Ember Gun

  Chapter 410 Ship Doctor

   "Excuse me, please bear with me."

  "Good doctor, let me tell you Lorenzo, that guy is really fierce! I shot him and he doesn't frown...Doctor, lighter, lighter!"

   "I'm already very light...Please don't move."

   "Bleeding! Ahhhhh!"

  The sound of howling ghosts and wolves sounded in the room.

   "The amount of bleeding is huge!"

  Kestrel was lying halfway on the bed, screaming and describing the shivering battle, while taking the bottle to uncompress himself.

   "The injury is not serious, it's just a gunshot and knife wound."

  The ship doctor seemed to be a person who had seen the world, and he did not pay attention to it. He took out the **** bullet and threw it directly into the trash can, and found some painkillers for the Kestrel from the bag.

  "What is ‘just’!"

  Listening to the description of the ship doctor, the Kestrel was very upset. It felt like someone said to you lightly, "Nothing, just a broken arm."

  Whatever you think is wrong!

   "Look, you are very energetic, this is a good thing," the boat doctor glanced at the Kestrel, "I have been in medicine for so many years, and you are the only guy who has been shot at and still talks badly."

  "What is the reaction of normal people?"

   "Pray, cry, treat me as a priest and confess some disgusting crimes, etc., I have to say that you guy is really optimistic."

  The ship doctor could not say whether he admired the Kestrel or something else. In short, it was the first time he saw a weird like this.

   "It sounds like you have a lot of medical experience..."

"I used to be a black market doctor, treating those dirty gang members in the stinking ditch," the boat doctor said, tightening the bandages, "don't show that expression, I am a poor boy who knows how to do medicine, but in Inervig To practice medicine requires a license, and I don’t earn much money."

   "Then why became a ship doctor?"

   asked Lorenzo, who had been silent on the side.

"What else? People can't fight and kill for life. When I was young, I could hide knives and guns under the operating table. If this **** doesn't pay, I will help him heal his wounds, but people will always grow old. of."

  The ship doctor took the alcohol cotton to dry the blood, and put all the tools back into the suitcase.

   "If there is anything else you need, you will call me again. Of course, if you can, I hope I can take a break first."

  The ship doctor got up and said to Lorenzo who was on the side. The ship has only set sail for a few days. The ship doctor has been here for many times. It is either seasickness or gunshot wounds. Should he take delivery the next time he comes?

   Watching the ship doctor’s departure, Lorenzo closed the door again. Only him and Kestrel were left in this room, and the others were staying in the living room.

  Lorenzo looked at the Kestrel, this guy really looked miserable.

  The blood-covered Kestrel really scared everyone when he returned, but no one thought that this guy would not scream uncharacteristically, but rather talked badly to everyone.

  Of course, such a chic posture didn’t last long. He just finished speaking bad words and fell down. Then this calm posture broke down.

   Lorenzo has a clear memory of the scene just now. After the Kestrel fell, he screamed loudly, calling for help endlessly.

   "Huh! Almost! Almost, Kestrel’s lucky journey is over!"

  Until now, the Kestrel was still afraid of everything just now. He muttered and looked at Lorenzo, who had been silent. Lorenzo's expression twitched slightly, as if he was holding back a smile.

   "What are you thinking? Lorenzo."

"nothing."

  Lorenzo coughed a few times, and his attitude became more serious.

   To tell the truth, Kestrel’s injuries are indeed not serious.

  Probably, I have been working in this high-pressure situation for a long time, and everyone’s mentality is more or less distorted. Lorenzo will feel that it is just a gunshot wound, while the Kestrel is full of bad words and has no respect for death.

  Kestrel's face was still wrapped in a bandage, which he did himself. He fell head-on, his nose hit the floor directly, and the amount of bleeding was excessive.

  He looks so funny now, Lorenzo wanted to laugh at him a few words, but then thinks about the Kestrel's dedication so much, it's a bit bad to do so.

   "There may be enemies on the White Tide...potential ones."

  Hippy smiled just now, and now the Kestrel is serious again, sharing information with Lorenzo.

   "That guy claims to be supervising other people. It seems that the choir also knows how to inject secret blood in large quantities. There will always be a few that are easy to get out of control, so that guy was inserted to deal with the out of control."

   "The supervisor was killed by you?" Lorenzo asked.

   "Yes, I cut my head and pierced my heart, that's what you said."

  Kestrel only left after confirming that the guy was completely dead. He also made a few moves at the same time as he said. The wound was hurt, and he grinned in pain.

   "Then it seems that the situation is not very bad." Lorenzo analyzed.

