Chapter 1483: 1. Marseille (10)

"What should I say, are you stupid?"
"Uh... but I don't want to be said by you!"
Marseille covered his forehead and groaned.
"I can't respect the life-saving benefactor anyway? Anyway, I also spent a lot of effort to bring you from that kind of dangerous situation, even if I don't express gratitude, at least respect it."
"So you are stupid. Under normal circumstances, the average person will quickly leave there or go to the police? How can they bring dangerous people to their homes? Do you think that the neighborhood surveillance system and the cameras on the streets are equipped? Family sent to concentration camp?"
The girl is welcome.
Although the gunshot wound on the arm was still hot, the feelings of dizziness, cold, and scorching flashed alternately in her head. If her will was firm enough, she would immediately fall into a deep coma. However, the girl still said in a tough tone that was a thousand miles away:
"Can this be done for someone who has only met twice? Because of compassion? Because of a sense of justice? With you, would you believe that there are such people in the Empire now?"
"..."
Marseille, who was refuted to be speechless, bit his lower lip tightly and said nothing.
There are only two kinds of people in the empire-managers and tools. Except for the very few lucky people, the fourth-class citizens are basically tools—no subjective ideas, no independent thinking, no ability to see, hear, think, or do anything other than the stipulations of the imperial laws. Covering up and harboring terrorists-this is an extreme felony and will commit this kind of thing. Either the terrorist's party or the brain really has a problem. Otherwise, it is a senior imperial agent who is planning to use his superb acting skills to gain trust and wait for the opportunity to break into a terrorist organization.
Even if Marseille is not in any of the above situations, the girl does not intend to give him a good face.
"Even if you make a face that you want to be treated kindly, not everyone is obliged to put a kind face on you."
With the cold words, the girl withdrew her eyes and looked around.
This house is a warehouse used by the Marseille bakery to store flour. A bag of flour almost stacks to the roof. From the perspective of sound insulation and concealment, it is really good. Whether it is hiding someone or doing something, it is a very suitable place.
Nodded secretly, the girl made up her mind and bit her lip tightly.
"...Off."
"Uh?"
"... Take off."
"Wait... wait a minute, what do you say?!"
"Help me take off my coat. I want to treat the wound."
Tolerating shame and anger, the girl said in an unwavering tone, as if in front of her was not a healthy adolescent boy, but a monkey or machine.
In fact, she is also really on the verge of not having enough time to think about those things between men and women.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s a god, a devil, a human, a beast or a beast. If she didn't take out the bullet to treat the wound, she would have no chance of getting angry.
The bullet that hit the arm knows whether it is a standard bullet from the army or a lead shot manually in a small workshop. As long as the former is not an air-tipped bullet, a shattered bomb, or the like, as long as it does not hit the point, it can basically be saved. Because the latter is unstable in quality, it will roll and shatter after entering the human body. There are many inexplicable impurities attached to the projectile itself. It is easy to cause tetanus if it is not handled in time. If the treatment is not timely, either amputation or death. From this perspective, these small workshop products are more dangerous than imperial products.
In the current situation, it is impossible to go to the hospital or call the doctor. Such obvious gunshot wounds can be seen by any doctor, and it will take ten minutes for the Imperial Social Order Security Bureau to catch people. Let the little bastard, who knows nothing, contact the organization and let the organization arrange the transfer and the doctor? Not good. Not to mention how much risk this will take, nor that there is no time to wait at all. Just a serious violation of organizational discipline is enough for girls to deny this option.
"It's okay...how can it die in this place!"
The girl unbuttoned the inner and outer garments and took off the cap, revealing a girl with blond hair and a beautiful face looking at Marseille with a cold eye. Once again feeling the sternness that seemed to hold the tip of the knife against the throat, Marseille swallowed and caught the girl's trembling shoulders, looking away.
After a lot of effort to remove the blood-stained clothing, the girl with only a corset on her upper body cleaned the wound with the help of Marseille and leaned on the boy's chest.
"Listen, hug me tight, bet on my mouth, and don’t let go until the wound is done."
"Are you going to..."
Marseille vaguely guessed the girl's plan, and his body suddenly stiffened.
Even if he had seen a dead body and had been in close contact with death, Marseille still felt resistance to the feeling of "pain" and the behavior of self-mutilation.
Watching others self-harm, assisting others in self-harm-this kind of thing will cause him a serious sense of guilt, and his body will not listen to it, shaking like a leaf in the cold wind.
