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Chapter 341 Wanted (please subscribe, collect, ask monthly pass)

The hardness and sharpness of the old sword itself could not penetrate the alloy armor of the prosthetic body. He Ao used the structural diagram of the prosthetic body in Wei An's memory to insert the old sword in from a seam.

But this greatly bent the blade of the old sword.

In fact, the sword broke at this moment instead of the instant it was inserted, which was somewhat beyond He Ao's expectation.

There was still a small half of the broken sword remaining, which could be used as a short sword. He Ao picked up the broken blade.

Although this sword is full of traces of time, its quality is still much better than ordinary swords, and I think it was once a powerful sword on the battlefield.

It can be used to kill lower-level extraordinary life forms.

He Ao walked out of the alley and temporarily got rid of the stalker. This place is not far from Nell's home, and of course, it is not far from the FBI.

Naturally, the FBI couldn't go, and his home must have been guarded by someone at the moment, so he couldn't go either.

But at the moment his wound needs a simple bandage.

He Ao suddenly dodged into another alleyway, and rushed in one direction.

Twenty minutes later, he appeared in front of an old residential building.

This is an extremely dilapidated and old residential building. When the elevator is running, there is always a creaking vibration.

It seemed that in the next second, the pulling steel cable would break, and the entire elevator would lose its gravity and fall from mid-air.

13th Floor, 1305.

When He Ao walked to the destination, what caught his eyes was a rusty silver anti-theft door.

The dim corridor lights gave off a dim radiance, relying on Nell's eyesight, Howo couldn't even see the door of the neighbor's house.

dong dong dong-

He knocked lightly on the door.

"Who?"

A question came from inside.

Immediately afterwards, the lock cylinder was turned, and the anti-theft door was pulled back, and a familiar face appeared in front of He Ao.

Jon, Nell's friend.

He is also his only friend now.

Jon glanced at He Ao, who was covered in blood, and at the two daggers he was holding.

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed, "Is today Halloween? Are you dressed up so scary?"

He hesitated for a moment, opened the door, staggered his body, and let He Ao enter the room.

"Thank you."

He Ao leaned on the wall and staggered into the room.

After He Ao went in, Eon looked around to make sure that there was no one in the corridor, so he closed and locked the anti-theft door.

"Nell, have you met a gang member? Or something?" He looked at He Ao with some doubts, looking at He Ao's wound, "Are you real or fake?"

"Really," He Ao said softly, "Did Grandma Ni fall asleep?"

Jon lives with his grandmother, and he has only one relative.

The two survived on the leftovers that Jon brought back from the restaurant and the meager pension from grandma.

"Just fell asleep," Jon nodded, "but the sound insulation in that house is quite good, so you don't have to worry about it."

Jon's walking movements were uncoordinated. Last time he stole food from a high-end restaurant, he was beaten severely and had no money for medical treatment, leaving some sequelae.

The air in the room is filled with a faint smell of medicine, the smell of the cheapest trauma medicine.

"Do you have tweezers or a knife?"

He Ao did not sit on the sofa, but found a corner to sit against, with a charcoal basin and some embers beside him.

There is a large coal mine not far from Rock City, and most cities in the Federation no longer use coal, so this coal mine is only supplied to Rock City.

Coal isn't expensive, at least relative to the cost of electricity.

A charcoal stove can bring people continuous warmth for two or three hours, and the coal generally consumes about 4 federal coins.

However, if the electric stove is turned on for two or three hours, the electricity bill may be as high as 8 Federal Dollars.

Although the electric stove works better and can warm up the whole house, Jon's weekly salary is only 82 federal currency.

The money he earns for more than ten hours a day will be burned in three or four hours.

Even so, electricity and coal bills are still rising.

"Yes, wait a minute."

Jon rummaged through the cabinet in the living room, and took out a silver steel knife, a pair of tweezers, and a roll of old and yellowed gauze.
"Do you need to bandage it? This gauze I bought is a discarded expired product, and it may not work so well."

"Thank you."

He Ao nodded slightly, and took these things.

Jon sat on the sofa, staring blankly at He Ao.

He Ao dried the steel knife and tweezers over the fire, then took off his coat and top, and slowly cut open the bloody flesh on his right shoulder with his left hand.

When the hot knife touched the skin, it made a fiery sizzling sound, and even a faint smoke came out.

With a pale face, He Ao cut open the intertwined flesh and blood scabs along the texture of the muscles, then used tweezers to clamp the stuck bullet inside, pulled it out abruptly, and threw it aside.

Then he continued to roast the knife and tweezers in the fire, and cut open the left breast.

The gurgling blood flowed out along the split blood vessel, and then was sealed by the hot blade.

Seeing this scene, Jon subconsciously grabbed the sofa tightly.

He felt goosebumps stand up all over his body, tightening his skin and muscles, even just seeing it, he felt extremely painful, but He Ao just continued to operate with a slightly pale face.

boom--

The second bullet was also taken out and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

In fact, this kind of behavior is very dangerous. He Ao is very familiar with the muscles and blood vessels in his body because of his martial arts training. If he changes to an unfamiliar one and cuts open the wound rashly, he will easily be killed by himself.

He Ao leaned against the wall and heaved a sigh of relief. The blood on his body was barely restrained due to the high temperature, but the wound was still turned out.

He looked at Jon, "Is there a needle and thread?"

"some."

Jon was taken aback, he glanced at the bloodstains on the ground, and reacted from that tense state, just seeing the wound on He Ao's body, he felt a little nervous and at a loss for what to do.

He got up slowly, rummaged in the side cabinet, found a roll of needlework and handed it to He Ao, he glanced at the blood-stained bullets on the ground, "I didn't know...you are so powerful... ·”

"Everyone has their own secret," He Ao said in a hoarse voice, "I'm causing you trouble, I'll leave after I finish it."

"I didn't mean to drive you away," Jon said in a panic, "I just think...you're kind of cool."

"Sometimes being cool is not necessarily a good thing." He Ao smiled, he put the needle in the flame to roast, and then slowly turned it, "I really want to go, I can't stay here for long. "

"Okay then," Jon glanced at He Ao and smiled, "I suddenly felt like I met a plot on TV, where a seemingly ordinary friend suddenly revealed his hidden identity, and then his boring life It got exciting."

Then he said softly, "I seem to have some leftover medicine from before, I'll go find it for you."

After speaking, he walked into the bedroom.

There is a faint smell of medicine in the bedroom, and the bracelet is charging on the bedside.

Just as he was rummaging in the bedroom, the bracelet on the bedside suddenly vibrated, and a news message popped out.

"what?"

The bracelet was fully charged at the moment, so he picked up the bracelet casually and put it on his hand.

"Just now, a major vicious wounding incident occurred in the North District. An FBI officer and three ordinary citizens were killed in this case."

A dignified and well-dressed host appeared in the projection of the bracelet, "Currently, the suspected suspect has been detected... The suspect is extremely vicious, please pay more attention to citizens and travel carefully... If you can provide Effective information on the suspect will be rewarded with a minimum of 20 Federal Coins and a maximum of [-] Federal Coins..."

Jon stared blankly at the projected photo of a familiar suspect in a coat.

20 federal currency, his weekly salary is 82, 50 a year, if he works as an apprentice, he will have to work for nearly [-] years.

　A little late.

　
(End of this chapter)