After Becoming a Little Sister

Of course, their pain is incomprehensible to humans, and maybe they also suffer from depression.

So there is one seat on the beach——

But past artists obviously don't have depression.

Not only was he not, but he was even quite energetic. He looked like a young man who had undergone spiritual education.

The hot girl Mu Yuzi has no interest in this kind of bloody operation. She has always killed people simply and neatly, either with a shot or a knife, and she goes straight to the vital point.

If possible, it is best not to bleed too much, so as not to be discovered, this is in line with her positioning.

Work quietly, don't shoot guns, small money, huh huh huh huh.

Yawning, the bored and hot girl Mu Yuzi began to observe the surveillance outside, trying to see if there was anything interesting in the hospital, and she would stay by the side of the black doctor in the slums until he completed his revenge—mainly It was to prevent this out-of-date artist from suddenly attacking, come to the limit to fight back and then run away or something.

After all, they haven't received the final payment yet, and after delivering the goods to their door, they have to be responsible for the installation and after-sales service. To be a killer, you have to have professional ethics.

The black doctor in the slums tied up the ex-artist's hands and feet. Those tight belts made the ex-artist feel that something was wrong. His voice trembled slightly: "Doctor? This is..."

"It's to keep you from struggling."

The black doctor in the slums smiled and comforted the other party with a soft voice: "Don't be afraid, the main reason is that you were infected with a strange virus before. If you use anesthetics, it will cause severe drug allergies and endanger your life. So you can’t use anesthesia for the wound treatment in the early stage, but it’s actually not painful, just bear with it, and it’ll be fine soon.”

Naturally, he was talking nonsense with his eyes open, but the outdated artist calmed down instead.

Anyway, now that he is covered in wounds, he really doesn't feel much pain, it's just that the numb feeling is weird.

Out of his belief in the professionals, he still gritted his teeth and endured it—it would be easy to say if he was cured well.

If it doesn't work, he has plenty of ways to kill a little doctor, and he doesn't do much to retaliate afterwards.

The black doctor in the slums began to clean up the glass shards stuck on his face. This scene was enough to make any intensive phobia suffer from itchy scalp and numbness. The small holes left after the glass shards were removed were densely arranged. , exposing the dark red muscle inside.

A moment later, the black doctor in the slums took out a bottle of ultra-high concentration hydrogen peroxide that was not suitable for treating wounds.

Then it just fell down...

The high-concentration hydrogen peroxide was not so much cleaning the wounds as it was a torture.

The fine white foam that evaporated covered the past artist's face, and the ensuing tingling was finally no longer the slight tingling feeling, which made him scream out, like a fish being thrown onto the deck He convulsed violently and struggled, his whole body arched, and blue tendons burst out on his arms.

The hot girl Mu Yuzi looked away from the phone, pressed the gun on the back of her waist calmly, and watched the opponent's struggle with squinted eyes.

But the belts that restrained him were indeed strong enough. After struggling for a while, the outdated entertainer only gasped weakly, gasping for breath in a panic-stricken manner, covered in sweat.

"It hurts...it hurts..." His voice was crying: "I want anesthesia! I want anesthesia!"

"Well, I know." The slum black doctor nodded: "I know, but it's not enough..."

"Why is it so painful—is there any other way? There is another way, right!"

"No." The black doctor in the slums stripped off the man's tattered clothes and cleaned the wound on his body: "Did you have a car accident?"

"me……"

"Actually, my daughter also died in a car accident, but his luck is not as good as yours."

The black doctor in the slum removed the gravel fragments from his arm little by little, then shook the remaining high-concentration hydrogen peroxide next to him, and poured it carefully on the wound drop by drop, not wanting to waste it .

"laugh----"

The hot girl Muyuko grinned, feeling that this scene was really cruel.

It's terrible for a doctor to want revenge...

The out-of-date entertainer was in so much pain that he writhed and struggled, even the whole operating table creaked, and a sound of 'hoho—' came out of his throat.

Compared with the 3% concentration of medical hydrogen peroxide, this high concentration of hydrogen peroxide itself is extremely corrosive. The subcutaneous tissue of the overdue artist is slightly twisted, and the wound under the foam becomes extremely pale. It was as if it had faded, and it was so disgusting that it made people want to vomit.

