North American Rough Police: Starting from the Los Angeles Patrol

Locke's heart tightened, this look was very familiar to him, 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 fear, no weakness, no pretense, only calmness, just like a black mamba foraging on the African grasslands.

Locke said calmly: "Because you killed Ferlan Alphonse!"

The black killer asked: "You want to kill him too?"

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

Locke shrugged, "So to speak, can you heal yourself? If you can, I will leave now. Don't worry, CIA and FBI should not be able to find this place in a short time. But it is best not to stay here for more than 6 hours …”

With that said, he was ready to leave.

Locke knows very well how tenacious monsters of this level are, and they usually have the ability to save themselves. As long as the bleeding is stopped, they will never die.

And this type of person will not trust anyone easily, let alone when they are injured.

The black killer spoke again, "Are you a doctor?"

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

A chill ran down his spine, and an image flashed through his mind. If he had reached over the killer to unbuckle his belt, the guy might have slit his throat.

Locke immediately realized the problem. As a scavenger, he mostly faced corpses. He had never faced an S-class killer directly and lacked alertness to monsters of this level.

He immediately became alert and replied: "So be it!"

The black killer stared straight at Locke and said in a sincere tone: "I need your help. The bullet in the abdomen injured the intestines. I can't suture it myself. Thank you very much for saving me this time. I can help you kill two people." personal……"

Make the request, give the reward, be straightforward.

Locke hesitated for a moment, frowned and said: "If the intestines are really injured, it will lead to abdominal infection, and I don't have anesthetic..."

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, Peske, keep my word. As long as the person you ask me to kill is not the President of the United States, I will definitely do it." Complete the task for you..."

It turns out this guy's name is Paiske.

Locke knew why the killer gave his name, probably to gain his trust.

He hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay!"

Logically speaking, if he realizes the danger of this guy, and according to Locke's character, he will leave.

However, just after he realized that he almost died when he saved people before, he actually felt timid, which made him feel ashamed.

Therefore, he decided to face this guy head-on. He wanted to see how far he was from S-class talents 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 navel of the left abdomen, about the size of a little finger.

Fortunately, this shot should have been a 18mm bullet shot by a Glock G9. If it had been shot by a SCAR or HK416, he would have definitely died long ago.

Locke turned to look at Paiske, indicating that he was about to start.

"please..."

Paiske's eyes were still calm, as if he were treating Locke to a meal, but there was a little more emotion in his eyes, and he said curiously: "Your sword-hiding skills are very good, a bit like a Japanese ninja. I didn't even find out where the sword came from. from……"

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

Locke didn't respond and looked down at the wound. Fortunately, he didn't see the scalpel appear out of thin air before.

He drew the knife towards the wound, and when he pulled it, a smooth and straight incision appeared.

Ten minutes later, Locke sewed up the wound. He was a little shocked. Although the bullet damaged the intestines, the amount of bleeding was not large, and the intestines were also very clean, not as dirty as he imagined.

What does this mean?

Paiske had emptied his intestines before taking action, preventing in advance the possibility of contamination of the abdominal cavity caused by being shot in the abdomen. Is this the quality of a top killer?

Also, he should have other ways to replenish his physical fitness and keep himself energetic, otherwise he would not be able to survive on an empty stomach until now. He is indeed a monster!

After Locke sewed up the wound, he looked at Paiske and said, "Okay, do you need to sew up the other three wounds for you?"

Spike's expression was still calm, but his forehead was covered with beads of sweat and his lips were a little white, finally showing some weakness.

He nodded and said: "Sorry to trouble you, I didn't expect that you are really a doctor. Not only do you have a scalpel, but you also have needles and threads for suturing, and your techniques are so skillful. I am really lucky to meet you..."

After another three minutes, Locke sewed up the other three penetrating wounds, and reminded: "You'd better do some disinfection later, otherwise there is a high chance of infection..."

Spike raised his hand and patted Locke's hand gratefully, "Thank you, I'm so grateful to you. You can tell me the person you want to kill..."

"what do you mean?"

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

A relaxed smile appeared on Spike's face, "Don't worry, it's just an anesthetic. I'm really grateful to you for saving me. I thought I would die today, but I didn't expect that I could escape from the joint pursuit of CIA and FBI. You can now Tell me, who are you?"

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

When Spike saw that Locke was silent, he frowned and asked, "Are you from Harvey? What does he want from me? Only Godwin knows the list of Drip Plan, and there is no use for him to find me..."

Locke has realized that Spike is not an awakened agent within the CIA as he imagined, or a knight who acts for heaven.

He asked: "Why did you kill Ferland Alphonse?"

Spike looked at Locke in confusion, "Godwin is chasing him a little too closely. I want to give him a warning. Who do you belong to?"

Damn next door, it turns out it's just dog eat dog within the CIA.

Fortunately, he thought this guy was a hero who eliminated harm for the people, and was influenced by him to decide to become a righteous hero.

What a stupid way to deceive his feelings!

Locke looked calm, "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I thought you killed Fairland Alphonse for justice, so I saved you, but it turned out not to be the case!"

Spike was startled for a moment, with a white eye, and smiled: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. But no matter what the reason is, he is dead, isn't he? Don't worry, I will keep my promise, you tell me two Name, I will help you kill them, haha, I can probably guess who you are?"

He stared at Locke carefully, "You want to recruit me, right? The legendary 'doctor'? Unfortunately, you are not qualified yet, and you know nothing about me..."

Locke looked at Spike in surprise, this guy actually thought he was "the doctor".

Well, he must have noticed that he was disguised, and he also had superb medical skills. It seemed that he was easily misunderstood!

Locke smiled softly, and in the face of Spike's shocked eyes, he raised his hand that was stuck with the needle, "Mr. Spike, I want to tell you a story. There is a fable in ancient China called Mr. Dongguo and the Wolf..."