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When the two mercenaries who sent him over walked out of the room, the gigolo lay on the bed with half-closed eyes, but actually looked around through the slits of his eyelids.
As expected, the room was equipped with multiple monitoring and surveillance equipment.
The person who arranged it was also a master at it, but the gigolo was engaged in intelligence work in 01, and these methods were just childish in his opinion.
I thought to myself that it was a good thing that I didn't let down my guard, otherwise once I was careless and my mental guard was relaxed, it would be easy for flaws to appear.
At the same time, he cursed secretly in his heart, this Blood Wolf Mercenary Group is really worthy of Sun Tzu!
First, they will use torture to extract a confession. If you can hold on, they will suddenly tell you that you have become a member of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, and then send you to this gentle village. I am afraid that many people will subconsciously relax their guard!
Now that he had seen through the opponent's methods, the gigolo was not so nervous. He closed his eyes calmly and waited for the arrival of the doctor the mercenary mentioned.
After waiting for a full twenty minutes, the so-called doctor did not come. The gigolo opened his eyes and got up from the bed despite the severe pain in his body.
I saw two remote controls, one large and one small, placed on the bedside table. The larger one was for the TV and the smaller one was for the air conditioner in the room.
Now that he has been sent here, the gigolo naturally wants to enjoy it with peace of mind.
Turning on the TV, there were many satellite TV stations, so I randomly found a station and started watching. Turn on the air conditioner and adjust it to the most suitable 20 degrees to let the air conditioner blow out cold air. Your body immediately feels much more comfortable!
Seeing that there was a refrigerator in the room, he dragged his bruised body towards the refrigerator.
When I opened the door of the refrigerator, a white cool air suddenly came out. Tiger beer was neatly placed inside, as well as multiple drinks.
He took out two cans of beer, moved his body back to the bed, opened the beer and poured it down his throat. It was cold and indescribably comfortable.
Open the drawer of the bedside table and there are fine Cuban cigarettes and matches inside.
The gigolo pulled one out expressionlessly, hung it on his mouth, lit it with a match, and smoked it slowly.
But in his heart, he secretly admired the leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.
He was responsible before
Intelligence work naturally has its own methods for torture. At this moment, the trick played by the leader of the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group made the gigolo applaud him in his heart!
Just being sent to this very comfortable and luxurious looking room would not be enough to relax a nervous person.
The suitable temperature, cigars, and beer can all be considered enjoyable in a place with extremely poor supplies in Africa!
Once a person's nerves are relaxed, his mouth may not be unguarded, and he will say everything he should say and shouldn't. At the same time, the person's information can be obtained by listening to the surveillance equipment, so as to determine whether the person really wants to join the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, or whether he has an ulterior motive!
This hand is not a bad one.
Now that the gigolo had seen through the other person's thoughts, he felt indifferent.
If you can't see through what tricks the other party is trying to play, you must always be on guard against accidentally stumbling upon others. Now it seems like that? It's no longer needed.
Enjoying the coolness of the beer and the mellow aroma of the cigar, the so-called doctor carrying the medical kit finally arrived belatedly.
Pushing the door open and walking into the room, he looked at the gigolo with a hint of fear in his eyes, and he came to the bedside with an almost groveling attitude.
Without saying a word, he placed the medical kit on the carpet and began to treat the wounds on the dancer's body.
Fortunately, the dancer only has a pair of small underwear on key parts of his body, otherwise he would have to take off his clothes.
Wounds on the feet only need to be disinfected to prevent inflammation. Wounds with deep visible bones need to clean up the ulcerated flesh and then suture them.
The doctor tremblingly injected the anesthetic into the dancer's meridians. Seeing his movements, the dancer was afraid that it would directly penetrate into his thigh bone.
At the same time, I was even more surprised!
Why would a doctor feel such undue fear when seeing a wounded patient like himself? And the fear in his eyes was not disguised at all, but real!
Logically speaking, the casualty rate of the mercenary group is definitely not low, and once injured, doctors need to be treated. Otherwise, no mercenary will offend the doctor easily. Therefore, the status of doctors in the mercenary group is generally relatively high. So why is this When the doctor saw him being so frightened, it was like a mouse seeing a cat
Put doubts in your heart,
But nothing showed on his face.
It took three or four hours to treat all the wounds on the dancer's body.
The doctor didn't seem to want to stay any longer. He put the medical equipment into his important box as quickly as possible, bent over and walked quickly out of the room.
He had just walked to the door when he suddenly heard a voice shouting from behind: "Made, help me tell the people in the kitchen to bring me some food, I am about to starve to death." The speaker was naturally a gigolo!
The doctor didn't look back, but he was almost frightened by the gigolo's voice and fell to the ground. He gave a vague agreement and walked out of the room quickly.
The gigolo muttered a few more curses and wanted to pick up a beer to quench his thirst. However, he remembered that he had just used anesthetic and put the beer down again.
He lit a cigar again, held it in his mouth, and started smoking slowly.
I don’t know if the words I asked the doctor to take had an effect, or if it was time to deliver food.
A mercenary came in with a lunch box, put the lunch box on the bedside table, and said: "Brother, enjoy it! You don't usually enjoy such treatment." After saying that, he gave an ambiguous look and walked out of the room. .
The gigolo was confused. What did his look mean? Could it be that there are still women? No way! He is a wounded soldier now, and in Africa there are only dark and shiny women, which is not his cup of tea.
Let's ignore this matter for now and fill up our stomach first. After only relying on water to sustain life for a few days, the gigolo no longer knows what food tastes like.
Opening the food box, there were only two things inside, one of which was soft soaked cereal, warm and with the aroma of milk.
He nodded, knowing that he hadn't eaten for a few days, and it would be best for his fragile stomach to adapt to something mild like oatmeal. Of course, it would be best if there was white and glutinous rice porridge.
After pouring the cereal into his stomach, and after his stomach got used to it, the gigolo opened another box, and inside there were three large pieces of roasted steak, charred on the outside and tender on the inside!
Depending on the degree of roasting, it is medium rare at most, which is the most tender level.
Pick up a fork and fork a piece of steak, shake it down hard and open it, it's so tender it's almost dripping with water!
The gigolo exclaimed in his heart!