Hong Tao has long thought about this method, and it has been rejected a long time ago. Technically speaking, it is easy for bullets to crush bones, but it is also easy to leave irregular wound surfaces and broken bones, which is more difficult to deal with. Emotionally speaking

, I accompanied him throughout the whole process after his hand was broken off in early autumn. The look of despair in his eyes was too torturous.

"...This is fate!" He sighed and accepted his fate.

I have other ways to save this girl, and it doesn't involve making her bloody or losing half of her leg. After ten years of escaping, I have come back to this problem again and again. It will be too tiring to run again.

"You, you are not going to care about me anymore... Can you give me the gun, I will do it myself! I don't want to die, I still want to see my sister, and I also want to go home..."

This sigh made Jumabayi despair. She originally thought she was not afraid of death, but when death came, she had a glimmer of hope, and her previous firm belief immediately disappeared.

"No, I have other ways... Don't move, Yuluo will definitely not lie to you!" Throwing away the cigarette butt, Hong Tao picked up the cold-proof mask and put it on the little nun's head, deliberately blocking his eyes.

Then he unbuttoned his coat, took out his left arm from his underwear, turned around, opened the metal box, took out the stainless steel syringe, clenched his fist and bent it, and inserted it into the exact location of the vein.

My own blood does have the function of inhibiting zombie viruses, but it is only for myself. I have never tried it to see if it has any effect on others. I have been looking for opportunities to try it over the years, but it is too difficult to find candidates. I can't walk around the streets with needles every day.

Just wandering around, let alone intentionally letting healthy people be bitten by zombies, that would be too cruel.

Now I finally found the opportunity to do this experiment. I took a tube of my own venous blood and injected it into Zhumabai's vein to carefully observe her changes. Of course, I also prepared Plan B and Plan C.

When a healthy person is infected by a zombie virus, his whole body will gradually turn gray and his black eyes will gradually shrink. Within a few minutes to ten minutes, the virus will quickly infect the whole body and eventually occupy the brain and turn into a zombie.

According to Fan Chunling, this is a process in which the virus spreads throughout the body along the blood circulation, gradually taking over healthy cells and replicating rapidly. In this process, a large amount of nutrients and water are consumed, so the zombie's body has almost no body fluids.

But the little nun's current symptoms are somewhat different from those of healthy people bitten by zombies. Her infection process is very slow. It is not known whether the virus has mutated or her immune system has produced antibodies.

If his own blood cannot suppress the zombie virus in her body, the pistol held in the other hand is Plan B. If the little nun is poisoned to death due to human body rejection, her fate will only be bad. Scientific experiments always

There were more failures, so this is called Plan C.

"What did you inject me with?" After the blood transfusion, Zhumabai looked at the needle hole in his arm and felt strange.

"Special medicine, the East Asia Alliance's special medicine!" Hong Tao's lies came as soon as he opened his mouth.

"..." Even in the name of Youluo, this answer still did not convince Zhuma Bayi.

Special medicine is a very valuable material, and the Redeemer spent a lot of effort to get a little bit from the East Asia Alliance. All of it is in the hands of the bishop, and only a few real high-level officials can inject it.

"People from the East Asia Alliance gave it to me, thanking me for saving them in Pear City!" It's still a lie, but it sounds reasonable. This thing was originally produced by the East Asia Alliance, and taking one out to save lives in order to escape the pursuit of the judge is not considered a life-saving weapon.

Excessive.

"Biges, thank you... My name is not Zhumabai, my real name is Irina Haridonovna Haridonova. You can also call me Iyushka."

Zhumapa believed it and was so moved that she burst into tears. This is not the old world now. We meet by chance, and no matter how beautiful we are, we cannot get a shot of life-saving medicine. We can only repay him by telling the truth more.

"I'd better call you Zhuma. This name is more Chinese and sounds nice..." Hong Tao could accept the frankness of the little nun but couldn't resonate with it, especially the name Iyushka, which must not be called.

This is a Russian nickname, similar to a Chinese nickname. Whoever calls you is your relative and best friend.

"Well, that's okay... Byges, I know you can't completely believe my identity, but you are my savior. Apart from my sister, you are the only one who is the best to me in this world!"

