Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 25 Accidental Discovery
Unexpectedly, Yannick suddenly raised his head with bright eyes, and even snapped his fingers: "That's great, I will be more confident in convincing my dad."

"Persuasion... what?" A bad premonition emerged in Han Feng's heart. '

"I don't want to go to school in Europa, my dad won't let me, but he didn't even go to elementary school, so he's doing well." Yannick seemed to be in a good mood.

Han Feng wished he could go back to 2 minutes ago and sew his mouth shut.

Abel wanted to send Yannick out of Africa with all his heart, and now he actually provided the kid with material to refute.

"It's different, Yannick, listen to me, the age is different after all, now is the age of knowledge."

It was too late to regret, Han Feng's brain was running fast, thinking about how to bring Yannick's thinking back.

"My dad said the same, but don't you say the same, we seem to be about the same age?"

"..."

Han Feng was speechless for a moment, he felt that his current expression was probably similar to that of the Jiuzhuan Dachang that had just finished eating.

"Besides, Uncle Hamduk also went to college, isn't it just as useless?" Yannick continued to add nonchalantly.

"Hamduk... ever went to college?"

It's not that Han Feng judges people by appearance, Hamduk doesn't look like a scholar at all.

The black teenager in front of him nodded: "Wilbur told me personally that his father graduated from Northwestern University."

"hiss……"

Han Feng's first thought was that this old boy might brag to his son after he was drunk. Northwestern University is a top 50 research university in the world. If Hamduk really graduated from there, there is no reason why he would Go back to CAF to set up a farm.

"Ahem——" Han Feng decided not to dwell on these things any longer: "Abel is right about this matter. Before I came to CAF, I also suffered a lot because I didn't go to college. After three days, you Remember to take a trip with me to get up close and personal with those Belgians."

Yannick may be a bit stubborn, but he is definitely not stupid. It can be seen from the fact that he just asks other people's opinions these days and doesn't really trouble the Belgians.

So Han Feng thought about it, and finally decided to bring him along.

Originally, it was a favor for Abel, but now it's good, if the son doesn't want to go to college at all, I'm afraid he will be hated by the director for the rest of his life...

Han Feng had already said that, and Yannick nodded in agreement. People of his age are often more able to listen to outsiders.

"Then I'll go first, and I'll come to pick you up when the time comes, don't think about it, it's definitely right to go out and have a look."

Han Feng patted Yannick on the shoulder, got up and prepared to go back to the workshop.

At this moment, the sound of turning a key suddenly came from outside the door, and then the door at the entrance was opened.

It was naturally Abel who appeared outside the door.

"Humph……"

Yannick looked up and saw that it was his father. He just snorted and went upstairs sullenly. It seemed that he still had no idea of ​​reconciling with Abel.

Of course, Han Feng didn't think he could subdue this kind of child at the end of puberty with just a few words.

"Han, why are you here?"

Abel had a surprised expression on his face, but Han Feng could hear a... tremor in his voice, and his breathing was very heavy.

"Oh, I'm going to sign a contract with the Belgian in a few days, and they asked me to bring a local. I guess I want to take pictures for publicity or something, and I want to bring Yannick to show his face."

Han Feng said as he walked towards the door, preparing to leave here and leave space for the father and son.

But as the distance from Abel got closer, a faint sweet smell came into Han Feng's nose.

Then he noticed that there was a large darker mark on Abel's clothes, but because the fabric was black, it was not obvious from a distance.

"Abel, you are..."

Han Feng looked at Abel, only to realize that not only his voice, but also his whole body was weak and precarious.

"Han, do me a favor, I'm... hurt."

"Don't you need to go to the hospital?" Han Feng quickly helped Abel onto the sofa.

Abel shook his head, gritted his teeth and replied, "No, flesh and blood wounds, the bullet passed through, and I can handle it myself."

In fact, there is no serious hospital in Boda. A doctor named Monks opened a private clinic, which can be regarded as monopolizing the local medical business.

If there is any major problem, the only way is to go to the city of Mbaiki, about 60 kilometers to the southeast, where there is a Doctors Without Borders hospital.

"There's a medicine box on the shelf in the corner, bring it here for me, I'll feel more at ease with your help." Abel took off his coat, and saw a bloody hole on his left upper arm that was torn open by a bullet.

Two cloth strips of no visible color were wrapped around the upper end of the wound to slow down the flow of blood.

"Even if you go to Dr. Monks and let him have a look, I haven't learned this after all."

