I looked at him and he didn't speak, and D didn't continue. Actually, I should continue to ask, because I also want to confirm one thing, that is, who the guy we have been hunting down is, whether it is the person who plotted against Kudrya, whether it is the guy who is codenamed Chameleon. Don't look at the life and death we're fighting with that guy here, but we still don't know anything about that guy so far, not even what his name is, even if it's just a pseudonym.

But it's not about these times at this moment, it's not that I'm afraid that other people around me will hear it. I believe that no one else in this ambulance can understand Chinese except D. It's just that I have to think about it, figure out what I really want, and what this guy wants from me.

About ten minutes later, the ambulance took us to a nearby hospital. There were already people waiting for the newly arrived wounded, while there were also a number of police officers maintaining order and asking about the situation.

I was sent to an infirmary, and my condition had already been recorded, so when I got there and someone asked me any questions again, the doctor checked the records and told me to lie down, lift my clothes and start treating the wound.

This time it was much more painful than before, because the wound that had been stuck together was re-opened and cleaned before stitches. This feeling is really the same as the feeling of being punished in film and television dramas.,That guy... Those who can bear it are really heroes, real heroes, anyway, in the most painful time, I really feel that I have to rebel if I am tortured.

Instead, D watched with a distrauded face, and although he was later kicked out of the infirmary, he still stuck his head out and watched, as if I had something interesting here. There is also the doctor who stitches, his expression is a state of not treating the patient as a human being at all, his expression is focused, he doesn't care about your life or death, of course, he can't die. Anyway, it's done as quickly as possible, and as for whether you hurt or not, whether you have reached the limit of tolerance is not considered at all.

After a long, and not long, period of inhumane treatment, the German-speaking doctor was finally finished. After comforting me a few words, he turned around and pulled down his mask and came to the door to let D help me out, because there were other people in the back who were going to use this room for treatment.

I limped and couldn't even straighten my waist, and after D helped me to sit down in the aisle, he handed me a glass of water and said, "How do you feel?" Isn't it refreshing? After saying that, he handed over a board of pills with only two pills.

I poured saliva violently, and after relieving myself a little, I looked at D and said, "This foreign devil's broken place, is there no anesthetic for stitches like this?" Just do it? After saying that, I looked at the pill, "What is this?" Antibiotics? Just two? Is there a shortage of medical care in this country? ”

"Antibiotics? This is Europe, where antibiotics are not given. That's against the law. D said and pointed to my wound, "Painkillers." The doctor said that if the pain is very bad, eat it again. Remember when it's very, very powerful. ”

I looked at the painkiller again, "Shouldn't I have taken the anesthetic before?" Doesn't that feel a lot better? ”

"Uh... This one.. I told them before that you were allergic to anesthetics... D looked at me apologetically, but before I could open his mouth to curse, he immediately said again: "I hope you are awake at the moment, because I still have questions for you." You know a lot of people really get sick because of anesthetics. ”

"But I'm not fucking allergic." Annoyed, I threw the pill out, "I should have let you lie there and be beaten a few times like the old lady was being struck by the doctor." ”

D wasn't angry, he slowly picked up the pills I threw out and sat down next to me and said, "Okay." Nothing to be angry about. It's actually a very lucky thing that you can shout here. After saying that, he looked at the people around him: "That Heinkx, don't you want to talk to him?" ”

"What are you talking about?" When I heard him talk about this, I immediately became vigilant, reached out and took the medicine and didn't say anything more.

"Huh." D seemed to be quite proud, "As far as I know, you don't even know that old man exists, let alone know who he is." ”

I glanced at him and said, "What are you so proud of?" Does this still use it as far as you know? Can you say something useful? ”

"Good. Then say something useful. D nodded and continued: "Do you know who Kerzhakov is?" I mean his identity. ”

"Yes." I nodded, "Dune." It sounds mysterious. I sneered, "Hmph, Dune." I'm still in the Gobi. Malegobi. ”

"No swearing." D immediately understood the meaning of my words, "Although I am not often in your hometown, I can still hear this sentence and know the meaning clearly." After speaking, he frowned and said, "I didn't expect these Krzhakov to tell you too." I'll just say that these idiots will only force him to defect if they attack Krzhakov. ”

"Do I know who you mean by these idiots?" I looked at D and asked.

"Of course." D nodded and said happily, "It's Heinkx." As he spoke, he slowly approached me and whispered, "I'll tell you, in fact, Heinkx is also from the dunes. ”

"Huh?" This was a bit of a surprise to me, but when you think about it, it doesn't have much value to me, so what does it have to do with me? Perhaps Krzhakov was the one who was very angry, but he was dead. So I immediately said, "I'm not interested." But I'd love to know what the hell does sand dunes mean? What is it for? How can your own people still deal with your own people? ”

"Dune?" Hearing me ask about this, D sat up straight again, became serious all of a sudden, and after thinking about it, said, "You should have some imagination. You've never been to the desert, so you've seen or heard about it on TV, right? ”

"I've seen and heard of anything. You either just say it or you don't say it. I'm not in the mood to listen to your imagination. "I didn't have the heart to say it.

"Everywhere." "The dunes are made up of countless grains of sand, and they are pervasive, and before you know it, they sneak into your home, get into your clothes, shoes, nostrils and ears, fascinate your eyes, and even bury you, even if you remove them, they will soon come back before you know it." And you never know what's buried under him, what secrets are hidden. This is where the name of the dunes comes from. ”

"Hehe" I smiled and said, "Listening to what you say makes me feel so good, it's like a narrator in a movie, but it's actually just an underground organization." ”

"Huh. Yes, but it's an underground organization. D also smiled, "But it can do a lot of things that above-ground organizations can't." ”

Ask for fat. Cut all of you's fat quickly... It's hot and hurry up to lose weight, and immediately wear less clothes, and it's easy to show your stuffing if you don't have a good figure.

(End of chapter)