Chapter 187 Why does it look like you’re in more pain than I am?



The pedestrians on the road realized that something was wrong and all ran to the side of the road. The long flow of traffic was disrupted, and rear-end collisions and other accidents occurred. Some innocent passers-by were unable to dodge and were accidentally killed by the motorcycle killer.

The motorcycles chased the sports cars for about three minutes. Then, six domineering military green modified helicopters, like birds of prey hunting, crossed the east side of the New York River and soared to 500 meters above the motorcycle convoy.

Twelve sets of modified Gatling guns were lowered from the mounting points in the middle of the landing gear of six helicopters, aimed at the motorcycle convoy, and fired accurately.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of gunfire and explosions continued. These were the sounds of a locomotive losing control, colliding with passing vehicles, or hitting the river bank guardrails.

In just a minute, dozens of killers in the motorcycle team were wiped out.

Several fighter planes withdrew in a well-trained formation and left as quickly as they came.

After all, it is not a regular air force, so we cannot be too arrogant. We should withdraw immediately after completing the mission to avoid unnecessary trouble.

"Woo..." A loud siren sounded in the billowing smoke. The Manhattan police, after chasing for a long time, finally caught up. Following closely behind were the FBI and an ambulance.

Bella and Joanna stayed behind to deal with the FBI. In this assassination, at least a dozen people died in vain, and they had to clean up the aftermath.

As a victim, there is naturally nothing to be afraid of. Just cooperate with the investigation.

Claire, Jill, Alana, Anne, Alison and the secret guards crossed the river east from another bridge, met up with Tang Xili, and continued to the agreed location.

A thrilling extreme gun battle finally ended.

Yong Zhixu slowed down and glanced at the distracted woman in the passenger seat. "Have you often encountered such things before?"

Otherwise, how could he remain calm after experiencing such a life-threatening situation, as if nothing had happened?

Even from the moment the assassination attempt ended, he didn't show any panic at all and seemed to be used to it.

Hearing his voice was a little muffled, Tang Xili raised her red lips, with a mischievous look in the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, "Why, are you feeling sorry for me again?"

Yong Zhixu didn't deny it. He slowed down again, reducing the speed to 40 km/h. He reached out and gently grasped her elbow through the fabric of her clothes. "Are you hurt?"

When he jumped out of the car, his elbows were still scratched even through the double layer of cloth. With her flesh and blood, there was no way she would be spared.

Tang Xili moved her arms and rolled up the sleeves of her windbreaker and shirt without any expression.

A bloody scrape was exposed to the air.

"Tsk—" Yong Zhixu swerved, pulled over, and grabbed her wrist. "It's so serious, why didn't you tell me?"

As he spoke, he frowned and rolled up her other elbow, which was also scratched.

The man's eyes changed instantly, full of surprise and distress, "Don't you know it hurts?"

Tang Xili looked at her with a bit of confusion, "So what if it hurts? Why are you saying it?"

It's inevitable that you won't get hurt when the knife is on the tip of your blade. There have been times when your life was on the line, but it's not a big deal.

But the next moment, the man started the car again and said, "Go to the hospital."

Tang Xili glanced at her watch. It was 8:35. The time she had agreed to discuss business with Davidson was 9 o'clock.

"Let's finish our business before going to the hospital." She held his hand on the steering wheel and said without allowing him to argue.

Yong Zhixu's attitude was unusually firm. "Go to the hospital first. You can call him and tell him. He'll understand."

"But I'm fine, just a minor injury..."

Before she could finish her indifferent words, she met the man's stern gaze, as if if she said one more word, he would lecture her like a class teacher scolding a student.

Tang Xili pursed her lips and found his appearance at the moment very interesting.

It was the first time someone cared about her like this.

This feeling seems to be pretty good.

Her slender hand raised up and gently tugged at his sleeve. She took a step back and said, "Just buy some medicine at the pharmacy and apply it on. There's no need to go to the hospital."

Recalling something, the smile in her eyes faded, and she grabbed his elbow, "You're hurt too."

As he said this, he tried to lift his sleeves, but the cuffs of his suit were a bit tight and he couldn't lift them up.

"I'm fine." The man grabbed her wrist.

"How is that possible?" Tang Xili paused, picked up her phone, and called Claire behind her, "Go buy some medicine to treat the abrasions."

Claire, who was smoking, said, "A scratch? Who was hurt, your man? Where is the scratch? Is it serious? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

The series of questions gave Tang Xili a headache. This was the reason why she usually didn't like to talk to Claire because she talked too much.

"Stop asking questions and go buy it."

Claire popped the cigarette out of the car window. "Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy. What brand do you want...beep, beep—"

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Claire sighed, "She's always like this, a cold and heartless woman..."

As he said that, he turned and drove his Cayenne to the pharmacy to buy medicine.

Although Claire talked a lot, she was very capable of execution. In just a few minutes, she bought the medicine, parked the car under the eucalyptus tree on the side of the road, and came over to knock on the passenger window of the Ferrari.

The car window rolled down and a white hand stretched out.

Claire stuffed the medicine in, bent down, and wanted to see what was going on inside, but the car window closed quickly. It was so funny that she couldn't see anything.

She took out a cigarette and a lighter and went to the flowerbed under the eucalyptus tree to smoke. Then she looked at the dented body of the Ferrari and muttered, "Where did this car come from? We don't have this car when we go out. Did you steal it?"

Little did I know that it was actually stolen.

The upright son of aristocratic family, for the sake of his beloved, threw off the shackles of morality in a moment of desperation and became a bandit. He robbed people on the street and drove away in someone else's car. The angry car owner chased him for two miles, cursing and swearing.

——

In the car, Tang Xili opened the package, took out cotton swabs, medicine, gauze, adhesive tape, and small scissors, and placed them neatly in a row on her legs.

"Take off your clothes." She looked at Yong Zhixu, her tone casual and straightforward.

But hearing this at first glance could easily lead to wrong thoughts. Perhaps he remembered something, but a hint of unnaturalness flashed through his eyes. He took the medicine from her hand and said, "Apply the medicine to you first."

"Okay." Tang Xili did not refuse. She rolled up her sleeves to her upper arms and stretched the wound in front of him.

Yong Zhixu first disinfected her with iodine, then applied medicine, wrapped it with gauze, and then tied it with medical tape.

After bandaging one arm, he went on to bandage the other.

The whole process took seven or eight minutes. The man's brows never relaxed, but remained twisted. His movements were as light as possible, as if he was touching a porcelain doll.

Tang Xili couldn't help but laugh, "Why do you look like you're in more pain than I am?"

The man raised his eyelids and looked at her steadily without saying a word. The wound was on her body, but his heart felt as if it was torn apart.

Even though she knew that during the time when they didn't know each other, she had gone through so much danger, growing up stumbling on the edge of life and death.

But only when you experience it yourself will you know how dangerous it is. If you are not careful for even half a second, you may lose your life.

How can I not feel sad?

He was almost heartbroken.

But she was still so strong, like an indestructible cockroach, and didn't even say a word of pain.

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