The coat and dress stuck to her body, almost completely showing the curve of her legs. Her well-groomed gray hair was soaked by water, sticking to her face and forehead in curls, and some residual blood plasma was still stained on some of her fair skin.
The moment she saw the lightning, her right pupil shrank slightly, and she quickly lowered her head and aimed at the door lock.
boom……! ! !
Thunder is always slower than lightning. She found the gap accurately and fired resolutely at the tail of the thunder.
"boom!"
I didn’t do it well the first time and I didn’t react well enough.
boom! ! !
The second time was perfect. The sound of the gunfire was completely hidden in the roar of the sky, and even Hitzfeld himself hardly heard it.
boom! ! !
After firing three shots in a row, the door lock broke. She kicked the door open and carried the woman back into the house.
After about three or four minutes, she popped her head out again, holding a rag in her hand and vigorously wiped away some of the marks on the door lock.
"Bang!" He finally closed the door, slid to the ground and gasped.
I don't know what the aftereffects of such physical exertion are...
Her mind was in a mess and she even thought about death at this moment.
She had been close to death many times, but never once had she thought about it so seriously after escaping danger.
There is no exchange without cost in the world. With this weak body, it is impossible for it to generate so much physical strength out of thin air.
Will these powers be exchanged for vitality?
No wonder I have gray hair.
After thinking about all sorts of things, she struggled to get up from the ground again.
There is still a lot to do, the first thing to do is to check on Xia's condition.
The woman did not stay in the yard with her in the rain. She was placed in the main house, and most of her body could be seen from where she had sat before.
Entering the main house, Hitzfeld thought for a moment and just closed the door slightly.
She didn't know the homeowner's neighborhood relationships and had to consider the possibility of alarming others by turning on the lights, so she had to rely on daylight for the time being.
Even though the sky on a cloudy day is pale and dark, it is still better than complete darkness.
Coming up to the woman, Hitzfeld began to unbutton her clothes.
First, the black coat, which had been completely soaked by the rain and had suddenly become three times heavier in his hand, was quickly taken off.
His face darkened as Hitzfeld noticed a scratch on the back of his coat.
In that position, she remembered that Xia had never been attacked.
There was only one explanation - she might have been hit by the gunfire from above while trying to throw herself down.
With a target in mind, Hitzfeld moved faster. She quickly turned the woman over and saw a deep abrasion on her left hip, a little below.
It doesn't look like a gunshot wound at all, but more like an injury caused by a cut from a rough, blunt object that is a bit sharp.
It was very deep, nearly one centimeter wide, and still bleeding, and the edges had turned white from blisters.
Hitzfeld thought they were unlucky.
Although she knew very well that it was a great luck that she only had a scratch instead of having her hip pierced, this was a subjective question.
She doesn't care that much.
If the situation allowed, she would have rushed back and killed all those guys.
Part of the wound was stuck to the woman's shorts. Hitzfeld was as careful as possible and spent several minutes tearing apart the fabric and pantyhose there.
"Agent Shadow Lion should be carrying special medicine and bandages..."
Thinking of Alfred's rescue of him, Hitzfeld turned his head to look for the coat.
No.
He touched Xia Yibing's body from head to toe, even taking off her shoes to search inside.
still none.
After thinking for a while, Hitzfeld looked down at his chest.
The collar there is torn open, and from the front angle, some beautiful scenery can be vaguely seen through the gap in the collar and the crisscross lining.
She herself was much more intuitive. Not only could she see both hemispheres, but she could also see the ripped pocket in the middle of the bra.
Taking a deep breath, she turned the woman up a little, held her shoulders with one hand, and used the other hand to untie her collar.
neckline.
Chest... bra.
This seems to be in the wrong position.
No, that's right...it was just too deep. She had never expected it to be so deep.
With a red face, Hitzfeld took out a roll of medical bandage from the woman's chest, and glanced at her sleepy face with a little surprise.
Although I’m happy that they all have the same habits, but Xia is like this… doesn’t she feel uncomfortable?
The bandage was hollow, with a tube of ointment inside. Hitzfeld applied the ointment to the woman's wound, then wrapped the bandage around her waist and the inside of her left leg a few times, bit off the bandage, and tied a knot at the break.
Then she looked at her masterpiece and her face turned red again.
This is the part that is tilted up.
how to say.
Much more exaggerated than Avengers 4...
"And then the clothes."
Standing up and looking around, Hitzfeld discovered a cylindrical stove.
The charcoal fire in the stove was not yet extinguished, so she added some more firewood, hung the woman's two shorts on it to dry, and then put them back on her.
