In the hospital dressing room, Wendy was disinfecting her whole body and changing into nurse uniforms as usual. Today was Friday, an exciting day, and the little sisters around her were chattering about where to go on the weekend, and the atmosphere was lively.
"I heard that no one seems to be fighting lately. Should we go to the amusement park tomorrow? I haven't been there for a long time!"
"Have you never been there before? The amusement park was bombed long ago."
"Ah ah ah ah, was it bombed? No one repaired it? They don't play the merry-go-round? They don't play the Ferris wheel?"
"No, they are shouting to protect the farm every day. I don't understand. They say they are protecting the farm. They don't go to the farm. They wander around the city streets every day."
"It's very simple. That means the urban area is also other people's territory. Ishikawa's boss is a farm? Then will Ishikawa's pillar industry be agriculture in the future? Should I ask my mother to buy a piece of land first?"
"Then you have to ask Wendy. She has a lot of connections and knows a lot."
Wendy said without turning her head: "Don't ask me, I don't know either."
A little sister came over and said, "Wendy, why don't we go for a walk around the farm tomorrow? Maybe we can meet some big guys and have an affair. Oh my, it's so romantic."
"Then we stay and fly together to farm?" Wendy said angrily: "I have to be on duty tomorrow. Also, don't blame me for not reminding you, don't mess with the farm. They kill without batting an eye, and the bosses of each group in Ishikawa,
Now there are only two left. Think carefully with your young minds."
"I don't care, I don't care, I want the boss!"
The sisters were laughing and joking.
After changing into nurse clothes and wearing professional medical smart glasses, Wendy shook her head and walked out of the dressing room.
Ishikawa Hospital is not large in scale, but it has excellent equipment. The quality of the hospital and nursing staff is very high. It is best at treating various battle injuries. Ishikawa is a gang city, and fights between gangs are commonplace. Gang members come to treat injuries every day.
There is an endless stream.
There is an unwritten rule in Ishikawa that strictly prohibits any fights in Ishikawa Hospital. Gang members still maintain considerable awe for the "holy place" that can save their lives at critical moments.
Therefore, Ishikawa Hospital has become the safest area in the entire Ishikawa City.
Coupled with the favorable conditions and benefits, Ishikawa Hospital has attracted many local girls to work as nursing staff. As for the doctors, most of them are gang members who use various means to "persuade" them.
As time passed, the doctors found that personal safety could be guaranteed. Although the gang members were a bit vicious, they were quite willing to spend money when it came to their lives, and they gradually felt at ease and settled down in Ishikawa.
The nurses at Ishikawa Hospital are quite popular locally, and they never lack for dates. But what they like most are the bosses of each group. In Ishikawa, bosses are synonymous with power and security.
Wendy is an anomaly. She was born in a gang family, but she hates gang members and has rejected the pursuit of countless gangsters.
She walked into the ward and saw that the patient was the director of the Ishikawa Martial Arts School. The Ishikawa Martial Arts School had been open in Ishikawa for many years. As a local, Wendy was quite familiar with the director.
The curator's condition was a brain injury, with about one-third of the damaged area. The injury was not serious. It is said that he fell down due to excessive training.
This made Wendy a little impressed.
In her impression, the curator was mediocre in strength and quite honest and cowardly in character. She didn't expect that in a corner where no one knew about him late at night, this middle-aged man who looked bald and greasy could actually have such a passionate and hard-working side.
After checking the case and monitoring data, Wendy showed a professional smile: "Director, your recovery from the injury is very good and you can be discharged from the hospital today. Let me help you remove the stitches."
The curator quickly said: "Thank you for your help."
While helping the curator remove the bandage on his head, Wendy warned: "The curator needs to take it easy in future training and not do too difficult movements. Brain injuries like this are still dangerous and can easily cause brain damage.
Concussion and confusion may easily leave sequelae.”
A bitter smile appeared on the corner of the curator's mouth, and he said: "Yes, yes, yes."
Wendy pretended to be casual and said: "Director, is the person who sent you here last time a relative of yours? He was so polite, what does he do?"
The gym director's expression was a little unnatural: "Ah, you said him, yes. He is the chief recently hired by our martial arts gym, and he is quite capable."
I don’t know why, but after he finished speaking, the curator felt a dull pain in the healed wound on his head.
Wendy was very surprised: "Oh my God, he is actually the chief? I thought he was a teacher because he was so elegant and handsome, but he turned out to be the chief!"
The curator sighed: "Wendy, let me tell you, people should not be judged by their appearance, otherwise you will suffer a loss."
He didn't know why he sighed.
"The curator is right." Wendy responded, and then changed the subject: "Isn't the chief from here? I've never seen him before. He is so handsome, but I wonder if he has a girlfriend?"
The curator shook his head repeatedly: "Don't think about him, you are not from the same place."
They had been neighbors for many years, and he didn't want to see Wendy's head broken.
