Dress up as Dior sister and awaken your substitute at the beginning

The shelter is located in the basement of an abandoned building. It can be entered through a secret door hidden behind a bookcase. The location is very secluded.

Spitwagen spent a lot of effort and finally hid in without any danger.

But he was injured during Cook's torture and had to escape with his two children, so even if he was familiar with the terrain, he could not get rid of Cook and others.

Now, the enemy has locked the approximate location of the shelter.

Maybe in a little while the shelter will be discovered.

in the afternoon.

A small room in a shelter.

The flame of the oil lamp illuminated the room, dissipating a bit of the cold and dampness unique to the basement.

Mia was lying on her side on the bed, her head was bandaged, her face was pale, and her eyes were closed. Dio and Spitwagen stood beside the bed with anxious expressions.

Spitwagen frowned: "Dior, do you really want to do that?"

After entering the shelter, Dio told Spitwagen their real names. Anyway, Mia had already accidentally said it before when she was injured, so there was no point in hiding it.

Dio looked up at Spitwagen with firm eyes: "This is the only way. Please help her."

Spitwagen was silent for a moment and nodded with difficulty: "Try it... you can't do nothing."

"Thank you."

The arrogant young man bowed to others sincerely for the first time.

The two started the plan they had just discussed.

Dio helped Mia turn over and put her in a prone position.

Spitwagen took tweezers and gauze and carefully removed the bandage on Mia's head, revealing the wound inside. Dark red blood scab covered the bullet hole, and he couldn't see what was going on inside.

Taking a deep breath, he gently opened the blood scab with tweezers.

After a few slight tearing sounds, the blood scab was torn off, and blood oozed from the wound again. The blood blocked his vision, and Spitwagen could only see some broken white tissue.

He swallowed, his hands shaking a little.

Mia tenaciously maintained her life, but her body was still gradually weakening, and she even stopped breathing several times.

Cook and others were watching eagerly outside, and he could not take Mia to the hospital.

Just now, Dio came up with a crazy idea - to remove the bullet from Mia's head.

There is no other way.

He couldn't go to the hospital, and Mia's condition was getting worse, so she had no choice but to fight like this.

Spitwagen used gauze to suck the blood from the wound so it wouldn't obstruct his vision.

After most of the blood was sucked out, the bullet-riddled brain could be seen through the small bullet holes. The strange white pieces and paste soaked in the bright red liquid have an unusual visual impact.

With his heart beating like a drum, Spittwagan put his tweezers into the bullet hole, looking for the bullet in his brain.

The brain feels very strange to the touch, like a bowl of overcooked custard, and makes a sticky friction sound when touched. A slight feeling of nausea came over him, and cold sweat soaked Spitwagen's back.

He had experience in helping people remove bullets, but only from ordinary locations such as legs and arms.

Before today, he never dreamed that he would help someone remove a bullet from their brain.

The brain, what a sophisticated and important organ!

If it is damaged anywhere, the person may be crippled!

Now, he reached in with the tweezers, looking for a bullet that was covered by brain tissue and could only be determined by touch.

Suddenly, the tweezers hit something hard and smooth.

bullet! !

With joy in his heart, Spitwagen's tense nerves relaxed a little. He carefully picked up the bullet with tweezers, trying to take it out of the bullet hole.

The bullet was very obedient, motionless and allowed to be picked out by Spitwagen.

However, when the quick clamp hits the bullet hole.

The smooth surface of the iron bullet combined with the blood makes it slippery. It emerges from the tweezers without warning and escapes somewhere else.

"Trouble."

Seeing the large amount of blood pouring out from the wound, Spitwagen felt chills all over, as if a bucket of ice water had poured down from his head to his feet.

Not only did the tweezers fail to capture the bullet, some blood vessels in the brain also burst.

Spitwagen tried his old trick again, trying to absorb the blood with gauze.

But this time, the amount of bleeding was too great. The blood absorbed by the gauze had not yet poured out. The bullet hole was completely filled with blood, and nothing could be seen.

He felt Mia's pulse and found that the beating of the blood vessels was so weak that it almost disappeared.

There is no time.

The bullet must be removed immediately!

Spitwagen bit the tip of his tongue, trying to calm down.

However, saving people is in a sense more psychologically stressful than killing people.

This child is still so young and hasn’t even had time to see the world clearly. If it happens because of his mistakes...

The tweezers seemed to have been burned by fire, so hot that Spitwagen could hardly hold them.

Dio looked at Mia's pale little face, and then at Spitwagen's trembling hands, with some struggle flashing in his eyes.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand.

"Give me the tweezers and I'll do it."

Spitwagen hesitated for a moment before giving the tweezers to Dio.

Dio took the tweezers and inserted them into the bullet hole.

Under the bright light of the oil lamp, the young man's face was expressionless and his eyes were cold.

It was as if what the tweezers inserted into was not my sister's brain, but a pool of thin milk and egg custard.

Find, clip, take out...

His hands did not tremble at all, and were as dexterous and calm as a experienced surgeon.

Soon, a bullet stained with blood and white fragments was clipped out by Dio. The foreign object in Mia's brain disappeared, and if she was lucky, she might survive.

Spitwagen let out a long sigh of relief, and couldn't help but look at Dio with a hint of awe.

The bullet that had troubled him for so long was easily taken out by Dio.

You know, Dio entrusted this matter to him because he had experience in treating gunshot wounds.

As a result, his performance was worse than that of a novice.

jingle.

The tweezers, together with the bullet caught in them, fell from Dio's hand and fell to the ground.

The boy who had been as calm as a machine just now started to tremble slightly, and his body swayed, as if he was about to fall.

Spitwagen's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand to support Dio: "You didn't..."

"It's okay." Dio weakly slapped Spitwagen's hand away and leaned against the wall to pant, his voice hoarse, "Help Mia, bandage it."

Dio's face looked very bad, as if he was seriously ill. He leaned against the wall, staring at Mia who was struggling on the edge of death, his eyes full of concern.

Spitwagen pursed his lips and squatted down to help Mia bandage the wound with clean gauze and bandages.

He has the special ability to distinguish between good and evil, and he can vaguely see that Dio is a bastard with a dark heart.

However, no matter how bad a person is, he may still have a little softness towards his family.

"Okay." Spitwagen breathed a sigh of relief as he gently tied a knot on the bandage.

After seeing Mia's wounds being treated with his own eyes, Dio couldn't hold on any longer. He covered his mouth and stumbled towards the bathroom.

Spitwagen hesitated for a moment and did not chase after him. He felt that Dio might not like to be seen in his embarrassment by outsiders.

In fact, Spitwagen felt that Dior's reaction was not embarrassing.

He knew very well how much psychological pressure the act of taking bullets would put on people.

He and Mia were just strangers, but he couldn't help but his hands were shaking, let alone Dio who personally put the tweezers into his sister's brain.

but.

Despite this, Dior was able to complete the operation calmly and almost indifferently.

Spitwagen sighed, with complicated eyes: "The future life is terrible..."

After saying that, he turned his gaze to the unconscious girl and stared worriedly at her snow-white cheeks.

After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and prayed devoutly to God, hoping that she would wake up.

He could feel that Mia was the only person Dio cared about.

If she went to God, he could not imagine how much trouble a smart, rational, careless evil person would cause in society...