Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

The development of the power grid was constructed by Qin Zhan's team, and his people controlled the data when it was put into operation. In recent years, no matter how many forces and parties have sought, the final seller has not yet been finalized.

Qin Zhan actually didn't hold much hostility towards the existence of the Ye Gang, especially since the other party was also hooked on Song Ye's sister Yun Hua. He didn't even hunt down ruthlessly in tonight's action, but now he was looking at the ground on the ground. This pool of dark red blood, his eyebrows were tightly twisted together, and his face showed solemnity.

If the grid data leaked, then he would have to revisit Ye Gang.

The night was cold and cold, all the illusions in the darkness were being torn apart little by little, and the cruelty of the truth was gradually exposed to the world in a state of blood dripping.

Song Ye ran all the way back to the downtown area, but didn't go back to the base directly. In the grid shop that was not rented out at the street corner, she let people out, and she would be sober naturally after the anesthesia was over.

Covering her injured shoulder and looking at the bloodstains along the way, she took out a towel from the space and wrapped her wrist. Looking at the silent darkness outside, she turned pale and left.

At four o'clock in the morning, the winter night is still very dark, I can't see my fingers, and the cold wind outside the window is a good time to warm up.

Le Mingyu was still sleeping soundly in his sweet dream, when he suddenly heard the doorbell ringing outside the house.

Ding dong ding dong ding dong, the rapid ringtone made him suddenly open his eyes from his sleep, quickly woke up, rolled over and got out of bed, and turned on the monitor at the door.

"Song Ye?" Seeing the person coming, Lu Siyu was startled, then put on his nightgown and hurried to open the door.

This is his private villa, even if his younger brother Le Mingyu doesn't know, he only told Song Ye last time.

And he didn't expect that the other party would come to the door one day.

Opening the door, the cold wind from the outside rushed in, and the smell of blood rushed towards him. Lu Siyu looked at the pale paper-like face in front of him, and his heart tightened, "Are you injured?"

"Yeah." Song Ye replied lightly, and the person had already entered the house and sat on the sofa in the living room, and then slanted to the side as if out of strength, "Prepare me hot water, alcohol, scissors and bandages. "

Hearing her voice was already hoarse and weak, Lu Siyu guessed that her bloody shoulder must have been shot, and without saying a word, went upstairs to get the medicine box.

After a while, he prepared everything, turned on the bright light, and helped Song Ye cut off the clothes on his shoulders. Under the wet black clothes with blood stains, there was a bloody hole, and the surrounding skin was too fair. , making the wound look even more shocking.

"Sniper rifle? Have you met a killer?" Lu Siyu knew the weapon well, and at a glance at the state of the wound, he could determine the type of the gun.

"Heh, it's more troublesome than a killer." Song Ye sneered, but did not answer, but instead asked, "Do you know how to get bullets?"

Lu Siyu raised his eyebrows, "That's natural, but don't blame me for taking advantage of you." After all, Song Ye was still a sixteen-year-old underage, and he still felt a little uneasy about his conscience.

Hearing this, Song Ye leaned her head back on the sofa and pouted, "Then don't talk nonsense." Sooner or later, it would hurt, so she hurriedly finished the matter. After saying this, she took a towel and bit it in her mouth.

Lu Siyu moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed it.

He knew how painful it was to get a bullet, even a man might not be able to bear it, let alone a sixteen-year-old girl. He wanted to persuade Song Ye to go to a private hospital for an injection, but he remembered that she came to him late at night, just because he didn't want anyone to trace her whereabouts, so he didn't say anything.

The blood on half of his shoulders was wiped clean with a little bit of iodine. There was no blood stain to cover up. The thumb-sized hole on the bottom looked even more terrifying.

Lu Siyu took a knife and disinfected it with alcohol. Some hot knives fell heavily on the wound in his hands. The pale skin could faintly see the blue blood vessels. He gestured twice and treated the wound for the first time. I will be nervous, "I'm doing it." This sound is more like telling myself.

"Hmm..." Song Ye had lost his strength due to excessive blood loss, and only made a vague response from his throat.

Lu Siyu took a deep breath and pressed Song Ye's shoulder with one hand to prevent her from moving around, and the scalpel in the other hand stabbed into her wound at once.

"Hmm..." Song Ye, who was almost in a coma, shuddered violently all over his body, and groaned from his mouth, biting the towel tightly, and the veins on his neck burst out instantly.

When Lu Siyu saw her fist resting on her leg and clenched tightly, she couldn't bear it, but she had to keep calm and continue to cut the flesh of the wound.

At this time, the movements must be fast and precise, so that Song Ye will not suffer so much pain.

Song Ye only reacted a little fiercely at the beginning, and then he didn't make any sound, not even the slightest tremor.

But Lu Siyu still saw the blue veins on Song Ye's neck and hands from the corner of his eyes, showing that she was not without pain.

It was not until the bullet was taken out and a few stitches were made on the wound that Song Ye's stiff body slowly relaxed.

"Okay." Lu Siyu breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that he was sweating just now.

"Well, thank you." Song Ye removed the towel from his mouth and kept his head up, thanking him weakly.

"Haha, it's rare to see you being so polite." Lu Siyu let out a low laugh, got up and walked to the bathroom to deal with the blood on his hands, and also left space for Song Ye to clean himself up.

Just when I returned to the living room, I found that the girl on the sofa was still maintaining her original posture, and she had fallen asleep.

"Song Ye, I'm going to sleep upstairs." Lu Siyu called out, but he didn't respond. Seeing the other party's blood loss and pale face, he couldn't bear to call her again.

Looking at the blood on her arm, he wet the towel and gently wiped her clean.

The girl's skin is smooth and delicate, her arms are slender and soft, and there is a sense of fragility that will shatter when touched. She is the helm of the Ye Gang, and she can't imagine how desperate she would be for her brother in times of crisis.

Even the process of taking the bullet that even men can't bear is silent, so strong that it makes people feel a little distressed.

What kind of past did such a young girl have to go through in order to create such a steel frame.

This is the first time that Le Siyu has become curious about Song Ye.

It was late at night, and he carried the unconscious Song Ye to the big bed upstairs to sleep, watching the clock on the head of the bed pointed to six o'clock.

If I remember correctly, today is Song Ye's sister Yunhua's wedding.