Zheng Xudong and Sergei Mashkov chatted in the car to pass the time on the road.

Zheng Xudong suddenly asked, "What's wrong with your hand, was it cut by a knife?"

Hearing Zheng Xudong's words, the smile on Sergei Mashkov's face slowly disappeared, he raised his left hand and put it in front of his eyes, looked at the gauze wrapped in his little finger, and the words of the doctor from the private clinic under the gang sounded in his mind, "Second son, your little finger is not a knife wound, it is a gunshot wound, and it was broken by a large-caliber pistol, the tissue is very badly damaged, and it can no longer be connected." I'm sorry!"

"Is it because your skills are not good, or because the doctor you are working at can't do it? You tell me the truth. ”

"Second son, I promise you, in terms of the technique of finger renewal, your wound can only be amputated, if you don't believe it, take this finger and try it in another private clinic. ”

Sergei Mashkov, of course, knows the surgical level of the doctors in this clinic, and the skills of daring to come out and open a private clinic are good, and this clinic is also a "designated support unit" in the gang, and as long as there is a rush task in the gang, he will not dare to go to a big hospital to deal with it. The technique is still quite good, since he said so, it seems that his fingers can't be saved, "Then amputate the leg!" Finally, with infinite hatred, he amputated the part of his little finger that remained on his hand in this clinic.

He thought in his heart and said to Zheng Xudong with a wry smile: "This finger is the result of gambling." ”

Zheng Xudong immediately thought of the story of the casino being chopped off by others, so he asked: "Are you still in your own casino?"

Sergei Mashkov did not know why he liked this boy from the bottom of his heart, although he won his own money, listening to his words he smiled wryly and said: "Not what you think. It's my father who doesn't want me to manage the casino by myself and gamble indiscriminately, our brother is yellow, gambling, and drugs are the same, but the house rules are to operate these side things, and you must not touch these, I not only lost money that day, but also lost my own... "Seeing the little finger that has been with him for more than 30 years leave him like this, what can he do? Resist? Then it is not a question of the finger leaving him, it is estimated that the head will leave him.

"What your father said is right, pornography, gambling, and drugs are indeed the three most harmful things in the past. Speaking of this, Zheng Xudong paused, "But... ”

"Say, it's already like this, what else?" Sergei Mashkov said when he saw Zheng Xudong want to speak.

"But isn't your father too harsh on you, no, it should be too ruthless, don't cripple one of your fingers so severely! Isn't it okay to beat you? Or confinement, this is a physical punishment, irreversible!" Zheng Xudong felt that it was normal for the gang to be cruel to others, but he didn't expect to be so ruthless to his own people and his own son. It's really a fighting nation, urine sex!

Sergei Mashkov glanced at the time on his watch, and then said to the driver: "Stop!" The driver quickly looked at the vehicles in front of him and behind him, and then safely leaned on the side of the road.

Zheng Xudong saw that he had arrived at the location of the Hudson estuary, and the Statue of Liberty was in front of him, and he saw Sergei Mashkov get out of the car with a push door, and stood down directly at the railing by the river, he got out of the car and came to his side, Sergei Mashkov took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth, and took out half a cigarette from the cigarette case and sent it to Zheng Xudong, "Come on, there is still time!"

"I'm still smoking cigars, I don't want to smoke cigarettes anymore. Why don't you smoke my cigars!" Zheng Xudong took out two Cohiba cigars from his pocket and handed one to Sergei Mashkov.

Sergei Mashkov threw the cigarette in his mouth into the Hudson River, took Zheng Xudong's cigar, cigar cutter and cigar lighter, "You have a lot of stuff!" After lighting and taking two puffs, "Good cigar, good quality." Then he stopped talking, and stared straight at the Hudson River, as if there was a naked girl bathing in the river, but the hatred in his eyes was not quite the same.

For two minutes neither of them spoke, and I don't know what Sergei Mashkov was thinking, when he suddenly slammed his left hand on the stainless steel railing by the Hudson River, watching blood seep out of the white gauze.

"He is my father, who controls all the power of the entire Russian gang in the United States, and I have an older brother and a younger brother, and I can't fight them! Patience, patience for more than 30 years!" Sergei Mashkov was talking to himself like a resentful woman, and it was also like telling Zheng Xudong, but Zheng Xudong was not sure so he didn't answer, "Let's go, it's almost time!"

"Did you have that severed finger?" Zheng Xudong said casually.

"I've seen the best doctors in New York, and they're all the same, hopeless!" said Sergei Mashkov with a grim face.

