierced his heart and lungs right now—even if he avoided the vital point, There was also a scorched black scratch on his arm.

A tingling sensation came, but the entire tunnel remained silent, as if nothing had happened.

Some of the Broken Cross operators got out of the car, and some were waiting in the car, looking around vigilantly, trying to find out where that guy was.

The tunnel is not long, nothing more than an entrance and an exit.

Thinking this way, they spread out, using the convoy as an obstacle cover, they kept pressing forward and backward to test.

But to everyone's surprise, they didn't see any enemies until they reached the exits on both sides.

Not even the most basic booby traps or ambushes, it looks like the previous sniper bullet was a ghost bullet.

Some operators of the Broken Cross looked at each other, and they nodded to each other in chemical protective suits. They raised their guns and kicked away the flaming wreckage blocking the entrance, and carefully searched for signs bit by bit. something strange.

No, nothing, everything looks normal, except for the fact that the truck has no driver, which is disturbing.

The scarred man's face sank like water, and he remained silent.

This kind of purposeless temptation makes people feel restless...

After a while, the Broken Cross operators cleared the gaps for the convoy to pass through after checking the front and back. There was no problem whether it was going forward or back to change lanes. Then they returned to their respective cars. The whole process was orderly. Showed a very high professional tactical quality.

The man with the scar waited for half a minute, but without any resistance, he couldn't help thinking about deeper problems.

This is a warning?

So who gave the warning?

Gyeongbokgung Palace... No, Gyeongbokgung Palace is too busy to take care of itself, and they are local snakes, if they really want to stop them, they will definitely fight directly.

The door of truth?It's not quite like it, if it is the style of the door of truth, it is estimated that it has already been deployed in the future fighter team.

In particular, they still have a garrison barracks in the Nanbang area, so it is unlikely to do such a hasty and rough ambush - the gate of truth relies on high technology and strong logistical support, if they block the gate, then the front and back should be more stringent Those guys who are not fully prepared will basically not fight people desperately.

Could it be the Ninth Bureau...

The man with the scar subconsciously glanced at the shattered rearview mirror.