Super Special Forces King

Chapter 453

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When the two mercenaries who had sent themselves walked out of the room, the dancer lay on the bed with half-squinted eyes, but actually looked around through the gap in his eyelids.

Unsurprisingly, the room was guarded by monitoring equipment.

The person who arranged it was also a master in this class, but the dancer was doing intelligence work in 01, and these methods were just pediatrics in his opinion.

Fortunately, he did not relax his vigilance secretly in his heart, otherwise once he was careless, his mental alertness was relaxed, it would be easy to reveal flaws.

At the same time secretly cursing in his heart, this blood wolf mercenary group is really enough for grandchildren!

Let's play torture and extract a confession first. If you can hold it, suddenly telling 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 has seen through the other party's methods, the dancer is not so nervous, closing his eyes faintly, waiting for the arrival of the doctor that the mercenary said.

After waiting for a full twenty minutes, the so-called doctor did not come. The choreographer opened his eyes and got up from the bed, resisting the severe pain on his body.

I saw two remote controls, one large and one small, on the bedside table. The large one was the TV, and the small one was the air conditioner in the room.

Now that he has been sent here, the choreographer must naturally enjoy it with peace of mind.

Turn on the TV, there are quite a few satellite TV stations, I just found a station and watched it. Turn on the air conditioner and adjust it to the most suitable 20 degrees to let the air conditioner blow out cold air, and you feel a lot more comfortable!

Seeing that there was a refrigerator in the room, he dragged his bruised body towards the refrigerator.

Opening the door of the refrigerator, it was suddenly full of white cold air, and there were neatly placed Tiger beer, and there were multiple drinks.

He pulled out two cans of beer, moved his body back to the bed again, opened the beer and poured it into his throat. It was cold and uncomfortable.

Open the drawer of the bedside table, there are fine Cuban cigarettes and matches inside.

The choreographer pulled out a blank expression and hung it on his mouth, lit it with a match, and slowly smoked it.

In his heart, he secretly admired the head of the blood wolf mercenary group.

He was in charge of intelligence work before, and naturally has his own means for torture. At this moment, the head of the blood wolf mercenary group played this trick, but the choreographer applauded him in his heart!

If you are just sent to this seemingly very comfortable and luxurious room, you can't relax the spirited people.

The suitable temperature, cigars, beer, can be called enjoyment in Africa's extremely barren places!

Once a person's nerves are relaxed, there may be nothing left in the mouth, and everything that should be said or not will be said. At the same time, you can obtain the information of this person by monitoring the surveillance equipment, and then determine whether this person really wants to join the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, or he has another purpose!

This hand is not good.

Now that the dancer has seen through the other's mind, he doesn't care much in his heart.

If you can't see what the other party wants to play, you must always be wary of accidentally planting someone else's way in your heart, now it seems? It is not needed anymore.

Enjoying the coolness of beer and the mellow aroma of cigars, the so-called doctor who carried the medicine cabinet was finally long overdue.

Pushing the door into the room, the eyes of the dancer inadvertently showed a trace of fear, and he almost bowed to the bedside.

Putting the medicine box on the carpet without saying a word, he started to treat the wound on the dancer.

Fortunately, the dancer only has a pair of **** on a key part of his body, otherwise he has to take off his clothes.

As long as the wounds under the feet are disinfected to prevent inflammation, the wounds with deep visible bones need to be cleaned up and sutured.

The doctor tremblingly injected anesthetics into the dancing man's meridians. Seeing his movements, the dancing boy was afraid that he would plunge directly into his thigh bone.

At the same time, I was even more surprised!

Why would a doctor be so untimely afraid to see a wounded like himself? And the fear under my eyes is not disguised at all, but real!

It stands to reason that the casualty rate of the mercenary group is definitely not low, and once injured, a doctor is needed to treat, otherwise no mercenaries will easily offend the doctor, so the status of the doctor in the mercenary group is generally higher, so why this The doctor saw that he was so afraid, it was like a mouse meeting a cat?

I put my doubts in my heart, but there is no expression on his face.

It took a full three or four hours before all the wounds on the dancer's body were treated.

The doctor seemed to be reluctant to stay any longer, put the medical equipment into his essential box as quickly as possible, and walked quickly toward the outside of the room, bending over.

He just walked to the door and suddenly heard a yelling voice behind him: "Mad, the person who helped me inform the room to get me something to eat, I'm almost starving to death." Naturally it was the dancer!

The doctor did not turn his head, but was almost frightened by the voice of the dancer and fell to the ground, vaguely agreed, and walked out of the room quickly.

The choreographer murmured and cursed again, and wanted to pick up the beer to quench his thirst, but thought that he had just used anesthetics, and then put down the beer again.

I lit a cigar again and held it on his mouth, and slowly smoked.

I don’t know if I let the doctor bring it, or it’s time to deliver the food.

A mercenary came in with a lunch box, put the lunch box on the bedside table, and said, "Brother, enjoy it! I don't usually enjoy this treatment." He said, showing an ambiguous look and walked out of the room. .

The choreographer is confused, what does his look mean? Could there be women? No way! I am a wounded person now, and in Africa are all black and bright women, that is not my own food.

Ignore this matter for the time being, fill my stomach first, and only rely on water for a few days to maintain his life, the dancer does not know what food is like.

Open the food box, there are only two things in it, one of which is soft soaked oatmeal, warm, and with the aroma of milk.

Nodded, knowing that I have not eaten for a few days, and the stomach is weak. It is best to adapt to mild things like oatmeal. Of course, if there is white glutinous rice porridge, it is obviously the most wonderful.

Pour the oatmeal into the stomach, and when the intestines adapt, the dancer opens another box, which is actually three grilled steaks with charred outside and tender inside!

Depending on the degree of roasting, it is at most half-ripe, which is the most tender.

Pick up a fork and fork a steak, shake it down and open it. The tenderness almost drips out of water!

The dancer was so addicted in his heart!