Druid in Marvel

Al pulled Steve and Rush into a freezer truck that Duke had found to transport pork. Mobile version m..

The unlucky armed man in black was placed on a stainless steel operating table in the carriage. His right foot was completely knocked off by some violent emergency team member.

This right foot is now firmly placed next to his right leg, waiting for a doctor with superb medical skills to rejuvenate him!

Al glanced at Duke and the paracord who were standing by the console, and said with a smile: "Private, go and drive, you are not needed here!

Where is the farthest surgical hospital in New York? We need to rush there, remember to take the most congested road, now let our cannabis doctor Rush, first for this, um~"

As he spoke, Al looked at the silent short-haired and bearded "tough guy" on the console, wrinkled his nose and said: "First check the bearded tough guy's body. He wears too many clothes, and the air-conditioning here is It’s a bit lacking!”

Duke and Kaisuo looked at each other. Of course, they understood that Al didn't want them to get into trouble. It was never good for them to stand by during the torture.

The reason for letting them drive the injured to the hospital in a refrigerated truck is much better. Who can say that they are not? Doesn’t everyone know that New York’s traffic sucks?

The wounded man has some trouble on the road. Who can cause trouble to two enthusiastic policemen? Who has the heart to cause trouble for them?

To know that this wounded man may have just killed a policeman, and two enthusiastic policemen came to save his life. Is there anything more touching?

Duke hugged Al gratefully and said softly: "Thank you! Principal Al, let him suffer for a while for me!"

Al pulled a dagger from Duke's tactical uniform, spread his hands and said, "I estimate he will be in pain for a long time, depending on how fast you drive. Because this doctor has run out of anesthetic! What should I do?"

Duke laughed, jumped out of the car first, and walked towards the cab. He decided to drive himself, at least around Manhattan!

He opened the parachute and walked to Steve, saluted him with a military salute, and said seriously: "You saved my life again! Thank you! Captain Rogers!"

Steve touched his newly grown stubble and said with a smile: "I thought no one would believe it. How could you think I was him?"

Kaisuo said without hesitation: "Because your actions proved to me that you are him, at least in my heart, there is not much difference between you!"

Steve was very happy. He understood. He still didn't believe he was Captain America, but he really felt that his behavior was not much different from Captain America!

This is the best compliment. A person who everyone thought was a liar began to use his actions to prove that he is not much different from the hero who has been promoted for decades. Is there any better compliment than this?

Steve laughed and high-fived the ripcord, made fists, and bumped chests, a black man's routine, and then said with a smile: "Go on the mission, private!"

He opened the parachute and stood up straight, saluted the military salute again, and shouted: "Sir, yes, sir!" Then he turned around, jumped out of the car at a trot, and got into the co-pilot of the refrigerator truck.

Steve thoughtfully pulled the door open and patted the front, signaling that it was time to drive.

Al watched as the refrigerator at the front of the carriage began to work, and the temperature in the carriage began to drop. He nodded with satisfaction, walked up to the black-clothed militant, looked down at his scarred face, and said with a smile: "Hello , we can start."

As he said this, Al didn't wait for the armed man in black to say a harsh word or anything, and stabbed his shoulder with a knife, stirring it cruelly!

The body and limbs of the black-clothed militant were firmly fixed on the console and could not move at all. Al's sudden knife hit him like an electric shock. His neck stretched out, his eyes stared like a frog, and then he used the back of his head desperately. Hit the console, it looks really painful!

Seeing that he was really in pain and prone to self-mutilation, Al very considerately took off Dr. Rush's beautiful suit, folded it and put it on the back of the man's head, raising his head so that he could See clearly the damage you have suffered!

Al was very satisfied with his kindness. He lowered his head and smiled at the black-clothed militant. When he saw the horrified look in his eyes, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed his other shoulder viciously.

The armed man in black stared wide-eyed, shook his head and struggled desperately, but to no avail. The soldiers hated him so much that they tied him so tightly that except for the head on his neck, he could not move any of his fingers!

