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Mu Qian didn't dare to take the saber that Lu Bingcheng handed over, the blade was facing down, and fell into the cabin with a ding.It's nothing to do surgery, but the crux of the problem is that this is not an operating room, and the cabin is not an operating table.Even if Lu Bingcheng has the ultimate hacking skill of resurrection with full blood, he will not be completely infected by the surrounding bacteria.What should he do if he is not sure, has no guarantee, and has no money for surgery?

Lu Bingcheng continued: "It's probably in the stomach. You must take it out quickly, otherwise your hand will still be inside when the wound heals, and no one knows what will happen."

Mu Qian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said awkwardly: "Actually, my medical skills are not very good. I can cure pneumonia even if I cure a cold. The dean always says that I don't do my job properly. I only know how to go to the bar every day to flirt with my younger brother. I don't put my mind on the business at all. Place. I think your problem is quite serious, you should find a more reliable doctor to operate on you after you arrive at the headquarters you just mentioned."

Lu Bingcheng grabbed the saber that fell on the ground, and handed it to Mu Qian again: "Either you cut me, or I cut you, you choose."

Mu Qian swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and slowly took the saber in Lu Bingcheng's hand: "Then I'll cut you open."

Before the operation started, Mu Qian's forehead was already soaked with sweat.He has never tried an operation that takes a bullet with his bare hands in as short as a few seconds. I dare say that the test is not medical skills at all, but eyesight and speed...

Mu Qian brought out the skills he had devoted to studying Xiaoxiaole for many years, held his breath, his canthus cracked, and he stared at Lu Bingcheng's abdomen with wide eyes.

A silver Swiss Army knife was pasted on it, cutting down along Lu Bingcheng's chest line.

"Ah..." Lu Bingcheng yelled in pain, Mu Qian was frightened by his sudden voice and immediately stopped the blade in his hand: "Are you still in pain?"

Lu Bingcheng said to him: "Aren't you talking nonsense!"

During the conversation, the wound had begun to heal again.

Mu Qian had no choice but to pull out the saber, and watched helplessly as the two pieces of skin that had been split were stuck together like a zipper.

"It's healed."

Lu Bingcheng gasped and asked him, "How long?"

Mu Qian thought about it carefully: "It's probably less than ten seconds before and after."

Lu Bingcheng turned over with difficulty, trying his best to remove the painful memory just now from the brain tissue.

"Ten seconds, can you do it?"

Mu Qian's brain restarted automatically, and he quickly shook his head: "I can't."

Lu Bingcheng didn't intend to let him go so easily, he gritted his teeth and lay down again: "If you can't do it, you have to do it!"

Mu Qian looked down at Lu Bingcheng's abdomen in bewilderment, held her breath again, her canthus cracked, and she tried to find the location of the stomach.

This time, Mu Qian tried to be steady and ruthless when he cut the knife.The tip of the knife pierced into Lu Bingcheng's chest and abdomen, and it was a swift slash.The blade cut across Lu Bingcheng's skin, bringing out a whole stream of blood.

Reflecting the rising sun, Mu Qian's eyes moved quickly from side to side.His eyes swept over Lu Bingcheng's liver and stomach, and finally stopped at the right side of his gallbladder.

The bullet hit it there, but it didn't leave any scars at all.It's just a blood-stained bullet stuck in the middle of various organs, and it can be removed with a little effort.

Mu Qian reached out to get the bullet, but Lu Bingcheng's skin closed again.

After two caesarean sections without any anesthesia, Lu Bingcheng's forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.His face was very pale and his body was trembling.Although the body has no scars, the memory of pain in the brain still exists.

Mu Qian approached worriedly: "I've seen the location of the bullet, do you want to take a break and start again?"

Lu Bingcheng shook his head, panting with difficulty: "Hurry up, hurry up...I can't last long..."

Mu Qian quickly held down Lu Bingcheng's body, and cut open his chest and abdomen again.

This time, without any hesitation, he directly reached in with his bare hands and took out the bullet squeezed between the gallbladder and stomach.In less than ten seconds, Mu Qian simply and neatly completed all the movements.

"It's taken out, the bullet is taken out!" He looked down at Lu Bingcheng, but was knocked to the ground by the other side's violent pounce.

Lu Bingcheng couldn't hold on for long, and the smell of blood aroused his aggressive character.He has been trying his best to restrain himself, but in the end he still can't overcome the bloodthirsty instinct brought by the special medicine.

He is like a giant beast, as long as he smells blood, he will want to go up and kill others.Mu Qian was the only prey he could touch, and he had to kill him.

The moment he threw Mu Qian down, Lu Bingcheng's hands wrapped around his neck.Mu Qian blushed, kicking with both hands and feet.

Lu Bingcheng straddled Mu Qian motionless. For him, crushing Mu Qian was as easy as crushing an ant.

With a trembling right hand, Mu Qian grabbed the Swiss Army knife that fell in the cabin, and suddenly the tip of the knife stabbed at Lu Bingcheng, leaving a long and narrow knife wound on his face.

Lu Bingcheng was kicked back by Mu Qian's sneak attack, and Mu Qian took the opportunity to punch Lu Bingcheng in the face.In Lu Bingcheng's eyes, the cotton candy-like fist was undoubtedly just a tickle. He twisted his neck back, and stretched out his hand to grab Mu Qian's neck again.

Mu Qian struggled to hold Lu Bingcheng's hands, trying to find the way to subdue Lu Bingcheng last time in his memory.Breathing became more and more difficult, and vision became more and more blurred.Mu Qian held her breath uncomfortably, grabbed the saber and stabbed it into Lu Bingcheng's thigh.