Han Feng looked at the wound in front of him and was secretly startled. Although he had shot something scarier before, it was one thing to pull the trigger at a distance of 10 meters in a state of adrenaline rush. Debridement and dressing are another matter.

"I can give you a brief treatment first, but Dr. Monks must come over in the end. I have his phone number." Han Feng said, sitting on the small wooden stool next to the sofa, and took out a medicine box. After sterilizing the tweezers with alcohol, start to clean the gravel and small stones attached to the surface of the wound.

The first step in open wound treatment is debridement, which Han Feng still knows.

"Look, the fat and epidermis around the wound are necrotic. Professionals must handle it, otherwise the wound infection will be very troublesome." Han Feng pointed
"No, I know how to deal with it, just listen to me, don't call Monks." Unexpectedly, Abel showed considerable resistance: "Then this...then...".

Apparently, Abel didn't want too many people to know about it, and there might be other secrets in it.

Han Feng secretly lamented that his luck was terrible. It might not be a trivial matter for Abel, who is the chief of police, to have such a reaction, and he was obviously involved because of a visit for nothing.

Since there was no anesthetic, Abel, who was reclining on the sofa, grinned in pain, but he didn't want to scream too loudly—after all, his son was still upstairs, and he needed to find something to talk about in order to divert his attention.

"By the way, Han, why did you come to my house at this time? What can you do with me?"

Han Feng didn't even raise his head: "Do you still remember the dinner that day, I negotiated a deal with the Belgian, you know that Europeans pay attention to ostentation, so I thought about taking Yannick with me and letting that kid show his face, The kind that might be in the paper."

This answer was obviously beyond Abel's expectations. For a moment, he even forgot the severe pain in his arm, but stared at Han Feng who was holding his tweezers with his head down for a few seconds.

"Well, thank you for thinking of this brat, Han." Abel didn't continue to look for new topics, but leaned on the sofa thinking about something.

After a long while, after Han Feng had almost finished the debridement work, Abel spoke again: "Han, Yannick has been fighting with me recently, you have to help me persuade him, I want to send him to Europe as soon as possible Just go, otherwise...it's not safe."

"Huh?" Han Feng stopped his movements in shock. Abel suddenly changed to such a topic, which made him a little uncomfortable: "Why do you say that?"

Abel is considered a powerful person in the local area, and ordinary things will not make him feel threatened.

"I... I'm not really sure." Abel's dark face showed a tangled and weird expression: "Since you came to my house, you must have been to the police station. You should know how many times I have brought with me these days." Individuals have been chasing a stolen truck."

Han Feng nodded, and under Abel's guidance, he found hydrogen peroxide, iodine, and a large roll of gauze.

"During the process of tracking down, I found out... hiss——pain..."

Halfway through Abel's words, Han Feng poured almost half a bottle of iodine directly on his wound, forcing him to hold back the second half.

Although this thing is not as strong as medical alcohol, it couldn't hold back the large wound on Abel's body, and he was still convulsed by the pain. Because his face was pale, his skin didn't even look that dark.

"If you think about it clearly, you really want to tell me about this?"

It probably wouldn't be a trivial matter to scare Abel into such a state, and it would be more dangerous if one more person knew about it.

A few minutes later, Abel, who was covered in cold sweat, finally calmed down. Han Feng picked up a pair of scissors and gestured for a long time, but he still didn't dare to cut off the tissue around the wound.

Fortunately, the wound caused by the bullet was not particularly dirty. It was just that Abel had contact with the ground after the injury, and some floating soil was stained on the outside, causing some necrotic tissue, so it shouldn't be a problem.

"Fuck, Han, you have to be clear, not everything can be avoided, and I believe you are a man of measure." While Abel was speaking, he and Han Feng completed the final bandaging.

At the same time, the workshop system reminded him that he had learned first aid at level 1.

"Okay, keep talking." Han Feng walked to the sink in the kitchen next to him and began to wash his hands.

Abel threw the blood-stained coat to the corner of the living room, took a new one from the hanger and put it on, and continued: "That truck has the city government logo on it, so it is very conspicuous, we Got a couple of witnesses, and... I didn't find the truck anyway, but I saw...the mayor's wife in a house."

"So the mayor's wife... stole the truck?" Han Feng sat back in Yannick's position and poured himself a glass of water. He still didn't understand what there was to be afraid of.

"Of course not." Abel shook his head, with a helpless expression in his eyes that you still don't understand: "I saw the mayor's wife and the mayor's bodyguard on...the bed."

(End of this chapter)