There is no hope for the coat. It is too big and too thick. This little stove cannot handle it at all.
Next it’s time to bake your own.
When she relaxed, she realized how uncomfortable it was to have her clothes sticking to her body.
Especially the legs and feet, with the soaked stockings squeezed between the shoes and toes, it's nauseating once you start to feel it.
Just as she was considering whether to find a piece of cardboard to dry her socks, she suddenly felt a cold breeze.
Door……
Could it be——
Turning around with her gun raised, she came face to face with a tall dark figure.
The other person also had a gun in his hand, and his face was not clearly visible due to the backlight. One could only vaguely make out that he was wearing a dark green, or possibly dark brown, tuxedo.
How did they catch up so quickly?
Hitzfeld appeared calm on the surface, but he felt a chill in his heart.
She wasn't particularly worried about this guy.
But this house is a dead end.
If there are other people behind the other party, they will be doomed.
"You're too careless."
The black shadow suddenly put down the gun and took two steps forward.
"But it's rare to be able to do this in this situation... You're pretty good, Hitzfeld."
Hitzfeld's restless heart quickly calmed down.
As the distance got closer, the shadow's face was exposed in the warm light.
Deep wood grain.
It's Asfen.
Chapter 15 Hidden
Ten minutes later, a hardwood board was placed on the oven, with two socks full of holes on it, slowly baking.
"Strictly speaking, these are just scratches." Asfin checked Hitzfeld's hands and feet and shook his head again. "You are blessed by fate to have survived the surprise attack."
"You've been following me?" Hitzfeld said unhappily, "Since the time in Green Town?"
"Yes." Asfen nodded.
"Then why didn't you come out then?"
"My mission is to prevent you from encountering fatal danger. You have done a great job in Green Town and have not given me any chance to show up."
"But there are only a few channels to and from Green Town. If you want to follow me, you can only take the Resin Line 3. I carefully checked the people nearby on the way there and back, and I didn't think any of them would be you."
"Since I want to protect you and follow you, I naturally cannot let you find out."
"You can't even tell me who you're protecting?"
"What other secrets will you tell Sarah VII about your left eye?"
Frowning, Hitzfeld found that this puppet was really stubborn.
"At that time." She spoke again, "I mean... when she rushed over and knocked me down, if you could react quickly and kill the person above..."
"Are you blaming me?" Asfen tilted his head and held up a finger: "First of all, I'm not hiding in your shadow. There is always a distance between us. I can't react so quickly and come whenever you call."
"Secondly, I did discover the problem on that street earlier than you did, and I had already reported it. The best solution at the time should have been for you to hold off on any rash moves, and delay as long as possible until our people arrived and killed them all."
"But how did you do it?" He stared at the girl with his big black eyes. "You just pulled out your gun... a revolver... and you used up all the bullets like an amateur."
"I don't think you can understand the situation at that time!" Hitzfeld glared back unceremoniously.
After all, Asfen was just a bystander.
He might think that those people would not do anything to them for the time being, but Hitzfeld knew that if that were the case, her left eye would not have repeatedly sounded the alarm with stinging pain.
She wasn't sure before, but now thinking back, only a peeping with malicious intent could trigger this alarm.
This meant that she had become prey from the moment she stepped into that street.
Delay time? How to delay?
In the best case scenario, the enemy does not intend to kill her, but wants to study her eyes and capture her alive.
But what about Xia?
She has no added value, so what chances does she have of surviving a siege by so many people?
Of course, Hitzfeld knew that this logic didn't make sense.
Asfen's order was to protect her. Xia Yibing was not his target and he would not care whether she lived or died.
She didn't want to discuss this topic with a puppet that probably had no human emotions, so she sat down with her legs crossed, waiting silently for the clothes to dry.
But Asfen did not let her go and continued to list her shortcomings.
"Rainy weather can wash away a lot of traces, including the smell of blood. But if it's too heavy, it won't work, especially since the people chasing you are so close. It takes time to wash away the traces."
"Her wound is still bleeding. You should check her wound while running, bandage her at the same time, and then plan to hide."
Hitzfeld rolled his eyes in the darkness.
What he said was better than what he sang.
What she could overdraw was her physical strength, not her strength. Running with a woman on her back was already her limit. She wanted to check the injuries and bandage them at the same time...
She thought about the scene and felt that she had to change to holding the baby horizontally, and it had to be something that could be supported with one hand.
"You have indeed been caught up."
She was nervous.
"But I dealt with the person."