"Ah..." Lu Bingcheng let go of his hand suddenly, leaned over and pressed his wound.

Mu Qian took the opportunity to run to the cabin of the speedboat and locked the door behind her.He was running his brain quickly, carefully comparing the commonalities between the two mutations.

The rocket bomb exploded on the right rear of the Audi, the glass shattered, and Lu Bingcheng began to change.

On the speedboat, he was operated on to take out the bullets, and he was cut three times, and Lu Bingcheng began to change.

Mu Qian thought about it, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

Blood!

is blood!

Every time Lu Bingcheng lost his mind, it was when the smell of blood filled the surroundings.Whether it's someone else's blood or his own.As long as there is this rust-like smell, Lu Bingcheng will start killing people like a madman.

Bang bang bang!

Lu Bingcheng hit the cabin door violently, and Mu Qian was so frightened that she trembled all over.He turned his head to look at Lu Bingcheng who was outside the glass door, those red eyes really did not look like normal people.

Mu Qian piled all the heavy objects in the cabin to the door, blocking Lu Bingcheng's only way in.He himself retreated to the rearmost position of the cabin, and stuck tightly to the bulkhead.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally no movement outside the cabin door.

Mu Qian struggled to calm her breathing, and boldly walked to the hatch to look out.Outside the cabin, Lu Bingcheng was frantically beating the hull of the speedboat.The pure white hull of the speedboat was punched out with fist-sized dents one after another.He is using this almost masochistic method to reduce his desire to kill.

This is a peaceful age, and there should be no anti-human things like biological weapons.If Lu Bingcheng could not overcome this desire, the Imperial Legion would no longer give him missions, and the only belief he relied on for survival would completely collapse.He can't let the situation develop to that point, he must stabilize his emotions.

Punch after punch, until the cabin completely changed its shape.Lu Bingcheng finally calmed down gradually, and the blood in his eyes gradually faded.He slumped down in the cabin and lay back with his head up.This kind of restraint is not the way, he can't start pounding the ground every time he sees blood.He needs a more stable and reliable method, but what is this method?Lu Bingcheng couldn't think of it at all.

He got up and looked inside the cabin, just in time to meet Mu Qian's worried eyes.He pulled the Swiss Army knife out of his thigh, spattering blood.

The smell of blood made him frowned, but it didn't inspire his bestiality again.He finally relaxed completely, like a weary beast.

Mu Qian quickly opened the hatch and rushed out, and threw herself next to Lu Bingcheng to check his injuries.Eyelids, snort, heartbeat, pulse, and most importantly, a wound on the thigh.Mu Qian quickly checked Lu Bingcheng, lowered her head and slapped him twice on the face: "How are you? Are you still alive?"

Lu Bingcheng opened his eyes weakly, and said angrily, "I'm not dead... I was slapped to death by you..."

"Wait for me, I'll find you a medicine box." Mu Qian hurriedly returned to the cabin, rummaged through boxes and cabinets and found the medicine box.There were emergency medicines in the medicine box, enough for Mu Qian to bandage Lu Bingcheng's leg injury.

Mu Qian has already learned about Lu Bingcheng's habit of killing whenever he sees blood. The wound on his thigh was bandaged a moment later, and Mu Qian's life was more threatened.

In order to still meet the sun tomorrow, Mu Qian didn't dare to delay for a moment, and rushed back to Lu Bingcheng's side in a hurry, bandaging his wound in a hurry.

The sun is warm and the sea is white.Listening to the cries of seagulls, Lu Bingcheng suddenly remembered when he first joined the Imperial Army.

At that time, he was only a 14-year-old kid who had learned Three-legged Cat Kung Fu for a few years and wanted to challenge the head of the Southeast Asian branch.The team leader didn't look down on him, but specially opened a place for him, and fought him seriously.

As can be imagined, Lu Bingcheng suffered a crushing defeat.His arm was twisted off, his leg was broken, his face and body were bruised, and even his fingers were almost broken.The leader did not leave him any way out, but simply let him understand a cruel reality: this world does not sympathize with the weak.No matter how many reasons you have, you are weak and you are the guilty one.

It is this reason that has been motivating Lu Bingcheng to fight for the Imperial Legion until now.He doesn't want to be a weak person, he needs to rely on his own strength to prove that his position in the Imperial Legion is unshakable.

Looking back on the past years and suffering, Lu Bingcheng gritted his teeth and persisted.Now it's just a bloodthirsty problem, how much harder can it be than getting rid of drugs?

He won't give in, and no one wants him to.

"Okay, how are you feeling?"

Lu Bingcheng looked down at his thigh, and there was a playful bow tied on it.

"The technology is okay, but the aesthetics are terrible."

Mu Qian rolled his eyelids: "Just use it."

Lu Bingcheng looked Mu Qian up from the bottom up, and suddenly took his hand slowly.The body temperature different from her own was transmitted to her heart along the back of her hand, and Mu Qian's eyes widened in shock: "What are you doing..."

Lu Bingcheng sensed Mu Qian's inner thoughts all at once, and snorted involuntarily.Thinking of him, the squad leader of the DN2 squad of the Imperial Legion, how could he be in heat casually in broad daylight?He just wanted to find out about Mu Qian, so that he could tell Alan and Kona the details as soon as possible after returning to the headquarters.

Mu Qian was wearing long-sleeved trousers, and the only places she could touch were her hands and face.He can't just touch someone's face with his hands, can he?So the best option is of course hands.But now it seems that this choice is not appropriate...

Lu Bingcheng said lightly: "Try the bones to tell your fortune."