"I'll ask again, do you bring it? There is only one chance!" Zheng Xudong didn't know why he wanted to help him, just now when he was by the river, Zheng Xudong asked Xiao Ai in his mind, if she could help Sergei Mashkov connect the severed finger, Xiao Ai gave him the answer that the genetic modification liquid could do it, but it had to be exchanged with the spaceship with energy, and it would affect the progress of the upgrade. But Zheng Xudong still told Xiao Ai to exchange for a bottle of human genetic modification liquid, and asked how to use it.

Sergei Mashkov really put the severed finger in a small metal box in the past two days, he cherished this "old fellow" who had been with him for thirty-five years, and he didn't want to throw her away for a while, in fact, he also knew that it wouldn't last much time, but he just didn't want to throw it away. Today, Zheng Xudong asked about his severed finger, and he took it out of his pants pocket and put it in the palm of his hand.

"It's useless, I understand your intentions. ”

Zheng Xudong didn't care what he said, and said to him seriously: "If you believe me, make a poisonous oath not to tell me about helping you connect your fingers, and then I will find a way to help you connect your fingers, if you don't believe it, just throw this severed finger away, this hot day is about to smell!"

"You're telling the truth, aren't you making fun of me!" Sergei Mashkov couldn't believe his ears.

"Did I offer you anything in return?" Sergei Mashkov shook his head, "To amuse you, did you give me money?" Sergei Mashkov shook his head again, and then nodded again.

"If you don't believe it, let's get in the car and go, don't delay me to make money!" Zheng Xudong said angrily, he used the human genetic modification liquid in exchange for high energy, and it also affected the progress of his most important spaceship upgrade, but this guy looked uncomfortable looking at it with a poop on his face.

Sergei Mashkov hurriedly grabbed Zheng Xudong's arm with his hand, "Okay, I believe you this time, if you succeed, you are my benefactor! I promise you that if you commit a crime in my hands in the future, I can spare your life!" Speaking of this, looking at Zheng Xudong's contemptuous look, he knew that he didn't believe that this was the biggest guarantee to his benefactor in their gang.

"Swear!"

"I swear by my own mother's surname that I will not tell me about the fact that you helped me to catch my fingers, and if I disobey it, my mother will not live in heaven!" Sergei Mashkov said, holding up his right hand.

Zheng Xudong knows that Westerners swear by their own mother's surname is basically similar to China's oath of "five thunders in the sky, and the whole family will die", but in fact, the oath is of little use to those who are willing to abide by it, but it is actually useless to those who are unwilling to abide by it! Just like Zheng Xudong's father often told him, "The law is a pile of blank paper for a law-abiding person, and it is too hard to wipe his buttocks." But for those who break the law and commit crimes, it is the sword of Damocles hanging over their heads!

"Untie the gauze on your hand!" Zheng Xudong said coldly.

"Okay!" Sergei Mashkov at this time looked like a good baby in kindergarten.

Zheng Xudong took out a butterfly knife from his pants pocket (space) and pulled a beautiful knife flower with his hand.

"I said, brother, you're not going to operate on me with this thing here, are you? This technique is too crude! I must have been deluded by Satan today, how can I believe you?"

"It's too late to regret!" Zheng Xudong looked at him with empty eyes.

Sergei Mashkov didn't know why he shuddered in his heart when he saw Zheng Xudong's eyes, which could only be seen in the eyes of someone like his father who had put life and death aside. He was a little scared in his heart, and without thinking about it, he said directly: "Come on!"

"Take your severed finger in your right hand, cut it upwards and don't move!"

"Gotcha! Sergei Mashkov's eyes were fixed on the butterfly knife in Zheng Xudong's hand, not knowing where the knife would fall on his body. After all, they are not familiar with Zheng Xudong, and with their Russian gangster character, a stranger dares to show a knife in front of him, that is the rhythm of a duel!

I saw Zheng Xudong stabbing the tip of the butterfly knife at his left index finger, his current skin strength still has a certain resistance to knife slashes and stabs, so he has to exert some strength to pierce his skin.

After stabbing him, he put away the knife, squeezed his index finger with his right hand, squeezed out a bead of blood, and then gently dripped it on the wound of his left hand under Sergei Mashkov's blank gaze, and saw that the bead of blood quickly spread out and spread evenly all over the wound. Then Zheng Xudong squeezed out a blood bead and gently dripped it on the severed finger that was already a little blackened, only to see that the blood bead seeped into the severed finger at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and then the severed finger quickly recovered its blood color at a very magical speed, as if it had just been shot and dropped on the ground that day.

"Connect your fingers, don't pick them up, that's a joke!"

If Sergei Mashkov was still skeptical of Zheng Xudong's words just now, after seeing with his own eyes that his severed finger had regained his "vitality", he believed in at least eighty percent that he could "succeed in the operation".