But I don't know if it's numb after the pain is too much. The outdated artist just howled and struggled for a while and then didn't move.

The hot girl Muyuko clicked her tongue, and took a bag of potato chips from her pocket to suppress her shock.

But then her eyes were attracted by the changes in the monitoring screen on the mobile phone, and she frowned slightly, not knowing what she was looking at.

The black doctor in the slums stopped, sighed, he didn't know what he remembered, he stuffed the bottle back into his pocket, changed another bottle of medicine, and looked at the light yellow oily bottle in front of the shadowless lamp. Liquid, the voice became a little hoarse and dull.

"My daughter cried to me at the time... Said Dad, I'm in so much pain..."

Beads of sweat were all over the former artist's forehead, mixed and flowing through those wounds, the irritating numbness and pain stretched like a tide.

The pain caused him to withdraw his thoughts indiscriminately, as if he had fallen into an abyss. How could he seriously think about what the words of the black doctor in the slums had to do with himself.

pain pain...

Until the other party lowered his head and almost gnashed his teeth to say the cause of his daughter's death——

"She was run over by someone driving her back and forth...and dragged for a long distance...half of her face was rubbed off—how could she not be in pain!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and grabbed the arm of the former artist, and the knuckles of the surgical gloves were pulled back like a ghost, and his voice became more and more shrill: "How can it not hurt! It's much more painful than this—— -more and more!!"

The fingertips were embedded in the muscles, and the blood burst out from the pale wound, and began to seep and drip,

"Ah! Ah———"

The outdated entertainer howled miserably, with tears and snot flowing down his nose, and his shrill screams resounded throughout the operating room in the corner.

Then, like an electric shock, the images from that year flashed through his mind, and after a sudden realization, he was terrified: "It's you!!"

The black doctor in the slum heaved a sigh of relief, remained silent for half a second, and took off his mask with his hands. The blood on his hands stained the mask red.

"Yes, it's me."

"How are you—impossible! It shouldn't be you! Why are you here?!"

Didn't he degenerate into a bug?Don't hang out in the slums?

How could it be in the hospital?And also—

"But I'm here." The black doctor in the slums showed hatred and ferocity on his face, and flashed a scalpel with a fierce look in his eyes: "It's just like before! I'm here!"

The outdated artist suddenly let out a scream of pain mixed with fear——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The hot girl Mu Youzi picked out her ears, turned her back in disgust, and fixed her eyes on the face of the person on the cell phone surveillance.

Yell, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah

And why is this guy moving so fast?

What was displayed on the screen of the mobile phone was the Broken Cross operator who was frank and swaying around with a highly recognizable scarred face.

Or the current CEO of Broken Cross - a real master.

"whispering sound……"

Baring her teeth in displeasure, the hot girl Mu Youzi raised her eyes and glanced at the door of the operating room.

The miserable scene behind her was too much to bear to look at, she shook her head speechlessly and opened the door to go out.

Hating this kind of thing makes people lose their minds, and even lose their humanity.

It's just killing a person, and it's gone with a knife. It's so complicated.

But people give too much...

She also has no position to care whether the behavior of a father and husband who has been tortured by hatred for many years is too villainous, just let him be happy, at least he didn't invite a former artist to go to the rooftop to play guitar and discuss golf together, and finally shake hands and make peace.

As for himself, he takes money to do things - killers are never good people, let alone have any sense of justice.

Squatting at the door of the operating room, vaguely listening to the screams coming from inside, the hot girl Mu Youzi showed an angry expression at the surprised patient: "What are you looking at! I have never seen a macho man who is unwilling to take anesthetics." Ah! Assi—”

The patient's throat rolled, and he quickly turned around while supporting the crutches. He no longer stayed at the door of the operating room in this corner, even if it was cleaner.

After all, the screams are too infiltrating...

Skillfully yelling a few words at the back of the other party, Asi with a retroflex sound, the hot girl Mu Yuzi turned her gaze back to the phone, watching what the scarred man was looking for.

