Special Forces Medic

Chapter 884 - 857: Afraid I’ll Harm Him, So He Follows

"You look like a vampire right now."

"I’m scarier than a vampire."

"What’s scarier than a vampire?" Xiao Lin jokingly teased the woman, not forgetting that she was a wicked person despite her momentary innocence. "Was it your people who sent assassins to the hospital to kill my witness?"

"No! My master wouldn’t bother with such meaningless acts."

Twenty minutes passed quickly, and in their exchange, a 500cc container reached its limit. Xiao Lin’s face turned pale, not yet sluggish, but he spoke less, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

The master closed the valve on the tube, sealed the glass container, and handed it to Lao Zhao nearby. "Master, should we continue? It seems he..."

"We went through so much trouble to get him to willingly drain his blood," the master said, looking at the closed-eyed Xiao Lin, unwilling to waste the opportunity due to sympathy.

"Master misunderstood Lao Zhao’s intention. I mean we can endure for now and find a safer place to continue this. Worrying that the explosion might attract police," Lao Zhao packed the blood from the 500cc pressure into five test tube containers, sealing them with special caps, and placed them in a silver iron box. "Master, the car is parked in the back alley."

Lao Zhao was right in his analysis of the situation. The master shouldn’t refuse, yet she shook her head. "I don’t trust this guy."

Hearing this, Xiao Lin opened his eyes and looked at Lao Zhao. "Director Zhao, I’ve always thought you were not a simple person. Although your behavior in the North District Police Station occasionally contradicts your usual demeanor, it was a flaw, but you’ve fooled many. Now, my understanding of Director Zhao has been elevated." Xiao Lin then turned to the master. "Hey, you should listen to his advice. Are you still afraid I’ll do something to you?"

The master analyzed Xiao Lin’s weaknesses mixed with truth, and indeed feared he’d pull something, feeling paranoid.

"Ha, the master! How come your Middle Eastern aura vanished upon coming to Yanjing? Four years here have assimilated you, or did I leave a lasting impression on you in the Middle East? Or was it Mu Rongyun’s departure that made you suffer, causing you to hate me?"

"Shut up!" The master was enraged by something Xiao Lin said, stepping forward to deliver a loud slap.

"Master!" Lao Zhao stepped forward as Xiao Lin provoked the master. "If you want to live, shut up." Lao Zhao warned, glaring fiercely at Xiao Lin.

Tsk, tsk, tsk! Xiao Lin made sympathetic clicks. "Blind following is pitiful, to abandon even close kin. I can only describe you in two words: foolish."

Lao Zhao was taken aback, frowning as he seemed to see through Xiao Lin’s intentions, with no time for banter. Lao Zhao dragged the master towards the back alley, ordering others to take Xiao Lin along.

"Lao Zhao, are you rebelling? Dare to raise a hand against me?" The master did not truly resist Lao Zhao’s actions. Xiao Lin noted the woman’s subtle apprehension towards Lao Zhao, not out of fear but respect.

"Master, you must listen to Lao Zhao this time. Xiao is overly certain, surely has other schemes. You can’t stay here." Before Lao Zhao finished speaking, another explosion sounded, its impact quite strong and dangerously close.

Half of the workshop collapsed, blocking a portion of the exposed area, and the car parked in the alley was right on that path.

"Let’s go around it!" The explosion confirmed Lao Zhao’s analysis, and the master’s eyes showed killing intent.

"Ah, you’re going to kill me! Then my blood will be wasted, seeping into the ground." The anesthesia flowed through the bloodstream throughout the body, blocked at the heart, pushing accumulated toxins elsewhere. Purifying quickly without inner strength is difficult.

The master took a deep look at Xiao Lin, closely following Lao Zhao out the other end.

"Attention inside, you’re now surrounded, you’re now surrounded! Drop your weapons and come out, drop your weapons," Xu Ming repeated over the loudspeakers.

"Police?" The master’s newly stepped foot retracted quickly.

"I didn’t call them!" Xiao Lin chuckled softly, genuinely not having called the cops.

"If you didn’t call them, why are they here? You think I’m blind? The people outside are all under your command." Despite holding the box, Lao Zhao felt it wasn’t the time to confront them. Today’s master was impulsive, losing her usual calm and composure.

