Chapter 219 Recruitment (Part )
Cui Jian simulated the enemy's deployment and deployment in his mind, re-entered the hotel corridor from the third floor, reached out and took AB's pistol: "Go through the corridor and take Staircase A to the next floor. If there is a chance, come to the front door and I will drive to pick you up. If you are blocked, don't resist, just surrender."

After that, Cui Jian turned right and entered the elevator waiting area, and pressed the elevator button. The elevator came down from the sixth floor. AB looked at each other, and continued to lift C and walked forward with difficulty. They wanted to ask: There must be enemies on the first floor, are you sure you can just go down?

The elevator on the first floor dinged, and two gunmen on each side nervously watched the elevator door slowly open. They held pistols in their right hands hidden inside their suits, the safety was off, and the bullets were loaded.

Cui Jian seemed to be frightened, and subconsciously leaned back, looked to the left, then to the right, and walked out of the elevator inexplicably. Seeing that he was not ABC and did not fit the ABC figure, the four gunmen breathed a sigh of relief, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. What was wrong? Cui Jian's performance was very good, but he rarely wore a silicon mask, and he forgot that no matter how he acted, the mask did not have much expression.

Did they just get away with it? Of course not. Cui Jian, who had walked out, pulled out his gun, almost put the muzzle of the gun to the back of one gunman's head and pulled the trigger, then the second, the third, and the fourth. One by one, before they could react, the four people had become four corpses.

Cui Jian held the gun in both hands and leaned against the wall, exchanging shots with the two gunmen who had come to their senses in the front hall. As expected, he killed the first one. Then, with his strong psychological strength, he shot the second gunman first. He raised his gun and waited for a while, looking around, and when he saw nothing, Cui Jian turned around and left. He believed that the other party would not live in disgrace when they had the advantage in numbers.

Cui Jian went out the back door, replaced a new magazine, walked quickly forward, leaned against the wall at the back door, and slipped out. In his memory, there was a car in the parking lot at the back door that moved unusually, and all the bullets in this magazine were sent to that car. After emptying the magazine, Cui Jian was not sure if there was anyone in the car, and he did not have time to confirm it, so he immediately went to the car that Qi Sha had assigned to him.

Cui Jian started the car, and Bai Qi appeared in the elevator waiting area, wearing a mask and holding a pistol, running towards Cui Jian. Cui Jian raised his gun and shot, and Bai Qi immediately moved to the left wall. Because of the angle, he entered the blind spot of the shooting.

Cui Jian's car windshield was cracked because of his shooting, making it difficult to see. If he kicked the glass off, he would be hit by Bai Qi. If he didn't kick the glass off, he could only drive blindly. Bai Qi was sure of this and listened to the sound of the car.

Cui Jian chose to drive blindly. He took advantage of the left-hand driving position and drove the car along the ground line. In this situation, he could not see the front. Cui Jian drove for ten seconds relying on his memory of the terrain, then turned the steering wheel right and went up the small slope, parking the car steadily at the main entrance of the hotel. With the passenger window lowered, Cui Jian and Bai Qi, who was leaning against the elevator, exchanged shots.

Bai Qi has the advantage of mobility, but Cui Jian is ready to fight for his life. In this case, if Bai Qi wants to hit Cui Jian, he must be prepared to let Cui Jian hit him. Bai Qi leans against the elevator door, with a small shelter. Bullets fly past him. Should he go for it? Of course not. Bai Qi holds out his pistol and shoots at the car.

Bai Qi cursed the damn Susan in his heart.

After Susan was shot, her people deserted their posts, removed the stair guards, and went to rescue Susan. The big net he had set up was thus torn open. Bai Qi was not worried that the people he sent to capture ABC would be killed by ABC. Alerting the enemy was also one of his tactics. But wasn't it agreed that there would only be ABC? Why did a D suddenly appear? Even if D appeared, it didn't matter. The ambush on the two staircases was the key, but they all went to rescue Susan. TM, are you doctors?

ABC got on the car, and B, who got on last, threw himself on AC. Cui Jicheng started the car immediately, accelerated, and the back door closed automatically.

As Cui Jian drove, he leaned forward and broke off a piece of the broken windshield, and asked, "Is there a signal?"

B said: "Not yet... yes."

Cui Jian: "Contact home."

B expressed his own opinion: "We still don't know why we were exposed. The other party accurately found us after we disguised ourselves. It must be an information leak. We need to check the security of the dedicated line first, otherwise it will threaten the safety of others."

"OK." Cui Jian stepped on the accelerator and the car shot out like an arrow.

A said, "Boss, there are no vehicles chasing us."

Cui Jian: “Yeah.”

A said: "So you can drive slower."

Cui Jian: “Reject.”

Twenty minutes later, the car drove to the basement level of Haiming Building. When passing his own car, Cui Jian handed the key to B: "Drive the car to the second basement level and contact home after confirming it is safe. There is a thermite bomb in the central control drawer. Burn the car after getting out of trouble."

B nodded: "I see. Are you okay?"

