Chapter 80 You Are Not My Type
"Be gentle, I'm a wounded man."
Lilith frowned and said, her face pale, cold sweat wet her hair, the wound was covered with a leather jacket, and the exposed skin was covered with small goose bumps due to the cold.
At this moment, she was lying in a dim underground room. The worn-out medical equipment and the cold white operating light made her look like a dark clinic.
Fu Sui held the bandage and sutures in his hands, his tone helpless.
"My dear Miss, is there any casualty as lively and energetic as you? You opened your own heart, and in just one minute, you managed to deactivate the bomb, take hostages, and even fake your own death."
The sharp buttons stopped on the leather jacket, and Fu Sui continued to ask,
"How did you know Bev would come back? In such a short time, you actually thought of using her to replace yourself? But this is different from what we agreed on. Now that you've faked your death, your identity as a federal spy will disappear, right? How are you going to help me get the information?"
"Why do you have so many questions? If the bleeding doesn't stop I'm really going to die."
Lilith spoke in a bad mood, pausing twice before she could finish a sentence. She forced herself to sit up from the operating table, opened the bottom drawer with familiarity, and took out a hemostatic spray.
During the movement, she pulled the wound, and her face twisted. The powder from the spray adhered to the wound, bringing a strong burning sensation.
"A highly effective hemostatic spray that costs 100,000 star coins per bottle is mostly used for military supplies and ordinary people are not allowed to buy it. Do you even have this kind of thing?"
Fu Sui looked at Lilith's actions in surprise and couldn't help but sigh,
"I think I might have found a treasure. You're even more hidden than I thought. Honestly, Lilith, why did you choose to marry me in the first place?"
He couldn't figure it out. The engagement was just a bargaining chip for him. Lilith happened to have a suitable background and identity, so he agreed.
But the original Lilith was moody and extremely irritable towards the Sentinel. She also wanted to control his schedule. He was used to his freedom and could not tolerate it at all. The conflict became more and more intense.
Later, he found some information about the girl from nineteen years ago and couldn't wait to leave the Central Star, but a married sentinel could not leave without the guide's permission.
Lilith naturally rejected him. From that time on, he thought that marriage was a bondage and that only when Lilith died could he be free.
But everything changed starting from the underground auction house. Lilith no longer cared where he went or what he did, and she made a deal with him.
When the divorce notice came, he was treating his wounds. Pain and excitement came at the same time. He agreed without hesitation.
He is an independent person, no one can stop him from moving forward, not even his ex-wife.
"Mission requirements."
He finally got the answer from Lilith, but the answer was too simple. It turned out that the wall blocking him was just a matter of a word from the top of the federation.
"that's all?"
Fu Sui couldn't help but ask,
"What else can I do? My hands are weak, please treat my wound quickly."
Lilith rolled her eyes at him. Men who grumbled were the most annoying.
Fu Sui picked up the suture staples in his hand, opened the leather jacket and tried to treat her wound.
There was a big hole in her shirt where her heart was, and her bottom clothes had become rags and were barely hanging. Her whole body was red, and blood was constantly flowing out from her heart.
The platinum light kept mending the wound, but even so it was of no avail. The winding lines spread from below the collarbone, like plum blossoms in the snow, with a breathtaking beauty.
Fu Sui didn't think he would have any strange thoughts when he saw the guide's body. Apart from the fact that he was drugged, he had originally thought so. But when his hand holding the suture staples approached, even his breathing almost stopped.
"Don't shake your hands. There are only a few staples. If you use them in the wrong place, it will be very painful for me."
Lilith reminded coldly,
"It's not like you haven't seen it before, why are you so nervous? Mr. Fu is rich and powerful, so there must be beauties throwing themselves at him, right?"
She endured the pain and brought up the topic, originally just wanting to divert attention but she didn't expect to be glared at.
"Of course, I've seen a lot of women hugging each other, and your skinny figure is not my type."
"That's great."
Lilith had just said one sentence when she suppressed a short groan, biting her lips tightly with her teeth, revealing a look of pain.
Fu Sui was merciless. He pressed three rows of suture staples into the wound one by one. The skin in front of Lilith's heart was sutured together like a stapler.
The soft skin was covered with metallic sutures, like ink stains on white cloth. Fu Sui felt a little irritated unconsciously.
Maybe it was because it was too ugly, he thought, and he turned his back to Lilith.
"Bandage it yourself."
There was a rustling sound. When he couldn't see, his hearing became clearer. The sentry's powerful five senses allowed him to even feel the flow of air.
He knew that Lilith was struggling to raise her hand, and the wound was being pulled, so she suppressed her breath. The bandage was passed from behind to the front of her body, and the coldness of her fingertips crossed his back.
Ten seconds, or thirty seconds? Time never seemed so long.
"Are you ready?"
Fu Sui's tone was not very good. Lilith didn't even raise her head, still struggling with the bandage.
“Almost.”
"Why are you so...slow."
"Um?"
After the bleeding stopped, a light fragrance filled the entire space. Fu Sui was horrified and immediately isolated his senses.
"Control it, your guide Su!"
Before, Lilith used all her mental power to cut the red string of the heart bomb. When she was about to make a move, she changed her mind. If her mental body could be used for attack, then could it also be used for defense?
She knew that the heroine's dodder could wrap around her whole body, turning her into an airtight cocoon.
She can't do that now, but can she succeed by just creating a line?
Lilith was going to take another risk, but this was the lowest risk option of all. She watched coldly as the elderberry pierced through her heart, the red line and veins almost indistinguishable.
As she tried to isolate the cut wire, the countdown stopped at [000000:00:03]
She succeeded and temporarily delayed the danger, but a living Lilith was definitely not good news for the Federation.
She had no choice but to give up her identity.
Replicas are copies, and copies should die at the right time, but the Federation cannot avoid paying the price.
[Send a letter to the Far Marching Army for me. The underground auction house is transporting distortion potions to the contaminated area on behalf of the Federation.]
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