The weapon of the country

Three minutes later, Shen Han walked out of the church and described the meeting with the bishop through the communicator.

"...You proposed that the Federation is willing to relax the restrictions on the missionary work of the Holy See in exchange for the cooperation of the Holy See?"

"It's just a delay. The Ministry of Religion will find an excuse to reject them afterwards."

Shen Han heard a gasp on the other side of the line.

"What's wrong?" He quickened his pace, and the Imperial Bank Building was already within a hundred meters.

Zhuang Ye said, "If I'm not mistaken, that Miss Wood is being chased by the Schneider family!"

Kay Wood ran wildly in the narrow alley, countless pairs of terrified eyes looked at her, she was like a fawn being chased and bitten by a group of hounds.

The high heels had long since run away, she was barefoot, her hair was disheveled, her heart hit her chest, and her whole heart twisted into a ball.

Laughing at myself on the verge of life and death: why did I come back?Sure enough, come back to die!

But what flashed in front of her was Zhong Jiaqi's death, suffocated to death, his face livid, bloodstains all over his fingers, scratching the neck covered by the high-necked shirt; , so hungry that he ate his own flesh.

So she came back.

Her cardiopulmonary function could not support her to continue running. Her heart and lungs seemed to melt into magma, and her sweat blurred her way forward.

Kaye Wood's knees were shaky and he was about to fall in the next alley.

At this moment, Xiangkou stretched out his hands and pulled her into the building. More and more people were chasing her, and the rest of the Wood family also came, and the two sides exchanged fire under the building.

Zhuang Ye dragged Kay Wood into the straight ladder and went up to the rooftop, where Shen Han was already waiting.

Kai's legs were weak and trembling, "...If I want to run, I won't be able to run..."

"Don't run, you're safe." Shen Han threw a backpack to Zhuang Ye. In front of them was a steel cable from the roof of the Imperial Bank Building to the top of the Fucheng Hotel Building.

"There are still three seconds, go!" Shen Han urged.

The weight of the steel cable can only bear Zhuang Ye and Kaiyi, but cannot support one more person.

Zhuang Ye hung the hook on himself, hugged Kai tightly, and slid towards the top floor of the Fucheng Hotel like a bird with the wind.

The high-altitude steel cable was reflected by the scorching sun. Kai closed his eyes, but Zhuang Ye turned his head in the sky and looked at Shen Han who was getting further and further away. The gunmen of the Schneider family rushed up. Shen Han Jumping down from the Empire State Building, the parachute opens a flower in mid-air, but when you land, there is only the umbrella, and there is no one under the umbrella.

Zhuang Ye hugged Kai tightly, cut off the steel cable as soon as he landed, and took Kai to the hiding place agreed with Shen Han in advance.

It was a very small and very dirty hotel. The front desk was used to storms, so they gave them rooms without asking.

Shen Han didn't show up until nearly an hour later. When he entered the door, he staggered. Zhuang Ye immediately supported him and said in a low voice, "Miss Wood is asleep..."

Feeling wet and cold on his palm, he was startled suddenly, "Are you injured?"

Shen Han's thigh was indeed soaked with blood, and the black fabric couldn't be seen for a moment.Shen Han grabbed his hand and passed the strength to him, with an attitude as relaxed as possible, "It's a small matter, the explosion shrapnel wound... Just take it out for me."

"Me?" Zhuang Ye was confused.

"I remember there is a medical kit here," Shen Han leaned on the bed, already sweating, "I believe in you."

The medical kit contains disinfectant, scalpels, suture tools, everything that is most important.

Shen Han lay on the bed and took off his trousers directly. The body that Zhuang Ye had secretly imagined was vigorous and strong, but the wound on his thigh was so hideous that he didn't have any thoughts.

"You learned how to treat wounds in military school, do as you learned..."

"Stop talking." The skin under his hand was hot, Shen Han said it was a splinter, but it was a bloody hole!Zhuang Ye pursed his lips, "...I want to cut open the wound and take out the shrapnel, anesthetic?"

With a handsome smile, Shen Han only shook his head slightly.

Only then did Zhuang Ye remember that he had told him not to speak, and his heart felt sore and swollen for a moment.

I have never treated such a serious wound for my comrades. Why is it the first time to practice it on the most important person to me?

I can't afford the consequences, I can't do it.

Zhuang Ye gritted his teeth and cut the wound open, blood flowed from the knife edge, Shen Han's knee bounced in pain, and the veins on the side of his neck were clearly visible.

Zhuang Ye's hands were covered with cold sweat and blood, his hands trembled, and he couldn't make a second cut, so he turned around and was about to leave, "No, I'll find a doctor for you...the femoral artery is too close!"

His trembling hand was grasped by Shen Han. Shen Han's hair and eyebrows were full of sweat, but he smiled at him, "I am 'Qiming'."

"What?" Zhuang Ye murmured, like a thunder ringing in his ears, unable to hear clearly.

"Five years ago, 'Nirvana', the first time I did it, I kissed you and you cum-"

"Enough!" The little swan stood still and stared at him. There were two flames in the moist pupils, and those bright eyes were burning.

"Qiming" is him, and he is "Qiming"!The two people I fell in love with were one person, and I was always played around by him.Trust him so much, admire him so much...

He almost wanted to quarrel with Shen Han, or fight, but he didn't do anything, he picked up the scalpel again, the blade was never so sharp, and cut the wound accurately, with the least bleeding.

With the other hand, he stretched the incision and found the reflection of a fragment in the flesh and blood. The pliers picked up the fragment like a magnet attracting iron filings. He didn't even look at it. With a bang, the blood-stained fragment fell into the glass.

"I'm sorry..." Shen Han's voice was low and hoarse, he was also exhausted, but he was very gentle, "I only have this way, your hands never shake when you are angry."

Zhuang Ye bit his lip, without raising his head, he took care of his wound, and left with a medical kit and a glass soaked in blood and shrapnel.