"Something happened." Cui Jian took off his clothes, pressed them on his right abdomen, opened the car door, got into his car, and the handlebars were covered in blood.

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Hearing the sound of the iron gate opening, Xueying stretched her head to see. She had already thought of the lines to provoke Cui Jian, and she was itching to do it. But she saw that Cui Jian's car did not go to the parking space, but parked directly in front of the living room, which made her feel bad. Then it was really bad. She saw Cui Jian coming out of the car covered in blood. Seeing this, she hurried downstairs and greeted Cui Jian who entered the living room.

Cui Jian said: "Go and do the test paper."

This sentence made Xueying shut up about what she wanted to ask, and she replied, "Let's do it later. I'll call an ambulance for you first."

"We can't call an ambulance." Cui Jian said, "Then take me to the elevator." There is an elevator at home, but it is rarely used.

Xueying said: "You must call an ambulance, otherwise you will die."

Cui Jian reached out to take Xueying's phone, but his body was not stable and he swayed. A pistol fell to the ground. This was the pistol he got from the gunman. Cui Jian didn't pick up the gun. He looked into Xueying's eyes and said seriously, "Please take me to the bedroom bathroom."

Xueying seemed to understand something. She stepped forward, held Cui Jian's arm, helped Cui Jian enter the elevator, lifted Cui Jian as hard as she could, and sent Cui Jian to the bedroom bathroom.

Cui Jian sat back on the white tiles. Xueying looked at the blood on the floor, at a loss, and asked, "What should we do now?"

Cui Jian: "Go get the first aid kit."

Xueying said anxiously: "The first aid kit can't add much blood."

Cui Jian couldn't help but smile: "Go get it."

Xueying immediately ran away, stepped on blood and fell in the corridor. She immediately stood up, quickly went upstairs to get the first aid kit, and returned to the bedroom bathroom.

She knelt down beside Cui Jian, feeling helpless, and asked, "What next?"

Cui Jian asked: "Aren't you a doctor?"

Xueying burst into tears: "Didn't you fail the exam? Can't you wait eight years before getting hurt again?" She wanted to stop him with her hands, but she didn't dare to, and she didn't know what she could do.

Cui Jian comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't worry, I have called the doctor, all you have to do is help the doctor open the door."

Xueying nodded repeatedly and asked with concern: "Will you die?"

Cui Jian reached out his hand to touch Xueying's head to comfort her, but found that his hands were covered in blood. He withdrew his hand and said, "Maybe, it's okay."

Xueying reached out and grabbed a tissue, wiped her tears, and asked, "Then, do you want to confess?"

Cui Jian: "Shouldn't you say: You won't die?"

Xueying explained: "Only by repenting can you go to heaven."

Cui Jian couldn't help laughing again: "Heaven? There is no way I can go to heaven after I die. Xueying, I am a bad person, a very bad person, so don't cry, it's not worth shedding tears for a bad person."

Xueying: "No, how can you be a bad person?"

Cui Jian leaned against the wall and said seriously: "I have hundreds of lives on my hands."

Xueying cried and said, "You rascal."

Cui Jian: “Ah?”

Xueying: "Do you think I don't understand? My classmate once said that he has hundreds of millions of lives on his hands."

Cui Jian almost vomited blood. "Can you please go through the near-death procedure normally?" You are still arguing at this time.

The confidential cell phone placed beside Cui Jian vibrated. Cui Jian reached out, but couldn't press the button properly. Xueying helped him swipe and answered the call: "Hello."

"who are you?"

Cui Jian: "Turn on speakerphone. Hello."

The other party said, "I'll be there in five minutes. Can you take off your clothes now?"

Cui Jian: “Not really.”

The other person: "Can that girl help you?"

Cui Jian looked at Xueying, who nodded. Cui Jian said, "Okay."

The other party said, "Now lie down flat, raise your neck slightly, and remove all the clothes on the wound. You can use scissors or take them off. Then rinse with alcohol to see how many wounds there are."

Xueying helped Cui Jian lie down, took a pillow and placed it under Cui Jian's neck, then went downstairs to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors, cut open the clothes, and explained to the phone: "There are three bleeding holes." The other party: "Rinse with alcohol."

Xueying poured alcohol while looking at Cui Jian. Doesn't it hurt? Report: "Two places, two places that are bleeding continuously, one of which has a black plastic sheet visible. There is also a wound in the abdomen."

The other person asked: "Where on the abdomen?"

Xueying thought for a while, then reached in and touched her lower abdomen. After a while, she said, "It seems to be the location of the cecum and colon."

The other party asked: "No penetrating wounds?"

Xueying: "Yes, the appendix was pierced."

The other party asked: "What's your blood type?"

Xueying: "I have AB blood type."

During the conversation, the doorbell rang and the other party said, "I'm here, open the small iron door."

Xueying answered and opened the small iron door. Two men got out of the back seat of a car. They walked quickly into the villa and continued to communicate on their cell phones: "Location."

