Farmers in the courtyard

Confirm the identity of the rescuers and then hand over, including some equipment and information.

The whole process was very fast, and the other party only asked about Gu Xiaowen's whereabouts. After hearing that Wang Zhendong said that she was seriously injured and dying, she didn't ask any more questions.

He just gave Wang Zhendong an address and asked him to send Gu Xiaowen here for treatment.

That's what outside intelligence officers are like, without too much nonsense or too much emotion.

Some people live and some die, it has become routine.

Spy battles are never pretty, but bloody and quite cruel.

Especially in a weak situation, everyone is hovering on the edge of death.

With so many casualties this time, it was just a very ordinary confrontation. Of course, if Wang Zhendong hadn't come over, Gu Xiaowen insisted.

Most likely there will be no such thing as a rescue, and if you have to give up, just give up.

Without saying too much or staying too long, after the handover, the other party's vehicle quickly left and disappeared into the long night.

No one seemed to care about Gu Xiaowen, nor asked where she was now.

This is the reality, just like Wang Zhendong was on the battlefield in the Northern Dynasties. He was on the front line of fire one after another, and there were injured and dying comrades along the way, but he pretended not to see them.

What was captured in the movie was less than one percent of the cruelty.

Wang Zhendong didn't have time to think too much and drove wildly in his car. He knew that Paris would gather more intelligence elites and killers next.

Because tonight he killed about fifty or sixty people by himself, and almost finished the whole pot there.

A place like that must be a station for the intelligence work of European and American countries. With so many people dead this time, one can only imagine how European and American countries would react.

He could have directly used the space to return to his country or to Xiangjiang, but Gu Xiaowen was seriously injured, so it would be a bug even if he returned.

Gu Xiaowen can certainly be cured in Xiangjiang, but how will he explain after rescuing her?

Therefore, Wang Zhendong did not want to leave such an obvious contradiction, so he could only treat Gu Xiaowen in France.

And it can’t last long. He needs treatment today and tomorrow.

Only in this way can it be explained clearly.

In fact, with the static space, there would be no problem if Gu Xiaowen left it for several years or decades, but Wang Zhendong didn't want to do that.

Considering the treatment address provided by the responder, Wang Zhendong was still a little hesitant. He was worried about safety.

It was a small wine estate in a very remote location. It wasn't actually that far from Paris on the map.

The owner of the manor is a doctor and the personal physician of a big shot in Paris.

Wang Zhendong didn't know the specific situation, but he believed the person in charge said that the doctor was one of his own, or that he didn't mix with other people.

He thought about it while driving, and finally decided to go.

With the decision made, he no longer continued to drive, but entered the space with both people and the car, and passed through the door of space, which was safer.

After entering the space, Wang Zhendong first treated himself, took out the bullet from the wound, disinfected and bandaged it. This gunshot wound had no impact on him at all.

After bandaging, I also took a towel to clean my body, changed my clothes, and then started to check the injury with Gu Xiaowen's mind in the still space.

Eleven wounds, from the thigh to the chest, abdomen, back and arms. Logically speaking, such gunshot wounds would definitely lead to death, but fortunately the agents used small-caliber pistols.

It is light, fast and easy to carry, has low recoil and low gunfire, making it very suitable for use by agents.

After careful inspection, Wang Zhendong breathed a sigh of relief. Gu Xiaowen was lucky and had almost no fatal injuries.

Several wounds on the chest, abdomen and back did not damage the major blood vessels, and the bleeding was easy to stop. The warhead rolled very little, and the damage was not serious.

Arms and thighs are even better.

With a flash of thought, Wang Zhendong took out all the bullets in Gu Xiaowen's body. After they were released, they could be immediately cleaned, disinfected and sutured to stop the bleeding.

It also buys time for rescue.

After all this work, Wang Zhendong relaxed, started to boil water and make tea, lit a cigarette, sat under the big tree, and looked at the beautiful scenery of the giant lake.

The weather in space is bad today, there is no sun, the clouds are thick, and it looks like it will rain heavily.

My thoughts passed over the vast land planting area, and it was already golden, with wheat waves forming in the wind.

It’s almost time to harvest again.

Grain production has been very stable over the years, with almost tens of millions of tons stored in the static space, although he has also continued to release grain from Xiangjiang.

But there is a huge difference between that amount and the harvest.

Don't worry, the static space is infinite, and he doesn't know how much it can hold, but it always seems like it's not enough. If he keeps these grains, he will also use them as weapons in the future.

Yes, food is also a weapon and ammunition to attack other countries.

It is also a weight that can control international food prices, so this amount is not enough now.

When it was dark outside, Wang Zhendong stood up and prepared to leave the space.

And it has started to rain in the space.

It was a remote small vineyard outside Paris. Wang Zhendong searched for it for a long time according to the map before he found the place.

In the early morning, the temperature was very low, there was still fog, and the sun did not come out.

After Wang Zhendong arrived, as soon as he stopped the car, he saw someone opening the door of a bungalow and coming out.

A middle-aged man with a mustache and a slicked back hair. His hair is gray, but I don’t know if it’s because he’s getting gray with age, or if it’s just the way French people have their hair.

The middle-aged man came over, had a brief exchange with Wang Zhendong, and pointed to a wooden house in the woods at the edge.

"Send the injured over there..." After saying that, the middle-aged man returned to the house quickly.

Wang Zhendong was also relieved. This person actually knew Chinese and spoke it pretty well. It seemed that he had been to China before.

He drove the car into the woods, then entered the cabin to check it out. It was indeed a treatment room with all kinds of medicines and firearms.

When he saw a middle-aged man coming hurriedly with a woman with tawny hair from the window, Wang Zhendong suddenly thought and put Gu Xiaowen on the operating table.

When the two of them entered, Wang Zhendong quickly explained the situation. When he heard that the bullets had been taken out, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

He seemed a little unconvinced, but after a little inspection, he believed it.

The girl with tawny hair and freckles on her face only glanced at Wang Zhendong when she entered the door, then focused on the injured and began to check his physical signs.

He also hooked up the infusion, his movements were quick and neat, and he seemed to be a veteran. It was hard to imagine that this young girl was so skilled.

Especially when she saw Gu Xiaowen covered in blood and with wounds everywhere, the girl didn't look moved at all.

It can be seen that he is well-informed.

Wang Zhendong saw the two people's skillful treatment and did not stay any longer. He could accept Gu Xiaowen's death, but he could not witness Gu Xiaowen's treatment process.

Standing outside the door of the wooden house, he lit a cigarette and smoked it calmly.

It looked like he was going to stay here for a while. Looking at the scenery around him, Wang Zhendong thought to himself...