Bella avoided the crowd and police cars, carrying large and small bags, and went around to the other side of the parking lot to get the car.
Her pickup truck looks very domineering. Phoenix is an inland city with many idle people in society. There are many black homeless people who go over to slash other people's cars when they are walking in the city.
Ordinary cars are scratched, but the ghost pickup truck is different. The pickup girl can pull those idiots in and kill them!
In order to prevent such incidents from happening, Bella usually parks the car in the corner, and also tells the pickup girl to turn on the ghost stealth mode. Except for those who are about to die, normal people will definitely not see that there is a car parked in the corner.
This trick works every time. Who has nothing to do when they are about to die and run to the parking lot? Normal people come, and without Bella's consent, he can't see the ghost pickup truck.
However, something unexpected happened today.
The bloodstains are very light, and it is really not easy to find without a certain degree of vision and smell.
Bella looked around and couldn't help sighing.
Wherever I go, I get into trouble. I must have been affected by Natasha's bad luck!
She opened the car door and found that the pickup truck girl was wearing a white dress and sitting in the passenger seat. A man covered in blood was lying on the back seat.
This man was the middle-aged cashier who was shot three times in a row because he was smart and hid behind her at the convenience store.
This guy is dying, otherwise, with the spiritual perception of ordinary people, they can't see the ghost pickup truck in an invisible state.
"What's going on? What's this?" Bella asked the ghost girl.
Since the pickup truck girl swallowed the ghost of the ghost truck, her spirit body has become much more stable than before, and her previous memory and way of thinking have also recovered 10% or 20%. Occasionally, she will show anger, frustration, confusion and other emotions.
"Send me home."
Bella carefully experienced the emotions perceived in the psychic energy: "Do you mean that this guy is your friend? Do you know him?"
This time, the pickup truck girl seemed to think about it: "Send me home."
"Oh! So I don't know him! That's easy."
The identity of the middle-aged man is definitely a big problem. Bella doesn't want to meddle in other people's business, but she is a little curious.
She looked through the middle-aged man's wallet. There were several notes in it, all in a mess, but there were also four or five certificates mixed in.
The driver's license was in English, and the name was Christopher da Silva. This name looked like a pseudonym. The letters on the other certificates were not in English, and one of them looked like Russian.
The middle-aged man was in a daze, with one gunshot wound to the shoulder, chest and lower abdomen. He was now covered in blood and was about to die.
Bella patted him lightly on the shoulder.
"Comrade, vodka?"
The other party did not respond.
"Comrade, Bobosha?"
Still no response.
"Ura!"
Bella shouted, and then she had no more curses. She had only learned these three Russian sentences from Natasha recently, and she couldn't say more.
"Comrade, I'm sorry. It's my fault for involving you, but unfortunately, I don't have the ability to treat you! It's definitely too late to study now. This is fate and cannot be cured. Wait for death. Goodbye!"
Bella grabbed the middle-aged man by the collar, pulled him out of the back seat of her car, and threw him on the ground.
When she turned to leave, the middle-aged man suddenly grabbed her ankle.
"Save me, save me! Save me! I am an agent of MI6, codenamed 006. I know important intelligence. I am worthy of being saved."
The man had a strong desire to survive and repeatedly called for help in English.
Bella pried open the other's fingers. The other's strength was not as strong as hers in normal state, let alone now that he was seriously injured. However, the middle-aged man was very persistent and unwilling to let go of any life-saving straw around him. He pried open and grabbed, pried open again, and grabbed again.
After three consecutive times, his physical strength was completely exhausted, and his bloody right hand grabbed the air, trying to grasp the illusory last hope.
The middle-aged man's strong will to survive really shocked Bella. She felt that if she walked to the other's position, she would have accepted her fate at this moment.
"It's useless for you to catch me. How to treat gunshot wounds? I don't know!" She scratched her head and temporarily developed a healing spell? Sorry, she doesn't have that ability yet.
"Send me home." The erratic pickup truck lady pointed at the middle-aged man and said.
Bella frowned: "Do you mean you can do battlefield first aid?"
"Send me home."
"That's what you said. Okay, I'll run again and find some first aid medicine."
In a hurry, many medicines were hard to find. Bella thought of Dr. Brandon on the jury before. The other party's clinic was not far from the parking lot. The previous fascination effect was still there. She ran over and took back the other party's first aid kit in a few words.
The ghost pickup truck will not leave stains, and the blood flowing out will be automatically absorbed by the car body. Bella laid Comrade 006 flat on the back seat, and then gave him first aid under the guidance of the pickup truck lady.
"Send me home."
"OK, OK." Bella sprinkled alcohol on Comrade 006's wound, then disinfected the scalpel, dug the wound, and took out the bullet. But she stared and dug for a long time, but saw nothing.
"Send me home."
"What? The bullet didn't stay in the body, it went through at that time? Why didn't you say so earlier! I have been digging here for a long time."
"Send me home."
"You dislike my stitches are not good-looking? Come on! I am a high school student with blood all over my hands and I am doing first aid here, which is already amazing! You are just talking nonsense, let's ask the person involved, hey! Do you think my stitches are good-looking? Look, he didn't say a word, which means he thinks my stitches are still okay!"
Several injections that Bella couldn't name were injected into Comrade 006's body to maintain his body functions, and then he cleaned the wound, sutured, and transfused blood.
The whole process took less than half an hour, and the movements were a bit rough, but on the surface, the person was saved.
However, receiving treatment in the ghost pickup truck will definitely have sequelae. The negative energy in the car is extremely large. Normal people will be fine, but Comrade 006, who is about to die, will most likely have some minor problems due to the accumulation of negative energy.
Bella and Miss Pickup truck thought about it for a long time. They thought that Comrade 006 would have some symptoms such as epilepsy, dizziness, and insufficient blood supply to the brain in the future, or simply awakened the ability of Yin-Yang eyes. These are all normal phenomena. If there are any more problems, go to the hospital!
Comrade 006 lost too much blood and fainted a long time ago. Bella couldn't just leave him in the parking lot to die. She wanted to at least give this guy a relatively warm place to rest.
"Take me home."
"OK, OK! Go home, go home first!" Bella threw Comrade 006 into the back seat and drove the pickup truck out of the parking lot.
(Sorry for the delay in bringing the chapter. Yesterday, a 6.5 magnitude earthquake hit our country.)
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