Rush, who was a doctor on the side, finally couldn't stand it anymore and said carefully: "Principal Al, if you need to ask for a confession, do you take out the things in his mouth? If he suffocates later, who will give him artificial pain?" breathe?"

Al glanced at the black-clad militant who was struggling desperately, and awkwardly used a knife to open the tape that sealed the militant's mouth, making him spit out a piece of rag, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a newbie, and You seem like a tough guy, I have to respect you a little."

Before Mr. "Tough Guy" could scream, he stabbed the previously injured shoulder with another knife and said, "Then let's do it all over again. I feel something now!"

The armed men in black looked at Al with incredulous eyes and screamed miserably, shaking his head and shouting: "What do you want to ask? Just tell me!"

Al smiled and said nothing. He pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into his other shoulder again, stirring it vigorously.

The black-clothed armed men shook their heads in collapse and cried bitterly, "Just tell me what you want to ask! I'll tell you everything!"

Al frowned, looked at the black-clothed militants, and said with disdain: "A tough guy can't give up so quickly. You have to be here for at least an hour. Otherwise, why are we dragging Dr. Rush?

Don't worry, you will never die! "

As he spoke, Al looked at Rush and said: "Man, it's your turn, stop the bleeding of these um~ brothers."

Dr. Rush rolled his eyes, took out two rolls of gauze and poured disinfectant from his briefcase, walked up to the black-clad militant, took a brief look, and roughly stabbed the unfortunate man's wound with the gauze roll. Let this unfortunate guy let out a scream of pain!

Dr. Rush stirred the wound with gauze, suddenly reacted, and asked Al: "He shouldn't have to worry about infection, right?"

Al shrugged his shoulders, pursed his lips, and said, "I don't understand. You can do whatever you want, as long as this guy is still alive when he is sent to the hospital. Otherwise, the two guys in the cab may be in trouble!"

Dr. Rush put his fingers together, saluted, and said with a smile: "I understand, that's no problem! He will definitely not die now!"

After finishing speaking, Dr. Rush ignored the gauze roll still inserted into the shoulder wound of the black-clad militant. He turned around to check his broken leg and said, "His broken leg may need to be treated. The skills of those people just now were too great." It’s rough. This script has come and gone, and it can still be used, but now it may only have half of its functionality.”

Al glanced at it, what kind of craftsmanship is too crude, can it be called craftsmanship by tying it with a shoelace to prevent bleeding?

Waving to Dr. Rush to figure it out, Al turned to the armed man in black, looked at his face with terrible scars, frowned and listened to him scream and shout: "You want to I’ll tell you whatever you ask, stop! I’ll tell you!”

Al smiled and said: "Mr. Scar, you will make me feel very unfulfilled. I promised my buddy to let you suffer for a while. Don't worry, you won't die! Doctor Rush can guarantee it!"

As he spoke, Al's eyes roamed Scarface's body, seeming to be looking for the place to strike the knife.

Scarface raised his head in panic and followed Al's eyes, scanning his body until Al's eyes stopped at a part that made him panic.

Seeing Al raising the dagger, Scarface cried bitterly: "Don't do this, don't do this, I said it all, I said it all!

I am a mercenary, my name is Burke~"

Before Scarface finished speaking, Al stabbed the root of his thigh with a knife, stirred it fiercely, and said viciously: "You lied, let's continue!"

After saying that, Al pulled out the dagger while Scarface screamed, and was about to strike Scarface again in other parts of his body. Maybe it was because he cut a large blood vessel or something, but the scarred face was bleeding profusely.

Rush glanced at it and cursed "fuck!" He took out a few small pliers from his briefcase, threw them at Scarface's thighs, and shouted: "Be careful, are you a newbie? Go to a place that is not fatal. Get started, damaged arteries are very troublesome!"

Al gave Scarface a vicious look and said, "It doesn't matter, this lying man will definitely be able to hold on!"

Scarface looked at Al in horror and shouted angrily: "I didn't lie!"

Al yelled even louder, "I don't give a fuck!"