He returned along the original path with the suitcase. The likelihood of this rear alley being blocked is quite high, and if they don’t quickly reach the car parked outside, none of them would be able to leave. This isn’t the Middle East; the national circumstances here don’t allow for large-scale weapon storage, and the space for escape is pathetically small. More importantly, the police here are different from those in the Middle East. Without protection, all they can do now is run.

"Sir, leave this to us, you take the suitcase and retreat down the alley."

Fourth Master was about to protest when Xu Ming’s voice sounded again, and each warning was more severe than the last, indicating he should have deployed the special police.

He yanked Xiao Lin’s arm and dragged him towards the spot that had just been blasted open. His unstable steps couldn’t keep up with Fourth Master’s pace. Ah, what a mess, Xiao Lin thought helplessly.

Almost dragging the person onto the ruins, Lao Zhao said the car was right ahead. Gunfire had already echoed from behind, and Fourth Master looked back at the skirmish, fiercely speaking to Xiao Lin: "I will remember this."

"With me, you won’t escape." The needle was still in the body, and the swinging hose outside caused internal tissue damage, leaving marks of ruptured blood vessels inside the bronze skin.

"Without me, you would still..." Before Fourth Master could finish his sentence, Xiao Lin moved his chin towards him instinctively, revealing someone holding a gun pointed at her.

"Dare you say you hadn’t planned it well?" Fourth Master identified the man as the dark Young Master, Ye Lu Shou.

"There was a plan, but you disrupted it." Xiao Lin glanced at the time; Shou had arrived five minutes early. He leaned against the ruins, clutching his chest with his left hand.

Fourth Master angrily turned and backed behind Xiao Lin, holding a dagger with the tip to Xiao Lin’s temple. "It’s not easy to catch me. Holding the suitcase, his right hand circled Xiao Lin’s chin, the dagger’s tip aiming at his left temple. This bizarre move shocked Shou, unsure how to act.

The speed of a bullet compared to a knife entering a temple was incomparable, but distance-wise, Fourth Master had the upper hand.

"Shou!" Xiao Lin shouted at Ye Lu Shou. What’s there to hesitate about now?

Ye Lu Shou raised his gun with both hands, not daring any mistake; Fourth Master was too close to Xiao Lin. Unless they remained still, any deviation, and the bullet would pierce Xiao Lin’s face. In a moment of hesitation, he lowered the gun.

"Haha, your men are just like this." Fourth Master struck Xiao Lin’s back of the head with the knife’s handle, noticing the smile on his face.

The sound of the bullet broke out, and as Xiao Lin fell, it deviated and hit Fourth Master’s shoulder, missing the artery by a little.

"Sir!" Lao Zhao rushed up with blood all over, snatched the suitcase from Fourth Master’s hands, and darted to the left with him. At the same time, Shou chased after them, glanced back at Xiao Lin’s falling body, and leapt towards him, knocking off several escapees who had just emerged, carrying Xiao Lin to the front of the plant.

Xiao Lin opened his eyes, glanced at Shou, swallowing many words. Should he blame him for abandoning the plan for him? Then he truly wouldn’t be a good boss.

"Boss!" Xu Ming saw the man he had rescued from the Horse Gang carrying the boss out and hesitated for a moment.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry and call an ambulance." Ye Lu Shou yelled at Xu Ming, laying Xiao Lin flat in the car seat. His limp body sparked indescribable concern; when had his boss ever been like this? If he hadn’t arrived early, perhaps... Shou dared not think further.

"He doesn’t want to go to the hospital." Mu Rongyun pushed through the crowd, intending to check the situation, not expecting this kind of scene.

Xu Ming knew Mu Rongyun, so his sudden appearance seemed almost routine. "Mu Rong, shouldn’t we take him to the hospital? The boss seems seriously injured."

"I’ll handle it!" Mu Rongyun lifted Xiao Lin from the car, placing a hand on his shoulder, glancing sideways at Ye Lu Shou.

"The needle isn’t ordinary anesthesia; it’s a toxin researched specifically for his constitution, basically untreatable. If you want him uncured, keep wasting time with me here."

"Is what you’re saying true? Why should I trust you, the enemy?"

Enemy? Xu Ming didn’t understand and stared at the person before him. Why enemy? The dynamics seemed hostile indeed, as gangs and police fundamentally opposed each other, but these two and their boss couldn’t be judged merely by this straightforward notion. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)