The close skin contact made the girl immediately feel the physical and psychological changes in Marseille. She said nothing and explained nothing. It was just staring at Marseille with almost angry and contemptuous eyes, bearing the pair of lake green eyes that silently scolded "Are you a man?" Marseille clenched the back molar.
"...I know, I will never...never let go."
The boy murmured, his voice trembling but firm. The left arm embraced the girl's lower abdomen, and the right hand covered the pale, trembling thin lips.
Everything is ready, the girl takes a deep breath, the sky crystal clenched in the palm of her left hand emits a pale light, and then at the position about 15~20㎜ directly above the wound of the round hole, a complex luminous geometric figure emerges.
Marseille, who has not seen the magician and magic for a long time, is slightly surprised by the wonders in front of him. Since the establishment of the empire, the magician and magic have gradually disappeared from people's vision. The mysterious powers once held only by nobles and military personnel with special badges seemed to disappear from the empire's land overnight, replaced by dazzling science and technology and industrial civilization. As the pace of life accelerates and social wealth continues to increase, people have almost forgotten that there was once a special group of people who "can do what mortals cannot."
Not waiting for Marseille to recover from the nostalgia and touch, the body in his arms struggled fiercely, and its strength was so great that it could not be imagined that it would burst from a slender to a petite physique that broke off with a grip. At the beginning, the mouth that was tightly covered only leaked a few small moans. With the intense movements of the body, the dense cold sweat continued to emerge, and the movement became larger and larger. Marseille had to exert all his strength to restrain the girl's struggle, which did not allow the girl to escape from his arms.
It sounds like a terrible situation, but in the name of the goddess and emperor, from beginning to end, there is no trace of dirty evil in Marseille's heart, let alone any beast-like thoughts.
There was only powerlessness, guilt and extreme shock in his heart.
As a man, I can only watch the girl suffer, but I can’t help the powerlessness and sin; there is also an unprecedented shock-obviously just a girl of the same age, for what, what did you experience, even if you face death, even if you face your own The person who met her life and pretentiousness only met once, even if she suffered from the severe pain that the adult would have the idea of ​​"still better to die", but she did not shed a tear, she chose to live on.
What kind of strength and perseverance is this, and what kind of environment will breed this girl who makes Marseille feel beautiful and dazzling?
With unsolved doubts, Marseille hugged his body tightly, fearing that he would let go of his hand, which would be as dazzling as a flash of life and would disappear.
The girl opened the directional electromagnetic technique, using the electromagnetic field to out the warhead and possible debris embedded in the muscle tissue, and then using electromagnetic heating to disinfect and block the wound.
This is already a common emergency magic disposal on today's battlefield. When dealing with general penetrating wounds, countries outside the empire will use lead magicians in a similar way to take out lead bullets. However, encountering the newly developed soft-pointed bullets, empty-pointed bullets, and armor-piercing bullets by the Empire can basically only rely on surgery, and after facing these into the human body, it will roll, shatter, explode, bend, and create a continuous cavity. The effect of ghost bullets, skilled surgeons do not dare to ensure that the injured can leave the operating table alive.
The girl was lucky, the bullet did not shatter, nor did it break the bones, and because of the poor quality of the gunpowder provided by the handicraft workshop, the initial velocity of the bullet was not high. With a caliber of 9mm, the actual killing effect is not as good as the famous "small smash gun (the first self-developed pistol in New China)". The bullet stopped before hitting the bone, and there was nothing weird about it except gunpowder residue. As long as the bullets are removed in time and the wound is disinfected to stop bleeding, she has a good chance of surviving.
As long as she can survive the pain of anesthesia-free surgery, as well as dizziness, hypothermia, and weakness due to blood loss, she insists on completing the surgery for herself.
I’m going to live~EbookFREE.me~ Feeling the sharp pain caused by the bullet moving in the arm little by little, the teeth were almost bitten, and the girl growled like an oath in her heart.
Living anyway, don’t let those scumbags get the retribution they deserve and never die!
The warhead flew out and could not look up at the bullet that was stained with blood to the rust red. The girl put on the only remaining consciousness to let the electromagnetic method scorch the wound.
The sizzle sounded, the smell of burning skin and smoke spreading in the air, before sinking into the dark abyss, the girl's final consciousness pieced together a word full of hatred and resentment.
I will destroy the empire.
With the words of the undead, and the inexplicable relief and warmth coming from behind, the girl's consciousness sinks into darkness like a broken kite.
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