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Locke’s heart tightened. He was familiar with this look. He was indeed a dangerous guy.

Even though he was seriously injured and lying on the bed, this guy’s eyes were still calm. There was no suspicion, no panic, no weakness, no disguise, only calmness, just like a black mamba foraging on the African grassland.

Locke said calmly: “Because you killed Ferlan Alphonse!”

The black killer asked: “Do you want to kill him too?”

He felt a trace of the same kind of breath from Locke.

Locke shrugged, “So, can you heal yourself? If you can, I’ll leave now. Don’t worry, the CIA and the FBI shouldn’t be able to find this place in a short time. But you’d better not stay here for more than 6 hours…”

As he said, he was ready to leave.

Locke knew how tenacious the vitality of monsters of this level was. They usually had the ability to save themselves. As long as the bleeding stopped, they would never die.

And people of this type would not easily trust anyone, let alone when they were injured.

The black killer spoke again, “Are you a doctor?”

Locke’s eyes narrowed. When he cut the seat belt with a scalpel, this guy woke up?

He felt a chill on his back instantly, and a picture flashed through his mind. If he had leaned over the killer to unfasten the seat belt, this guy might have cut his throat.

Locke immediately realized the problem. As a scavenger, he faced corpses more often and had never faced an S-level killer directly. He lacked vigilance against monsters of this level.

He immediately became alert and replied, “I guess so!”

The black killer stared at Locke and said sincerely, “I need your help. The shot in the abdomen injured my intestines, and I can’t sew it up myself. Thank you very much for saving me this time. I can help you kill two people…”

Make a request and give a reward, straightforward.

Locke hesitated for a moment, frowned and said: “If the intestines are really injured, it will cause abdominal infection, and I don’t have anesthesia…” The black killer said gently: “It doesn’t matter, you just need to take out the bullet and sew the intestines. Don’t worry, I, Pask, keep my word. As long as the person you ask me to kill is not the President of the United States, I will definitely complete the task for you…” It turned out that this guy was called Pask. Locke knew why the killer reported his name, probably to gain his trust. He hesitated for a moment and nodded: “Okay!” Logically, realizing the danger of this guy, according to Locke’s character, he would leave. However, just realizing that he almost died when he saved someone before, he was actually timid, which made him very ashamed. So, he decided to face this guy head-on. He wanted to see how big the gap between him and S-level talents was now. Locke stood by the bed, turned his right hand, and a titanium alloy scalpel appeared in his hand. He cut off the tourniquet that had been bandaged before, separated the killer’s clothes, and soon saw the muzzle of the gun, which was bleeding. The muzzle of the gun was on the upper left side of the belly button on the left side of the abdomen, the size of a little finger.

Fortunately, this shot should be a 9mm bullet fired by Glock G18. If it was shot by scar or HK416, it would definitely be dead long ago.

Locke turned his head to look at Paske, indicating that he was going to start.

“Please…”

Paske’s eyes were still very calm, just like inviting Locke to enjoy a meal, but there were a few more emotions in his eyes. He said curiously: “Your knife hiding skills are very powerful, a bit like a Japanese ninja. I didn’t even find out where the knife came out…”

It seems that although he is curious, he is not surprised. At their level, who doesn’t have some unique skills!

Locke did not respond, but looked down at the wound. Fortunately, he didn’t see the scalpel appear out of thin air before he came.
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He cut the knife to the wound, and a smooth and straight incision appeared with his hand.

Ten minutes later, Locke sutured the wound and was a little shocked. Although the bullet injured the intestines, the amount of bleeding inside was not large, and the intestines were also very clean, not as dirty as imagined.

What does this mean?

Before the operation, Pask had emptied his intestines to prevent the possibility of abdominal contamination caused by a gunshot in the abdomen. Is this the quality of a top killer?

In addition, he should have other ways to replenish his physical energy and stay energetic, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on to an empty stomach until now. He is indeed a monster!

After Locke sewed up the wound, he looked at Pask, “Okay, do you need me to sew up the other three wounds?”

Spike’s expression was still calm, but his forehead was covered with dense beads of sweat, and his lips were a little pale, finally revealing some weakness.

He nodded and said, “Thank you for your trouble. I didn’t expect you to be a doctor. Not only do you have a scalpel, but you also have a needle and thread for suturing, and your technique is so skillful. It is really my luck to meet you.”… ”

It took another three minutes for Locke to sew up the other three penetrating wounds, and reminded him: “You’d better disinfect it later, otherwise there is a high probability of infection…”

Spike raised his hand and patted Locke’s hand gratefully, “Thank you, thank you so much, can you tell me who you want to kill…”

“What do you mean by this?”

There was a needle as thin as a hair on the back of Locke’s hand. If he had sharp observation skills, he might not have found it. He stared at Spike with cold eyes, feeling lucky in his heart.

Spike showed a relaxed smile on his face, “Don’t worry, it’s just anesthesia. I’m really grateful that you saved me. I thought I would die today, but I didn’t expect that I could escape from the joint pursuit of the CIA and the FBI. Can you tell me now, who are you?”

Locke’s face was gloomy as water, and he ignored him, silently calculating in his heart.

Seeing Locke didn’t speak, Spike frowned and asked: “Are you Harvey’s man? What does he want from me? Only Godwin knows the list of the drip plan, and it’s useless for him to find me…” Locke has realized that Spike is not the awakened agent in the CIA he imagined, nor is he a chivalrous knight who enforces justice. He asked: “Why did you kill Ferlan Alphonse?” Spike looked at Locke in confusion, “Godwin is chasing him a little too closely, I want to warn him, who are you working for?” Damn, it turns out that it’s just a dog-eat-dog fight within the CIA. He thought this guy was a hero who got rid of harm for the people, and was influenced by him to decide to be a chivalrous knight. Damn, you deceived his feelings! Locke said calmly, “It doesn’t matter who I am. What’s important is that I thought you killed Ferlan Alphonse for justice, so I saved you, but it turned out not to be!” Spike was stunned for a moment, showing a mouth full of white eyes, and smiled: “I’m sorry to disappoint you. But no matter what the reason is, he’s dead, isn’t he? Don’t worry, I will keep my promise. Tell me two names and I will help you kill them. Haha, I roughly guess who you are? ”

He stared at Locke with scrutiny, “You want to recruit me, right? The legendary ‘doctor’? Unfortunately, you are not qualified, you know nothing about me…”

Locke looked at Spike in surprise. This guy actually thought he was a “doctor”.

Well, he should have seen that he was disguised, and he had superb medical skills. It seems that he is indeed easy to be misunderstood!

Locke smiled lightly, and in Spike’s shocked eyes, he raised the hand that was pricked with needles, “Mr. Spike, I want to tell you a story. There is a fable in ancient China called Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf…”