Xueying: "2nd floor."

Soon two men arrived at the bathroom in the bedroom on the second floor. After checking Cui Jian's injuries, one of the men opened his portable medical box and said, "There are no vital injuries, but he has lost too much blood. It depends on God whether he can survive." One man wore a mask and the other wore a face mask.

After that, the masked man put on gloves, took out a scalpel from the sterile box, cut open Cui Jian's belly, and took out the black triangle with tweezers. This is a piece of hard plastic inside the car door. The appendix surgery is more complicated. First, a large incision is made, then the damaged part is removed, and the wound has to be sutured after cleaning.

The man wearing a mask performed the operation seriously, and the man wearing a veil skillfully punctured the blood vessels of the two people with a transfusion tube and gave Cui Jian a blood transfusion in a semi-standing position.

The masked man said, "Little girl, pay attention to his heartbeat. Tell me if it beats too fast." He can control the speed of blood transfusion.

Xueying nodded repeatedly: "Will he die?"

Masked man: "I bet he won't."

Masked man: "I bet it will."

Masked man: "Because I bet he wouldn't, so you want to bet he would?"

Cui Jian said weakly: "Shut up."

Xueying looked at the masked man and said in surprise, "I think I've seen your mask somewhere before."

The masked man looked at Xueying with the same surprised expression: "This is the first time I've seen a girl as beautiful as you." There was no inverted cross on his mask.

Xueying smiled: "Thank you."

Masked man: “You’re welcome.”

Cui Jiandao: "He is his teacher."

Man in mask: "I'm a teacher."

Masked man: "I'm a student, little girl, what's your name?"

Xueying replied: "Xueying."

Masked man: "Nice name."

Xueying asked, "What about you?"

Masked man: "I'm already masked, how can I tell you my name? Sigh... I just came to Korea to travel and visit my teacher, how come I became a blood transfusion tool? Old man, do I have enough blood?"

Man in mask: "As long as my hands don't shake, it should be enough."

The masked man made a phone call: "No need to send blood bags."

Xueying said anxiously: "He is about to fall asleep."

Masked man: "You can sleep without anesthesia. You see, staying up late is not without benefits. Hey, you still owe me 2,000 euros, you can't die."

Cui Jian groaned: "It hurts." Is that sleeping? That's coma.

Masked man: "I did it on purpose. Your name is Xueying?"

Xueying: "Yes."

Masked man: "Thank you for today."

Masked man: "She hasn't said whether she will keep it a secret."

Xueying: "I will keep it a secret."

The masked man said grimly: "Only the dead can keep secrets."

Cui Jian: "Don't scare her."

The masked man smiled and said, "Xueying, my name is Xiaotu and his name is Laotu."

Xueying: “Is that a nickname?”

The masked man replied: "No, it's a nickname. Old fashioned, is that enough? Why do I feel my heart beating a little faster?"

Lao Tu: "You are weak. OK, the next step is to sew it up. You are very good at taking this shot."

Cui Jian gave a middle finger.

Lao Tu: "Otherwise, how will you explain the wound to others? Now you can explain that it was caused by the surgery for cystic cystitis. As for the other wound, it was not a gunshot wound, so no one will pay attention to it."

Cui Jian: "How do you explain the wound at the back?" It was a penetrating wound, two holes from one bullet.

Lao Tu: "Polish it afterwards, and if that doesn't work, wax it."

Cui Jian was not impressed by the corny joke and asked, "How are they doing?"

Lao Tu: "They are them, you are you, and I am me. I am here to save your life, I don't know who they are. You are too unprofessional. You need to rest your wound for at least a week."

Xueying raised her hand: "I can take care of him."

Lao Tu looked at Xue Ying and thought it was not a question of care, but a question of her identity being exposed. But Lao Tu did not say anything, and nodded and said, "Thank you, Xue Ying, we will remember it."

Xueying asked, "What do you mean?"

"It's meaningless." Lao Tu said: "You can stop the blood transfusion and clean up the villa." First, use chemical means to destroy the iron element in the blood, and then scrub, bury or demolish it.

Xiao Tu lamented, "I shouldn't have come."

Lao Tu glanced at the pistols placed aside and said, "And these."

The appearance of Lao Tu and Xiao Tu was not accidental. Cui Jian was the landlord, so he was the only one who needed to contact the candidates directly. After all, they had many opportunities to cooperate in the future. In addition to Cui Jian, there must be an instructor, a seven-killer, and a hellhound as referees to Hancheng to monitor the recruitment. They did not show up, but only watched the video. If necessary, they would directly interview one of the candidates.

The only coincidence is Lao Tu, who is a surgical expert. Without Lao Tu, they would have kidnapped a surgeon. But by then, Cui Jian's identity would have been exposed, and he would have had to leave Hancheng and become an instructor under a pseudonym. In addition to their on-site treatment of Cui Jian, Hellhound and Yiyi were also preparing the materials needed for the second stage of treatment, such as a clinic that could perform surgery, and type A blood.

(End of this chapter)