Actually, it's no longer safe here. Xing Baohua will be moved to the next safe house.
The safe house isn't just for the guards; sometimes, secret and clandestine matters are handled here.
After changing vehicles, Xing Baohua arrived at the next safe house and asked people to search the surrounding area for a doctor.
Logically speaking, the doctor the camel found should be waiting nearby.
The car that captured the prisoner took a different route; they knew how to get there.
Xing Baohua entered the house and had someone start unpacking the suitcases. He then turned on the computer provided in the safe house. Soon, four 3.5-inch mechanical hard drives appeared in front of Xing Baohua.
He picked one up, checked the interface first, and then launched into a tirade of profanities. The hard drive in Xing Baohua's hand had a non-standard interface, and he had never seen one before. It must be an interface developed by IBM itself.
I didn't have the necessary tools, and it was difficult to make the connector cable. I counted the pins on the connector cable; there were 67 pins.
This is a bit puzzling. Why design so many pins? Besides, computer motherboards don't even have this kind of interface!
We still have to figure out how to convert it? Grandma, that's making things more difficult.
It's not possible to check its authenticity anytime soon; you'll need to go to the hardware group at the software park to have a converter made.
A moment later, a person with white skin was dragged in. Xing Baohua saw a simple bandage on his stomach. Who gave him a sock to use as gauze to stop the bleeding?
There seems to be a hole in the leg, and it looks like a shoelace has been used to tie the wound tightly to stop the bleeding.
The white man looked somewhat thin, was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and had a rather robust build.
He kept his head down and eyes closed, not saying a word. If it weren't for the rise and fall of his belly, I would have thought he was dead.
Xing Baohua took an AK from the guard, raised the muzzle of the gun to the man's neck, and the man slightly opened his eyes and glanced at Xing Baohua.
It's not that I don't want to resist or struggle, it's just that I've lost a lot of blood and my mind is in a daze.
"Can you hear me? Who are you? Who sent you?" Xing Baohua asked.
The other party did not answer and tried to lower his head again, but unfortunately, the gun was pressed against his chin, and he could not lower it.
Just as Xing Baohua was about to ask more questions, a middle-aged doctor was brought in with a slightly overweight nurse.
"Treat them first!" Xing Baohua said.
"Sir, this patient is about to die from blood loss and needs imported blood to replenish his blood supply," the doctor said.
Xing Baohua said to the doctor, "Check his blood type. We'll each give him some blood and start treating him. He hasn't answered a single question I asked yet. He can't just die like this."
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