Enforcer's Handbook

"Hey, man, you saw that I just touched her lightly and that's what happened to her!"

The security guard seemed to have never seen such a battle before and hurriedly said to Song Lan.

Song Lan was shocked when he heard the title of "buddy". He didn't expect that besides him, there were other people in the world who used the "find a buddy in trouble" tactic so skillfully.

Facing the security guard's request for help, he responded with a confused look and refused the other party's request for help, "I don't know anything, don't ask me."

"Depend on!"

The security guard hesitated on the spot for a long time. Seeing that many people in the waiting room were looking here, he could only curse at the little girl who rolled her eyes and was twitching on the ground, "You're awesome."

After that, he left the scene as nervous as a criminal.

Rather than being deducted from his salary by his boss, he was more afraid of this little girl blackmailing him. Her acting skills were too realistic. Not only did she twitch quite naturally, but she also started foaming at the mouth.

It is said that law enforcement is now much stricter than in the past. If this doesn't go well, he will get into trouble.

"That's almost it, the security guard has left."

Seeing the security guard walking away, Song Lan said to the little girl whose feet were still twitching.

There was less than an hour left before he could go back, and he just wanted to pass the time by quietly enjoying the intrigues of the old six.

He admitted that the other party's acting skills were excellent, and that this kind of sudden illness was not something that ordinary people could imitate. He almost wanted to recommend this girl to work in Kolo Film and Television Media, which would definitely be better than pretending to be insane in the 17th District.

However, the little girl lying on the ground did not respond. The frequency and amplitude of her convulsions had decreased, but more and more foam was coming out of her mouth. Her beautiful light blue pupils were no longer visible, and her entire eyeball was Filled with red eye whites.

"Hey, are you okay?"

This time it was Song Lan's turn to panic.

He did see the security guard just pull the girl's arm lightly, without any behavior that could be called an attack. Therefore, he had the same intuition as the security guard, thinking that the girl was doing it to avoid being caught out of the weapons store. Lying on the ground and touching porcelain.

"Let me tell you first, I have no money."

The little girl lying on the ground still didn't respond, her twitching stopped completely, and her rising and falling chest gradually became flat, until it became a state where she could only breathe out but not in.

"What are you still doing? Come and help me!"

Just when Song Lan was hesitating whether to send her to the nearest prosthetic hospital, an old man suddenly jumped out from the seat, pressed her heart, and tried CPR several times.

The rescue efforts were successful quickly. Although she showed no signs of waking up, her breathing that was about to stop was finally resumed.

"There is something wrong with the implant. We must send it to the hospital immediately!"

The old man screamed and shouted at Song Lan, "I am the prosthetic doctor. You stay here and wait for the law enforcement officers to come and explain the situation. I will take the person to my clinic first."

Although the current situation was indeed very urgent, Song Lan was keenly aware that something was not right.

He believed that the old man who rushed out of nowhere might indeed be a prosthetic doctor, but the way he looked at the little girl was so weird that even though he tried to restrain himself, it was still difficult to hide the greed in it.

He felt that he must have stayed with Lu Xiang for a long time and learned her Conan-like insight.

So Song Lan kept an eye on it and asked, "Are you going alone?"

"My clinic is nearby. Law enforcement will come here soon. Someone needs to stay and explain the situation."

The old man's tone was urgent, making no secret of his desire to get him away.

"Okay, then I'll help you get her into the car."

"Then I'll trouble you."

The old man was beaming with joy. It was obvious that he was not good at pretending or acting. A person who writes all his emotions on his face might not even be qualified to perform in an extra group.

The old man's van was parked not far from the entrance of the weapons store. Because it was still too old, the original white compartment had turned gray, with bosozoku-style graffiti that was popular twenty or thirty years ago on it.

Song Lan helped the person get into the back seat. The temperature inside the van was surprisingly low, and there was a vague smell of frozen meat.

In this city where there is no restaurant and all ingredients have to be transported by air, the smell of frozen meat is not something you can smell everywhere.

"Okay, without further ado, I have to take her to my clinic for emergency treatment right away."

Hearing the back door of the van being closed, the old man stepped on the accelerator and crashed into the road with a rampage. This barbaric act caused a piercing sound of brakes, followed by abuse from other drivers.

The speed of the van had already left those curses behind.

The old man could no longer conceal his excitement, and his eyes were red.

Military grade prosthetic body!

This little girl is equipped with a military-grade prosthetic body!

Even if he takes them all out and sells them as research samples, the money earned will be enough for him to squander in the future!

As for the reason for her sudden convulsion and coma, it was probably due to the rejection of the neurofeedback system and operating system. In fact, it was a miracle that she didn't go crazy even after installing so many military-grade prosthetics.

This kind of problem is not something that someone like him, who is a half-way monk and does not have a formal prosthetic doctor business license, can deal with. He is sure that even if she is sent to a big hospital, the doctors will be helpless to deal with this symptom.

Fortunately, he had no intention of rescuing this little girl from the beginning.

How can you dismantle all the prosthetic bodies and sell them for money after being resuscitated?

The old man dialed a number and was answered after the phone rang a few times.

"Hello? Old place, come here immediately, I got high-end goods this time!"

"What? How could I lie to you?"

"There are more than one military-grade ones!"

…

The call was hung up.

The old man was completely immersed in joy. When he thought about the wonderful life that was about to come, he wanted to play a rock music.

"It turns out to be a military-grade prosthetic body."

A voice of realization came from behind the car.

"No, I was suspicious when I saw her in the waiting room before. Those eyes are probably military-grade prosthetic eyes, the kind with a positioning system!"

After saying this, the car suddenly fell into a long silence.

The old man looked at the rearview mirror. The sudden appearance of Song Lan in the back seat scared him out of his mind. His joy was instantly replaced by panic, "You, when did you get in the car! I'm warning you, I know the people on the road. If you If you dare to attack me, they won't let you go!"

Even the threatening words are the same retro and iconic cannon fodder lines from twenty or thirty years ago.

According to Song Lan's experience, the future of those who say this is likely to be bleak.

"I have to apologize to you. I wrongly blamed you just now. When I came out of the weapons store, I thought you were an old pervert."

Song Lan sincerely apologized for judging others by their appearance, "I didn't expect that you actually wanted to dismantle her prosthetic body and sell it for money."

"...Let's do this, whoever sees it has a share. When these prosthetic bodies are sold, I will give you 10%."

The old man said.

That's true. After his friends on the road arrive, it's not up to them how to deal with this nosy passerby?

"Actually, I am also a novice prosthetist, and I am currently conducting a research."

Considering the night she and Elmon spent training at the Rainforest Prosthetic Hospital, Song Lan felt that there was nothing wrong with what she said.

"Oh? Then we are still together. Which area are you studying?"

In order to stabilize Song Lan's mood, the old man followed his words and asked.

"The research direction is to integrate the scalpel with the human hip."

"Hahaha, is there such a boring research?"

"The good news is that my research was completed just now."

The carriage fell into deathly silence again.

The old man turned his face sideways and looked at the cushion that had been stained red with blood at some point while talking and laughing with his peripheral vision.

There was a sharp screeching sound as the van crashed straight into a telephone pole on the side of the road.