Scarface was frightened by Al's unreasonableness, and said helplessly and hastily: "My name is Burke. We were hired to capture the big lizard. We can't let him fall into the hands of the police!"

Al angrily raised his dagger and stabbed Burke's arm, saying, "Lie! Do you need to shoot the police and innocent people to catch the lizard?"

As he spoke, Al turned the dagger hard at Burke's violent screams, and said coldly: "There were my relatives, friends, and my fucking students there at the time!"

Burke shook his head hard and shouted: "I don't know, I received an order to attack indiscriminately. The big lizard was going to be captured at that time, and my boss was a little anxious!"

Al stared into Burke's eyes, stabbed Burke's arm again, and asked coldly: "Who is your boss?"

Burke completely collapsed and howled: "Condra Stonebanks, my boss's name is Condra Stonebanks, he is responsible for doing dirty work for many big companies!

Stop torturing me and give me pleasure! "

Al stood up straight, looked back at Steve, who had been standing by the car with his arms folded, and said, "Do you think what he said is true? I think he is lying!"

Steve obviously didn't think much of Al's rough interrogation methods. He shook his head and said: "A normal interrogation should make him repeat his pain at least three to four times, and then repeat his confession. You really Unprofessional, Frank should do this job!”

Al shook his head and said with a smile: "Today is Frank's good day, we shouldn't disturb him. Besides, I think what I did is not too bad! I have a way to prove that what he said is true or false!"

Under Burke's panicked eyes, Al said to Dr. Rush, who was lying on Burke's crotch to stop the bleeding: "Man, are you okay?"

Rush raised his blood-spattered face irritably and said impatiently: "I was about to get better, but when you shouted, there was a blood vessel that I couldn't find! Fuck!" After saying that, Rush got busy again.

Al frowned. From behind, it looked like Dr. Rush was eating Burke's dick. It could be seen from Burke's frightened eyes that he felt the same way. The moment Dr. Rush turned back, Al felt that Burke was going crazy!

Ignoring Dr. Rush, Al looked around and found a pork-splitting ax in the corner of the carriage. He walked to Burke's broken leg as he was about to go crazy.

Raising his axe, Al smiled at Burke and said, "You lied!"

In Burke's crazy cry of "I don't have it, I don't have it!", an ax chopped off his severed foot two inches further.

Burke finally couldn't bear Al's torture, shouted, "I didn't~" and then fainted!

Al smiled at Steve and said, "Look, I guess he wasn't lying! Condra Stonebanks, who is this?"

Steve walked over helplessly, adjusted Burke's shoelaces to stop the bleeding, and said: "You want to know, wait until he wakes up and continue asking, I think he is telling the truth now!

I didn't realize that you were so cruel. It seems that I looked down on you before! "

Al shook the ax in his hand nonchalantly and said with a smile: "The ax is easier!"

As he spoke, Al raised his eyebrows at Steve and said, "Brother, I told you, the people you killed are less than a fraction of the number of people I killed, so show some respect to me in the future, I'm very cruel!"

Dr. Rush was busy with Burke's thighs. He looked up at Burke's calf, which was missing another section. He patted his forehead and shouted helplessly: "Don't be so rude. If you do this, I will be in trouble."

As he spoke, the cannabis doctor turned to Burke's calf, examined it carefully, clamped a few blood vessels that were still bleeding with a few delicate small clamps, shook his head and said, "This is considered a connection. It will be a lot shorter.”

Al spread his hands indifferently and said, "What's the matter? Chop the other foot shorter too, so it's not as long.

Do it quickly! You, an unlicensed doctor, still care about this?

You can do this kind of surgery at any roadside plastic surgery hospital in South Korea.

Besides, since Mr. Burke dares to shoot at innocent people, does he still care about this? "

Dr. Rush looked at Burke's broken leg, shook his head, and said, "I lost my license because I smoked marijuana and performed surgery. It has nothing to do with my medical skills. Don't compare me to Korean plastic surgeons!

To be honest, what we are doing now is far different from those doctors! "

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