Wendy's eyes dimmed and she said: "What was I thinking? I didn't think about anything! Oh, I remembered it. Curator, the bandage on your head cannot be removed. There is still medicine inside, and within three days
, you can’t take a shower.”
The curator said dissatisfied: "Wendy, you change your attitude too quickly!"
"It's true! The medicine inside was specially given to the curator by me, and no money was taken."
The curator touched the bandage on his head: "What medicine? Didn't it say that the wound has healed?"
Wendy blinked her eyes and said in a cheerful tone: "A hair restorer designed to treat hair loss!"
curator:"……"
The curator left Ishikawa Hospital, hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the martial arts gym.
After a while, he came to the door of the martial arts gym, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
The door was empty. The magnificent hand-carved wooden door of the martial arts hall that he had spent a huge amount of money to customize had disappeared, leaving only a few broken wood stumps. Through the empty corridor, the sound of crackling air and the sound of fists and feet striking in the martial arts hall could be heard.
Came faintly.
The curator plucked up the courage and moved inside step by step with fear.
When he walked into the gym, he was stunned by the intense training scene inside. He couldn't capture any figure inside, it was too fast!
Suddenly, there was a numbing sound of bones breaking.
A white figure slammed in front of him, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the thick alloy floor.
The vibrations from the ground almost made the curator almost unsteady. How could a flesh and blood body withstand such a terrible impact?
The white figure staggered and struggled to stand up. It turned out to be a young man covered in bandages, but the white bandages were now soaked in blood, as if he were a fresh mummy who had come to life.
The bandaged boy spat out a mouthful of blood and said fiercely: "Come again! I want to defeat Zong Shen, but..."
The curator was stunned.
Wait, Sogami? Is this Sogami? The mummy that was beaten into a human shape is Ishikawa’s top master Sogami?
Before he finished speaking, a blurry afterimage passed through the air, and Zong Shen felt as if he was hit head-on by a high-speed flying light armor. Bang, it hit the wall hard. A cobweb hole was directly smashed into the wall.
, the Zong Shen was embedded in the center, unconscious.
The blood on the curator's face faded completely, and his steps moved back uncontrollably.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and Hua Ji appeared in front of him out of thin air. He smiled and said, "Ah, isn't this the curator? There are few visitors, do you want to come in and sit down?"
The curator tried hard to restrain his trembling cheeks and swallowed: "No, no... I, I just came to take a look."
Hua Ji showed a kind and humble smile: "This is your martial arts gym, and you are the head of our gym. You are welcome to guide our work at any time."
"I, I'm just dropping by." The gym director forced a smile, and then touched the bandage on his head: "My head hurts a little, and the injury hasn't healed yet. I'll go back and rest first. I'll leave the martial arts gym to you."
"Don't worry! Curator!"
Before leaving, the curator caught a glimpse of several posters hanging above the museum from the corner of his eye. The unfamiliar faces on the posters looked like vicious monsters.
The curator stumbled and ran faster.
Seeing the curator running away, Lu Meng appeared next to Hua Ji and said disapprovingly: "Little Chicken, you are now starting to bully honest people."
"Please call me chief, Lu Pujiao!"
Hua Ji scolded with a stern face, then he clenched his fist and coughed lightly: "Okay. Dear teachers, coaches, and students, please pay attention. The warm-up activity is over. I announce that the special training has officially begun!"
The director was obviously strongly affected by the scene in the martial arts school just now. His steps were hurried and his expression was panicked. He even ignored the acquaintances he met on the road who greeted him.
When he got home, he closed the door.
The panic look on his face disappeared, and his expression became a little gloomy.
He first carefully checked the marks near the doors and windows to make sure that no one came in when he was not at home. Then he put on the smart glasses and called up the hidden program.
Sixteen light curtains appeared in front of him. On each light curtain, there were real-time surveillance cameras near his home. After carefully checking all the surveillance cameras, no one was following him.
Only then did he let out a long breath, completely relaxed, and collapsed on the sofa.
After staring at the white ceiling for several minutes, he sat up from the sofa, rubbed his numb and stiff face, and reached for the cigarette case.
What he had experienced in the past two days had simply challenged his limits.
This damn place is getting more and more unsafe.
After smoking a cigarette, his mood finally stabilized. Looking at himself in the mirror with his head bandaged, the curator showed a self-deprecating smile.
Who would have thought that such a bald, greasy middle-aged man could be an undercover agent?
The curator opened the communication and started calling.
After a while, the communication was connected.
As soon as he was connected, the anxious voice of the person he was communicating with sounded: "What happened to you over there? I haven't been able to contact you in the past few days!"
"Something serious has happened." The director's tone was steady: "The original plan must be stopped!"
The boss suddenly raised his voice: "Do you know what you are talking about? Do you know what it means to stop planning?"
The curator deftly took out another cigarette and lit it, took a deep breath, and gently blew out the smoke ring. Chasing the smoke ring that flew away and spread in front of his eyes, his eyes became deep and his tone became unusually brisk.