Marvel’s Princess Becomes King

　　 Bella avoided the crowds and police cars, carrying large bags and small packages, and went around to the other side of the parking lot to pick up the car.

　　The appearance of her pickup truck is extremely domineering. As an inland city, Phoenix has a lot of idle people. Wandering in the city, watching other people's cars is good, there are a lot of black homeless people who used to slash twice.

　　 Ordinary cars will be stroked, but ghost pickups are different. Miss pickups can pull those second drivers in and kill them!

In order to prevent such incidents from happening, Bella usually parks the car in the corner, and at the same time tells Miss Pickup to turn on the ghost stealth mode. Except for the kind of people who are about to die, ordinary normal people will definitely not see the corner. There is also a car parked inside.

　　 This trick is to try Bai Ling, who is going to die in the parking lot? The normal person came, and without Bella's consent, he could not see the ghost pickup.

　　 However, there was an accident today.

　　The blood stains are very light, and it is really difficult to find without a certain degree of vision and smell.

　　 Bella looked around and sighed.

　　 Where did the accident happen, I must have been affected by Natasha's black physique!

　　 She opened the car door and found Miss Picka wearing a white dress sitting in the passenger seat, with a man covered in blood lying on the back seat.

　　 This man was in the convenience store. He was hiding behind her because of his cleverness. He was hit by a middle-aged cashier three times in a row.

　　 This guy is dying, otherwise with ordinary people's spiritual perception, the ghost pickup in the invisible state will not be seen at all.

　　 "What's the situation? This is?" Bella asked the ghost.

Since Miss Picka swallowed the ghost of the ghost truck, her spiritual body has been much stronger than before, and her memories and ways of thinking have also recovered by 10% or 20%, and occasionally there will be anger, frustration, confusion and other emotional expressions. come out.

"send me home."

　　 Bella carefully experienced the emotions felt in the psionics: "You mean this guy is your friend? Do you know?"

　　 This time, Miss Pickup seemed to think about it: "Send me home."

　　 "Oh! I didn't know each other! That would be easier."

　　 There is definitely a big problem with the identity of the middle-aged person. Bella doesn't want to be nosy, but she is a little curious.

　　 She looked through the wallet of the middle-aged man. There were a few notes in it, which were messy, but there were four or five documents in them.

　　 The driver’s license is in English, and the name is Christopher da Silva. How does this name look like a pseudonym? The letters on the other certificates are not in English, and one of them looks like Russian.

　　 The middle-aged man was confused. He was shot in the shoulder, chest and lower abdomen. Now he was covered with blood and he was about to die.

　　 Bella patted the other person on the shoulder.

　　 "Comrade, vodka?"

　　 The other party did not respond.

　　 "Comrade, Bobosha?"

　　 Still no response.

　　 "Ula!"

　　 After Bella yelled, she didn't have any curses at all. Recently, she learned three sentences of Russian with Natasha.

"Comrade, I'm sorry, it was my fault to implicate you, but unfortunately, I don't have the ability to treat! Now it must be too late for research, this is fate...it can't be cured, wait for death, Goodbye!"

　　 Bella lifted the middle-aged man's neck collar, pulled the cargo out of the back seat of her car, and threw it on the ground.

　　 turned around to leave, but the abrupt middle-aged man grabbed her ankle.

"Save me...save...me! Save me! I am an agent of MI6, code name...006...I know important information... .I have the value of being saved...being saved...valuable..."

　　 The man's desire to survive is quite strong, and he repeatedly calls for help in English.

Bella broke off the opponent's fingers. The opponent is not as powerful as her under normal conditions, not to mention that he is seriously injured now, but the middle-aged man is very persistent and is unwilling to let go of any life-saving straw around him. Grab, break again, grab again.

　　 After three consecutive times, his stamina was completely exhausted, and his blood-stained right hand grabbed the air, trying to grasp the illusory last hope.

　　 The strong will of the middle-aged man to survive really shocked Bella. She felt that if she walked to the other side's position, she would accept her fate at this moment.

　　 "It's useless for you to catch me. How can I treat a gunshot wound? I won't!" She scratched her head and temporarily developed a healing spell? Sorry, she doesn't have that skill yet.

　　 "Send me home." The erratic Miss Picker said, pointing to the middle-aged man.

　　 Bella frowned: "You mean...you can first aid on the battlefield?"

"send me home."

　　 "...This is what you said, okay, I'll run again and find some first aid medicine."

In an eagerness, many drugs are not easy to find. Bella thought of Dr. Brandon in the previous jury. The other party's clinic was not far from the parking lot. The effect of the previous obsession was still there. She ran over and gave the other party's first aid kit. Take it back.

　　The ghost pickup will not leave any stains, and the blood will be automatically sucked away by the car body. Bella put Comrade 006 flat on the back seat, and then under the guidance of Miss Pickup, he was given first aid.

"send me home."

　　 "OK, OK." Bella spilled alcohol on Comrade 006's wound, and then disinfected the scalpel~www.NovelMTL.com~ to dig up the wound and take the bullet. But she dug out her eyes for a long time without seeing anything.

"send me home."

　　 "...What? The bullet didn't stay in the body, so it passed through? Then you said it earlier! It made me dig here for a long time..."

"send me home."

"...Doesn’t I sew good-looking? Please! I am a high school student with blood on his hands here to give first aid. It’s already amazing! You are standing and talking without backache. Let’s ask the person involved, hello! Do you think I sew good? Look, he didn't say a word, it means he thinks I can sew it!"

　　 Several kinds of injections that Bella couldn't name were hit into Comrade 006's body one after another to maintain body functions, and then debridement, suture, and blood transfusion.

　　 The whole process took less than half an hour, and the movements were slightly rough, but on the surface, the person was saved.

However, after receiving treatment in the ghost pickup, there must be sequelae. The negative energy in this car is extremely large. Normal people are fine. Comrade 006 who is about to die at the moment will probably leave some minor problems due to negative energy accumulation. .

Bella and Miss Picka have been thinking about it for a long time. They think that Comrade 006 will have a small amount of symptoms such as epilepsy, dizziness, insufficient blood supply to the brain, or simply awakening the yin and yang ability. It's normal. If you have any questions, go to the hospital!

　　 Comrade 006 lost too much blood and fainted a long time ago. Bella couldn't throw him in the parking lot and wait to die, and send the Buddha to the west. At least let this man have a relatively warm place to rest.

"send me home."

　　 "OK, OK! Go home, go home first!" Bella threw Comrade 006 into the back seat and drove the pickup out of the parking lot.