Daisy didn't expect to come out for a stroll and run into this incident. Who treated this guy after he was seriously injured? After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I didn't have this information in my memory.

Before she could figure out the anomaly, Frank's breathing on the side became weaker and weaker, sensing his heartbeat. Although she didn't study medicine, Daisy knew that his life was counting down.

Look east and west, there is no god from heaven to save Frank.

"Shouldn't I have saved you? It's weird...... Well, you're in luck! She struggled for a moment, and seeing that Frank was about to breathe, she hurriedly reached out to his chest and activated her vibration ability.

With a very slight force, a trace of energy is injected into the heart, which helps the heart to beat again.

"Ahh

The blood was bubbling out like no money.

Daisy was unusually speechless, this guy's nerve reflexes were too fast, and her treatment was a little overbearing......

Seeing Frank faint again, she was also blind.

Calling the hospital is obviously not the best policy, and the people who target Frank are very big, and it is very likely that the person will not be able to save him at that time, and he will put himself in it.

She had to do it herself.

The former street writer only has some theoretical knowledge accumulated from reading novels, but the original Daisy and white classmates have wits and courage and basic treatment experience.

The two sides are combined, theory is combined with practice, perfect!

Looking at the ground, a faint blood stain stretched from the park to his car, as if he was afraid that the enemy would not know that the target was in his car.

Daisy drove away from Central Park and into a remote alley, where she bought some gauze and alcohol needles and threads on the way, and then checked the basic treatment steps with a notebook and began to treat them on the spot.

Alcohol sterilizes, then the bullet is ejected from the shock, and the wound is stitched up at a rate that is not inferior to that of the most skilled surgeon.

The speed was fast enough, but the craftsmanship was really loose, and in the end the gauze wrapped Frank like a rice dumpling.

"Dude, are you feeling better? Do you have a place you'd like to go? I'll send you there. "The way she wakes people up is by smoking them with a big mouth.

After five or six pumps, the other party finally woke up.

He looked at her with a glazed gaze and realized that he didn't know her.

"I'm passing through, you seem to be in a bit of trouble, I can't take you home, you look like this will scare my roommate to death...... Do you have a place to go? I'll send you there? Daisy pointed to herself.

Frank's eyes were blank and dead, and he didn't seem to have any attachment to life.

Daisy waited a few seconds before realizing that he hadn't responded to herself.

She could only find a house that had not been inhabited for a long time around, shook the door and locked it, helped the future Uncle Punishment, and stumbled in.

The furnishings in the house were very old, and it was not known whether the original owner had moved away or died, so she put Frank on the bed, and the other party still did not say a word.

"I don't know each other, I can help you get to this point, and then recuperate by yourself." Daisy opened the door as she spoke, stepping out with her left foot and retracting it.

Rummaging through Frank's wallet, this guy may have been a soldier all year round, and he has no concept of money at all, and he doesn't even have a dollar in his bag.

“...... I'm not rich, so I'll share two hundred with you, don't be too little. Daisy, fearing that the fellow would starve herself to death, reluctantly pulled out two hundred of her entire savings and stuffed them into his purse.

There is a lot of dust accumulated on the floor and desktop indoors, and theoretically the original owner will not appear in a short time.

Ordinary people have a cold and fever to be served by someone, but Frank doesn't need it at all, and he can recover by himself by relying on the tough physique honed on the battlefield. He is a pure soldier king, and there is no need for outsiders to worry about it.

Back to the rental house turned on the computer and began to investigate, the Internet only recorded that there was a firefight in the central park, someone saw some corpses, as for who the two sides were, the specific number of casualties, everything is unknown.

Thinking of the tragic fate of the Punisher's family being killed, Daisy sighed, practiced her abilities for a while, and fell asleep in bed. Touching his wallet with only five hundred dollars left, he was so poor that he couldn't sleep.

While pondering how the predecessors of the traverser made the first pot of gold, I felt as if I had forgotten something, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

......

The next day, Daisy simply brushed her teeth, washed her face, ate bread and gestured to the air with a fork.

She really can't think of any money-making business, there is some software in her head that can make money, but it all requires costs, at least labor costs, she doesn't want to lock herself in her room and spend half a year typing code, that shouldn't be her way of life.

As for the rest, it's not at all clear.

Codeword? Harry Potter is not in this world, but she feels that even if the original text is copied, it may not be successful, not to mention that she can't remember the original text.

Draw a comic of Superman next door, Wonder Woman? She also has no drawing skills.

When she walked out of the room and pulled the car door, the smell of blood in the car almost smoked her.

She forgot last night that she should wash the car, which was rented...... Now after a night, the smell is gone.

The car must be returned, but not so.

A cart of blood, asked, how to explain it.

Daisy scratched her head a little, thought about it and decided to go to the car wash.

Serious car washes definitely can't go, she can only go to those car washes with gangster backgrounds.

Searching for her memory, she drives to a place called Veles Taxi.

This is the territory of the Russian gangsters, who are responsible for a series of tasks such as painting, remodeling, and car washing.

Daisy blocked her face, the chance of a conflict between the two sides was as high as eighty percent, to be honest, she was not worried, and was faintly a little excited.

But when she thinks of weapons, she is a little worried, she only has the anti-wolf electric shock device left by her predecessor, and she can't buy a pistol for car washing, right? That's......

Deciding to improvise, she drove around Hell's Kitchen and eventually drove into the territory of the Russians.

It's an underground parking lot, and because it's daytime, there aren't many people.

The two men were talking in the middle of the venue, and one of them, Daisy, had also met James who had come forward to buy the land on behalf of Kim. Wesley, who was still wearing a crisp suit and glasses, looked in stark contrast to the few big men scattered around.

Across from him stood an emaciated man, who was arguing in a low voice, when they heard the sound of a car engine and turned their heads strangely.

The emaciated man motioned to his subordinates to come over and take a look.

A strong man walked up to the car and asked rudely, "What are you doing?" ”

Daisy was a little speechless, she obviously came at an inopportune time, she could only say in a hoarse voice: "Car wash!" ”