Regarding Hong Tao's pushback, Zhumabayi did not force it on the surface, but she changed her approach and played the emotional card instead, trying to slowly melt the gap between the two from a human perspective.

"Eat the porridge and take a nap. Resting is more important than chatting now!" Don't hesitate, Hong Tao picked up the lunch box that was kept warm on the stove and handed it over.

This little nun has a top-notch appearance and a top-notch figure, so it’s hard not to be tempted. I did break the habit of abstaining from blood transfusions to save her, and emotionally she is beyond the scope of ordinary people.

But she must restrain her desires. After all, she is a professionally trained agent. What does professionalism mean? She has willpower and deception that ordinary people cannot imagine. Everything cannot be inferred according to common sense.

Seeing that the man was unwilling to continue chatting, Zhuma didn't force him. He drank all the porridge obediently, tied his whole body into a rice dumpling, covered himself with a sleeping bag, and closed his eyes.

Hong Tao sat by the kang, and after a while he opened the lower corner of his sleeping bag to look at the wound. His face gradually became less solemn. The blood was indeed effective. No change could be seen in the little nun's sutured wound, but the gray lines around it were less than an hour old.

It just disappeared without leaving any trace, and the skin was still so fair.

"Eat it, my leg will be saved, and my life will be saved. Don't think about anything, just have a good sleep." After observing for more than half an hour, Hong Tao was completely relieved, wrapped the wound tightly with a bandage again, and removed it from the plastic box.

I found two anti-inflammatory pills and untied the rope.

"Good night, Biges!" Even the most well-trained agent would be moved when hearing this news.

Zhuma's expression was very Russian. She opened her arms to hug Hong Tao who was holding the warm water, and kissed her left cheek, her right cheek, and her left cheek again. This is a very important gift between relatives in Russia, and the relationship must be special.

Good relatives.

According to the routines in movies and TV, it is time to enter the 18-forbidden period. The hero saves the beauty and pledges his body to each other. The two people reach a soul collision through skin-to-skin contact, and the plot takes a turn.

Enemies become lovers, rivals become helpers, and the righteous side launches a major counterattack. If time is not enough, let the hero and heroine separate again and suffer another setback. In the extreme case, one of them dies, just to earn a vote of tears.

And whenever the music sounds, even the enemy will stop chasing and killing, giving the hero and heroine enough time to sublimate their emotions. By the way, the audience can appreciate the fusion of soul and body and gain a beautiful look.

But when it came to Hong Tao, everything would lose its passion. He just enjoyed three kisses silently, and then didn't react at all, so he went to pack three backpacks. Now Fang Wenlin is gone, the little nun is injured, and most of these things need to be

It was on his shoulders that he had to streamline things.

In addition, he still has something on his mind. He needs to carefully review what he has done these days, find out the things that can easily arouse others' suspicion, make up for it as soon as possible if he can, and think of countermeasures for what can't be made up for.

Zengzi said, I have to examine myself three times every day. Are I unfaithful in my conduct? Do I not trust my friends? Is my teaching not habitual? Look at other people and think about noble things. Hong Tao also examines himself three times every day. It is conceivable.

How they harm, deceive, and deceive people.

I don't know whether it was because my immune system was tired from fighting the virus, or because I was a little too relaxed after returning from the hell gate to the human world. Zhuma's breathing soon became steady and rhythmic.

After packing up his backpack, Hong Tao added some firewood to the furnace and went to sleep on the kang. However, he did not lie down or move closer to Zhuma. Instead, he sat at the foot of the kang and leaned against his backpack, still holding it tightly in his hand.

Gun handle.

The whole night was speechless, and we couldn't say we were speechless. In the middle of the night, Zhuma got up once, climbed down from the kang and tried to open the door lamely, but was stopped by Hong Tao. Save yourself the trouble and find a bucket from the room where the debris is piled next to you.

Solve it at home.

Zhuma hasn't slept so deeply in many days. Ever since she knew that the nun was going to send her to sneak into the rebel-controlled area to perform a top-secret mission, she has always had nightmares and dreamed about her sister. But today she really slept until the end of the day.
Chapter completed!