  "Supervisors can never be killed by what they supervise, so those guys who implant secret blood must be very low-intensity, at least in my opinion." Lorenzo said.

  The demon hunter is the elite of the elite. The secret blood contained in the body is extremely powerful. They are manufactured in batches like a choir, far unable to withstand the sword attack of the demon hunter.

In that night battle, although Lorenzo killed all the enemies, he still did not know the specific strength of the enemy. After all, for these people, he was too powerful. For the beast, he killed a rabbit and shot. It doesn't make much difference to die a bug.

   "Yes, that supervisor can kill even me... but it's still a threat."

  Kestrel understood Lorenzo's meaning, and he guessed the choir's combat effectiveness through the side of the supervisor.

   "However, I found this. This should be the main reason why Irene was so taken seriously and pursued." Kestrel moved his tied arm away and motioned to Lorenzo.

   "In the pocket."

  Lorenzo held out his hand suspiciously.

   "It's not this, it's the right side!"

  After a while, Lorenzo took out the thing that had been protected by the Kestrel. Looking at the familiar liquid, Lorenzo could feel the faint heat inside his body.

   "Secret Blood..."

"Yes, this thing was supposed to be injected into a soldier's body, but it was stolen by Irene," Kestrel muttered, "You also said that the guy from Haibod is not very trustworthy. I didn't take it out outside."

  Lorenzo looked surprised, with an expression of "I didn't expect Kestrel you to be smarter".

   "I see, you take a break first, but it seems that this time you work, you can't do much."

  Lorenzo put away the secret blood and looked at the injuries of the Kestrel.

In fact, from this perspective, Lorenzo has already embarked on an inhuman journey. This kind of injury will make the Kestrel rest for at least half a month, but for Lorenzo, it may be tens of minutes or a few hours. heal.

   "So can I count as a vacation this time?"

He said this, but Kestrel's heart couldn't relax. He knew the importance of this job. He might be destined to get in. And before he set foot on the land of Galunaro, his whole body was hurt. Like this.

  "You take a good rest, at least you still have some use. Although I am very strong, but after all, there is only one Lorenzo Holmos. He can't become two or three."

  Lorenzo opened the door and walked out.

It has been a long time since the Kestrel returned. Everyone is well aware of the current crisis. Maybe the safest place on the Shiacho is this room. After all, Lorenzo is here, so everyone is very safe. point.

  Nevertheless, under depression, the screams of the Kestrel being cut by the doctor were heard from time to time next door, which made the atmosphere even worse.

  However, Eve feels the worst.

  Under this roof, everyone is thinking differently.

  Hyboard who can't be completely trusted, Irene, who is not sure whether it is a friend or an enemy, and Hercules who is still struggling on the bed... This guy has been lying down for a long time.

Eve feels a lot of pressure. She knows very well that the difficulty level of this internship has risen by several values. She is sitting on the balcony. If the situation is not right, she can jump directly from here to the terrace below, hiding in her sleeves. Okay dagger.

  Fortunately, this situation did not last long. After a while, the screams of the Kestrel ceased, and Lorenzo opened the door and walked back.

  Seeing Lorenzo, Eve’s anxious heart relaxed a lot. Although this detective is usually not casual, he is still very reliable in serious matters, such as now.

   "Aileen, I think we can really talk about it, about the next thing."

  Lorenzo said directly.

   Irene seemed to realize something, and showed him a charming smile.

  Neither of them said what they found in the small black bag. Haibod did not fluctuate much, but stood silently on the side, with Irene's face reflected in his eyes.

  【You know what to do, Hybade. 】

  【I know...does it have to be like this? We obviously have a better solution...]

  【No, that's all. 】

  【But he...】

  【Nothing but, he knows his destiny very well, and he also knows the cost of all this. 】

  The words echoed in my mind, and every time I thought of these Haibod, I felt a headache and anger.

  It’s all her, all because of the woman in front of me. Without her, none of this would happen, I would not come here, and Ivar would not be held hostage...

   "Tell me, Irene."

  Lorenzo sat in front of Irene. He was not afraid of Irene deceiving him. After all, Lorenzo had already planted the beacon in everyone's [Gap] by virtue of erosion.

  This is a piece of insurance. If it is not necessary, Lorenzo does not want to use this taboo power in this way.

   "Cory Ferre."

   Irene said.

"who is he?"

  "The Director of the Iron Law Bureau, my immediate boss, the designer of the hijacking Ivar plan, and the choir...one of the top?"

   Irene thought for a while and showed a helpless smile.

   "Sorry, more information was revealed before I had time to dig, and then..."

  (End of this chapter)