It was a dark night, under the bright moonlight, and three cars were chasing each other on a winding mountain road.
Song Nanwu was sitting in the driver's seat, glancing at the two black cars chasing him in the rearview mirror, and suddenly slowed down.
Si Jin was maneuvering in the back seat when he felt the car slow down. He frowned slightly and looked back at Song Nanwu. Before he could say anything, he heard Song Nanwu say, "Captain, hold on tight."
As they were talking, a black car caught up and drove side by side.
Song Nanwu glanced at the people in the black car. There were two muscular men sitting in the front of the car. They seemed to be martial artists.
At this moment, the person in the passenger seat of the black car had already pointed a pistol at Song Nanwu.
A cold look flashed in his eyes, and Song Nanwu curled his lips slightly.
When the man fired the gun, he quickly shifted into reverse gear and stepped on the accelerator at the same time.
As the car rapidly retreated, the bullet passed in front of the car and missed.
And this series of actions took only the blink of an eye.
The black car in front: "..."
Damn, there is such a thing?!
The black car that was originally following behind was also startled by Song Nanwu's sudden action. Looking at the car rushing towards it, it subconsciously turned the steering wheel to the left and dodged.
When she reacted, Song Nanwu turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, and the car body drifted, turning a beautiful arc under the moonlight, and sped towards the downhill road.
Everyone in the two black cars: "..."
Damn, is this driving skill really that amazing?
Si Jin in the back seat put away his gun, stared at the back of Song Nanwu's head in silence, and then sat in the passenger seat.
Looking at her deeply, Si Jin snorted coldly and questioned, "Is this what you mean by not being able to drive? This Buddhist girl is really not honest at all."
Song Nanwu gave him a serious look and said coldly, "Captain, I wasn't lying to you. You should be thankful that I didn't drive the car off the cliff."
In the 27th century, all cars were self-driving. Only a few years ago, a company launched a car that could switch between manual and automatic modes, under the pretext of letting everyone experience the joy of driving.
However, even so, it is different from manual driving in the 21st century, but the two are somewhat similar.
The reason why she had experienced it was because Yunsi bought this car out of boredom and recommended it to her.
They went down the mountain very quickly and the two black cars could not catch up. When they reached the foot of the mountain, Song Nanwu and Si Jin switched positions.
Si Jin did not drive back to the base, but went to an upscale residential area called Yunhai Bay.
"Aren't you going back to the base?" Song Nanwu said to Si Jin after unbuckling his seat belt and getting out of the car.
"Treat your wound." Si Jin looked at her and said.
Song Nanwu didn't care much about this wound. "It's nothing serious. It's just a bullet scratch. I can just apply some medicine when I get home."
"I've asked someone to come and handle it for you." Si Jin glanced at her, not allowing her to refuse, and then walked towards the elevator.
Song Nanwu didn't say anything else. She followed Si Jin silently and took the elevator.
Leaning lazily against the full-length mirror behind her, Song Nanwu slowly peeled a candy and ate it.
Si Jin stood aside and glanced at her, "Do you like eating candy so much?"
"Yeah." Song Nanwu lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. She responded softly without looking up at him.
The blood on the arm seemed to have stopped flowing, but there was still a faint smell of blood in the air, especially in this narrow elevator, the smell was a little strong.
Not liking the taste, Song Nanwu frowned.
"Does it hurt? The wound." Si Jin looked at her and asked.
"It doesn't hurt." Song Nanwu said calmly. She calculated the time silently in her mind and looked up at Si Jin. "When will the person who will treat my wound come?"
"He should be here."
As Si Jin finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the floor where the button was pressed.
As soon as the door opened, Si Jin stepped out first, followed closely by Song Nanwu. At a glance, they saw a tall and slender man standing in front of the door, carrying a medicine box.
He was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with a handsome appearance, fine features, a gentle demeanor, and an air of scholarliness.
"Where are you injured?" Tang Beiye saw Si Jin and walked up to him and asked.
"It's not me, it's her." Si Jin pointed at Song Nanwu and opened the door with his fingerprint.
When Tang Beiye heard this, he looked at Song Nanwu who was standing beside him.
The woman in front of him was dressed in a cool and elegant manner. She was extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow and delicate features, especially her cold eyebrows and eyes, which seemed to arouse people's desire to conquer her. She had a unique charm.
He quickly withdrew his gaze and politely let Song Nanwu enter the door first.
As soon as he came in, Si Jin asked Tang Beiye to check on Song Nanwu's injuries.
The wound stopped bleeding, but the blood had clotted onto the clothes, making them difficult to tear open.
Seeing this, Si Jin frowned slightly and said, "Tang Beiye, be gentle, don't hurt her."
Tang Bei also looked at Song Nanwu, who hadn't cried out in pain from beginning to end, and looked incredibly calm. He glanced at Si Jin, who looked a little nervous, and suddenly chuckled, "She didn't even cry out in pain, why were you so anxious?"
"It turns out it's not you who's in pain." Si Jin said in a calm voice.
The bullet wound was quite deep, but it was only a superficial wound.
Tang Beiye didn't say anything else and handled the matter very carefully under Si Jin's scorching gaze.
"No stitches." Seeing Tang Beiye holding a medical needle and about to pierce the wound, Song Nanwu frowned and stopped him coldly.
"The wound will easily split if it's not stitched. I applied anesthetic on you just now, so it won't hurt." Tang Beiye looked at Song Nanwu and said, his voice clear and gentle.
"No sewing." Song Nanwu still insisted.
Si Jin frowned and looked at Song Nanwu and said, "Don't worry, this man's stitching skills are very good, and it won't leave you with scars."
Song Nanwu still insisted: "No sewing."
Si Jin: “…”
Tang Beiye smiled and said, "Why don't you want stitches? If you don't have stitches, the wound will heal more slowly."
Song Nanwu had a cold face and didn't say anything. She took the bandage beside her and wrapped it around her wound.
After all, he still couldn't twist her, so Tang Beiye took the bandage from her hand and started wrapping it around her.
Finally, after tying a knot on the bandage, Tang Beiye looked at Song Nanwu and instructed, "Don't get wet or do heavy work during this period, otherwise the wound will easily split."
"Yeah." Song Nanwu responded softly.
Si Jin's brows were furrowed tightly. "Will it affect her gaming?"
"Game?" Tang Beiye asked doubtfully, looking at Si Jin, "What game?"
"She is a member of my team." Si Jin said.
Tang Beiye was silent for a moment, then said, "Her hand is about to be used on the keyboard, so it's best for her to rest for a while before playing. Also, she didn't get stitches, so be careful not to let the wound split open and get infected. So, be careful during this period."
"Um."
This time it was Si Jin who responded lightly.
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