Whenever she recalled the past, Maggie was always filled with emotion. Later, her friends were often injured, and she, who could only sew clothes, felt distressed and anxious.

So she secretly picked up some medical books with special attention, but she couldn't read, so she asked Kuroro to teach her to read.

In her eyes, this kid named Kuroro had a spirit of stealing everything. He himself couldn't read at first, but as soon as he had money, he would spend money to find someone to teach him to read and read.

Some high-IQ criminals who fled to Meteor Street, their erudition and knowledge were all stolen by Kuroro, and absorbed silently.

These guys also admired him very much. One of the A-level wanted criminals once said to an elder that this child would be a hegemon in the future, bold and careful, with courage, restrained and calm and principled.

Many older people of the same kind are also willing to teach some unique skills called mind ability to such a criminal genius. They hope that their unfinished criminal plans will be inherited and realized by this child.

Later, Kuroro learned to use the dictionary by himself. Within a year, he could thoroughly understand every book he read, and this also taught him advanced and more valuable things. He was really a thief who applied what he learned.

Unlike Kuroro, Maggie used the use of learning to read in the medical books she found. Some of these books were about human anatomy, some were about nerve distribution, and some were about basic pharmacology.

She had no professional guidance and relied entirely on her own understanding to understand. After reading more than a hundred medical books, she decided to give it a try.

Every day, she searched for medical equipment, syringes, scalpels, hemostatic forceps, disinfectant cotton, and similar things in the garbage mountain. In her eyes, if she didn't find them, she would go to exchange them when she saw someone picked them up.

After more than a year of hard work, her bed was full of medical books and a suitcase was full of medical tools.

Little by little, she finally gathered the tools for a dissection.

But the question was, what could she dissect?

Humans were definitely not possible, so she first set her sights on the wild cats and dogs on the street.

Every day when she went out, she would put a thin needle coated with a very concentrated anesthetic on her waist. After five or six years of training, her wrist was already extremely strong.

A thin steel needle was between her five fingers. In a moment of rotation, with a flick of her finger, it could shoot a hundred meters away in less than a second.

After she was ready, she put some canned fish that she had left over not far away. Soon, the fragrance of the canned fish began to spread.

Maggie sat on the side of the road waiting for the target to appear. She smelled and smelled, and she wanted to eat another one.

The temptation of food that humans cannot refuse is simply fatal to cats.

After a while, the greedy sound of cats came from behind piles of rocks and gravel.

The first one to appear was a black cat, which kept turning its head, and its big eyes looked around. Its four paws took a step, tapped the ground, and stopped.

As a cat on Meteor Street, it also knew that every foraging was a gamble of life, so it was extra careful to check before daring to approach to eat.

Little did he know that there was a thin needle aimed at its neck more than ten meters away, ready to kill it at any time.

But once the hungry stomach received the food, it began to fill it up uncontrollably, licking the meat residue in the gap between the fish bones 360 degrees, and pressing the two front paws hard on both sides.

One minute, two minutes,...

Time passed by minute by minute, and five minutes later, the steel needle was still in Maggie's hand.

The kitten enjoyed the meal very much. The bones had been licked to the point where all the oil was gone. It shook its tail, raised its head and crawled back to the path it came from, then jumped hard and disappeared.

"Hey, cats are so cute, or let's change dogs."

Maggie convinced herself in this way, threw another broken bone with meat, and still sat in the original position, got in position, and waited.

This time, it must hit the target with one shot, and it couldn't wait any longer. A morning had passed.

Maggie encouraged herself, stared at the bones with murderous intent in her eyes.

Soon, her bait worked again. A big yellow dog ran out from the pile of stones, sticking out its tongue, walking two steps and panting one step closer to the bone.

This time, the yellow dog was not like the black cat before. It did not stop to enjoy it slowly, but picked up the bone and ran away.

This can still let you run away, my hard training is not in vain.

Maggie turned her palm, tightened her fingers, and exerted force violently, and the steel needle flew out with a "whoosh".

With a "pop", a piece of gravel on the gravel pile was pierced by the flying needle tip and fell to the ground. The friction was too hot in an instant, and sparks came out of the stone.

At this time, several small yellow dogs appeared next to the big yellow dog and licked the bone together.

"Hey~"

Maggie raised her hands and hugged her head, a black line on the back of her head, bent down, and buried her face in her legs.

Suddenly, there were many squeaking sounds under the sewer cover not far from Maggie. It was the mice that stole the residents' food and ran out again.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the needles flew back and forth, and the squeaks in the sewers disappeared.

After a while, five rats with their bellies ripped open appeared in Maggie's home.

Maggie quickly sutured the rats' wounds to stop the bleeding, but the little bodies eventually lost too much blood and were not sutured in time. They twisted a few times and stretched out their four legs and died.

Every day after that, the sewer behind Maggie's house was often blocked by dead rats. In one month, nearly a thousand rats died in Maggie's house on this street.

The wild cats nearby were starving and couldn't find food. Later, they squatted at her doorstep waiting for the dead rats to be thrown out.

Another month passed, and Maggie was ready to continue her training. Kuroro came to her alone.

"Maggie, are you adopting a cat?

How come the wild cats on this street are almost surrounding your house in three layers."

"I'm doing wound suturing training. When I succeed, I can be your doctor in the future."

"Is that so? Then stand opposite me. I have something for you. You will thank me."

"Okay, I'm here."

Maggie had just stood firm when Kuroro suddenly raised a finger and flicked Maggie's forehead hard. She was bounced and sat on the sofa three meters away.

"I have opened your sperm hole. This is the ability of Nen that I learned from an exiled criminal. I have written a memo of the training method and sent it to you. If you practice it seriously, we will become stronger. I am leaving. I wish you success soon."

"Okay."

Maggie watched Kuroro walk out of the cat group, and she didn't react to the situation for a while.

She came back to her senses and carefully read the memo of Nen ability lessons in her hand.

Because she was single-minded in everything she did, she could concentrate quickly.

She stopped thinking and began to meditate. At night, before she went to sleep peacefully, she consciously began to run her own entanglement.

It was late in the summer night, and there were more and more mosquitoes, and a buzzing sound appeared.

A mosquito flew over and wanted to land on Maggie's body, suck a mouthful of blood, quench thirst and hunger, but it couldn't land, so it flew away helplessly.

It turned out that there was an air mass covering her whole body, and the mosquito's strength couldn't penetrate it at all.

The second update late at night, I don't want to keep the book friends waiting for a long time, please recommend and collect it.

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