763.
Although Sharapova turned to look out the window without looking back, she could clearly see all Zhang Feng's movements from the reflection in the window.
There was no feeling of nausea at all, and he even had admiration for Zhang Feng.
How many people can do this
You should feel extremely honored and lucky to have such a person as your comrade-in-arms.
Because you don't know which day you will be injured on the battlefield, such comrades will endure nausea and help you clean the wound, so that there is a high possibility that your feet will not leave any sequelae.
Zhang Feng didn't think too much. She just did this. This is what a comrade should do.
After cleaning the wound, apply wine to the wound to disinfect it.
After finishing, Zhang Feng said to Sharapova: "Turn around, I'll leave the rest to you. Don't let her wound get any more water. Forget about bandaging, she will be ready in three hours." When we get to Brasilia, the wound will need further treatment, and bandaging back and forth will make the wound further expand. "
Sharapova turned her head and said nothing. She picked up Del's feet with both hands and placed them carefully on her knees.
Returning to the driving seat, Zhang Feng started the car and drove quickly towards Brasilia.
The inflamed and suppurating wound has been cleaned, and Dai'er's high fever has also subsided slightly. Although it has not fully recovered, at least it no longer feels horribly hot to the touch.
Three hours later.
Zhang Feng finally drove into the territory of Brasilia.
Instead of parking the car, he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed the old beggar's number.
After two beeps, the call was connected.
"Xiao Feng, where are you now? I've been waiting for your call. Why did you call me so late?" the old beggar asked in rapid succession, obviously he was very concerned about the safety of Zhang Feng and others.
"There have been accidents one after another on the road. Fortunately, we are alive now. We have entered the urban area of Brasilia. It is best for you to send someone over to pick us up and prepare medical personnel." Zhang Feng said quickly.
Although we have now entered the territory of Brasilia, it does not mean that we are completely safe. Only when we meet the people brought by the old beggar can the dust settle.
"Medical staff? Is anyone injured?" the old beggar said: "There are doctors among the entourage, just come here for treatment! I will send you a location soon, and you can drive directly to where you are, and someone will pick you up at that time!"
Nodding, there is nothing wrong with this approach.
After finalizing the location with the old beggar, Zhang Feng hung up the phone and drove directly to the location mentioned by the old beggar.
The finalized location was less than an hour's drive from Zhang Feng, but Zhang Feng did not drive there directly.
Because there are bullet marks on the windshield of the Grand Cherokee he is driving, a discerning person can tell what is going on at a glance. Once he enters the city, he will easily be stopped, but sometimes he can't explain clearly.
Therefore, Zhang Feng searched on his mobile phone and found a gas station outside the city, and drove directly to the gas station.
The vehicle was still a hundred meters away from the gas station, and Zhang Feng slowly stopped the vehicle.
He whispered a few words in Sharapova's ear. Sharapova's expression was startled, and she muttered awkwardly: "Isn't this bad?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. If you're willing to take the bait, go ahead!" Zhang Feng grinned mischievously.
Sharapova got out of the car helplessly, and while walking towards the gas station, she tore open the collar of her suit, which was obviously a few sizes too big.
The fair and smooth career line is exposed attractively.
The trouser legs were also torn off, revealing her fair, smooth and slender calves. Tidy up the messy hair and thin it all to one side for a unique look.
Several cars were refueling at the gas station, and the driver's eyes widened when he saw Sharapova walking over.
Sharapova followed Zhang Feng's instructions and did not show an expression of disgust. Instead, she bit her lips and blinked in a teasing way.
hiss.
The driver's anger was aroused. He could see such a beautiful woman with such amorous feelings outside such a city.
This was when a bald man walked towards Sharapova and deliberately puffed out his strong chest.
When the other drivers saw it, they all sighed and secretly said that they started too late and had no chance.
The bald man walked up to Sharapova, looked up and down with narrowed eyes, licked his lips and said, "Beauty, what do you call her?"
"Does it matter what you call me?" Sharapova smiled seductively, gently poking his chest with her finger, and then said: "I want to go back to the city, can you give me a ride? Then we can Let’s go have a drink together.”
The bald man's eyes lit up. He was just going back to the city, so he was on his way. have a drink? Isn't this a hint to myself
He nodded immediately and said: "Of course there is no problem! Shall we leave now?"
Sharapova said: "Let's go now, but my sister is still waiting for me over there. Then we will drink together."
The bald man's heart was completely filled with joy and he couldn't find the north anymore.
Sisters, drinking together, such a good thing can help you catch up? It's really too far away.
Following the bald man into his car, he pointed to where Zhang Feng parked his car and said, "That's right there."
The bald man couldn't wait to drive over. As soon as the car stopped, he found a dagger across her neck.
His expression was stunned, and his heart that was excited just now suddenly fell to the bottom. What is going on, where are the promised sisters
"What do you want to do?"
Snapped.
Sharapova slapped him on the back of his head and said, "Shut your mouth."
She was almost disgusted by your behavior just now.
Seeing through the car window that Sharapova had controlled the driver, Zhang Feng jumped out of the car, then opened the rear door and took Dai'er out of the car.
After placing Daier next to Sharapova, Zhang Feng returned again and took out a submachine gun from the Grand Cherokee.
The bald man saw the submachine gun in Zhang Feng's hand from the corner of his eye and was so frightened that he almost peed.
"No, don't kill me. I'll give you whatever money you want. I have three hundred US dollars on me and four thousand US dollars in my bank card. I can take it out and give it to you. Don't kill me."
"Shut up, who wants your three melons and two dates!" Sharapova cursed.
Zhang Feng was more direct, slashing his neck with a hand knife, and the latter fell unconscious.
After stuffing him directly into the trunk, he drove directly to the place agreed with the old beggar.