After a while, the other party seemed to have got some news from the surveillance, and went straight to the corridor upstairs. If he didn't stop him, he might be able to come to the door in a few minutes.

The hot girl Kiyuko sighed, feeling very tired.

When an A-level executive came to the door, he didn't come here to ask about his health.

Although she is also an A-level executive officer, compared with these old-fashioned killing-like reckless men, she is more skilled and brushed up. If you really want to count, she is really cute and new at the same level.

After all, A-level executives are just a rough classification, like a threshold, as long as they pass the threshold, they can be included.

In layman's terms, it is probably a "powerhouse" who has a certain degree of mission execution ability and experience, and is recognized by the major organizations in the dark world, can be regarded as an A-level individual, that is, an individual who is considered to be a threat of regional destruction by default, but here The gap between each other is very large.

Different organizations have no set standards for the selection of their own executives, and it is even more impossible for everyone to come out and set up a competition, and there are many cases of B-level executives killing A-level—otherwise, everyone should stop fighting. A set of cards comes out and everyone draws cards to decide the outcome.

At that time, whoever has the highest level will win, where there are so many disputes now, the magic dog plus krypton gold card flow will win.

Even if it is a card that locks the blood seal, can it beat the five old blacks?

In the Dark World organization, Gao Tianyuan is recognized as having the most high-level individual combat power. At their peak, they had more than 30 A-level executives and nearly [-] B-level experts. At the end of the last century, they even radiated from the entire Asia-Pacific region to Europe and the United States.

It's just that they have been chopped down twice in a row, even the leek field has to rest for more than ten years, I don't know how many are left now, anyway, the seven or eight familiar faces who come out for daily activities are basically those seven or eight familiar faces. Inari, or Tiantian's life.

What's more, Yueye Jianzun and Suzhan Mingzun, who were the best fighters in the previous stage, were directly pinched to death by a passing monster. If it weren't for the return of the previous Yaodao Ji to support the scene, many fish in troubled waters would have been hacked to death And there are rumors that the other party is going to inherit the title of Tsukiyo Misun to lead Gao Tianyuan's Field Operations Department, so how many people may be fooled.

Except for Gao Tianyuan, the second most recognized A-level executive officer is the former Holy Cross.

Before the destruction of the Holy Cross, this large-scale organization that suppressed the dark world of Europa for hundreds of years was deeply rooted. Not counting the branch executives on the five continents, there were no less than 20 A-level executives in Europa alone, and all of them were top-notch. Those who made it to the Interpol list are all actual fighters.

Compared with Broken Cross, which only inherited the North American branch, this manpower is really declining-but the decline is the decline, the quantity is less and the quality is still there.

Mu Youzi didn't have the confidence to face the opponent head-on, especially since she had to protect the stall behind her, she would be even more passive, and she might be killed by the opponent if she was not careful...

Mu Youzi bit her finger with a tangled expression on her face, what was even worse was that Uncle Pingwuqi had already sent a message saying that he would not make any more moves, and she could only deal with it by herself.

This gave her the illusion that she was kicked out of the house by her parents to fend for herself.

The Nanbang area is in chaos now, if the king of killers comes forward to fight with the CEO of Broken Cross, the follow-up turmoil caused by this is not just a coincidence that can be explained just by passing by and picking up orders, even if Mu Yuzi doesn't care about these things, Can figure it out.

Usually if you kill the target, you will be killed, and regardless of whether you can find out the details, even if you find out, it is impossible for Gyeongbokgung Palace to provoke Jia Ziyu for these insignificant things. Hello everyone, I am pretending to be innocent. something happens.

Anyway, it's not things that die, nor are the core dignitaries, come and come, three cups of self-punishment, everyone is good friends again.

But now, Gyeongbokgung Palace has been beaten into a mess, and even if they want to vent their anger, they have to make a few enemies out.

coincide?How could it be a coincidence to become hostile to the Broken Cross?

If it wasn't for you, Jia Ziyu, who were acting as shit-stirring sticks behind your back, then how could you be entangled by them!

Flies don't bite seamless eggs, there must be something wrong with you, and the Broken Cross will target you!