Not to mention Erica, who is just 18 years old, even Ambassador Narchis has no better idea. As a former member of the underworld, no one knows the horrors of this organization better than himself.

The ambassador sighed and said in his heart: Perhaps only this kind of more powerful consortium can protect our father and daughter.

Despite his injuries, the ambassador knelt deeply.

"Father!" Erica exclaimed, holding her father up.

"Then it's all up to Mr. Strange. As long as Erica doesn't get hurt, I can do anything. ”

Mei Jiecao glanced at the ambassador. Seriously, he doesn't have any disdain for this bad old man. The person he really has his eye on is Erica.

Only Erica has the potential to step into the realm of heroes.

Of course, he doesn't need to say this kind of explicit words, from the original history, Erica became sad, heartbroken and desperate after losing her father, and even eventually became the carrier of [Black Sky]. Mei Jiecao knew very well that as long as she took Ambassador Nachis, Erica would not be able to escape.

"Come with me!"

Originally, Erica had no problem, but she saw that Mei Mumu actually brought the half-dead guy Bullseye, which was a bit bad.

"Why...... You want to take him?" Erica asked weakly after taking a few breaths of fresh air.

"Oh, nothing else. I don't have the habit of doing nothing after being slapped in the face. That guy I'm useful to keep. Mei Jiecao sent the driver he hired temporarily, and casually drove a car that originally belonged to a bodyguard, carrying a bull's-eye.

Before driving, Mei Jiecao took out a dog collar-like thing out of nowhere, put it on the neck of a bullseye with more air and less air, and no longer had any strength, and smiled: "Guess what this is?"

Looking at the collar with flashing electronic flashing lights, there was a deeper fear in the bullseye's eye.

"Click!", and the bullseye was tethered like a dog.

"Sir, will he ......" The driver of Mei Jiecao was frightened.

"Oh, Donnie, it's okay. That guy is nothing more than a killer who can't resist. He knew very well that if he did something, he would not be able to die. Here is 10,000 US dollars, as long as you carry him and follow my car to the destination, this is yours, and I will give you another 90,000 afterwards. ”

This is arranged, and Erica's voice comes from behind Mei Mumu.

"Sir, my father needs treatment ......" Erica looked nervously at her father, who was still bleeding.

"Well, it does need treatment. ”

Nakis is not bad, but a large man has been injured by punctures in four places, which is indeed painful, and it is a trouble to keep bleeding.

A magical scene reappeared.

No one could see where Mei Jiecao took out a simple medical kit. It had everything in it, unopened gauze, stitches, and even a dedicated hemostat.

Several people watched in amazement as Mei Mumu first gave Nachis's blood, and then sewed the wound together like embroidery perfectly.

"Okay, just go back and take some anti-inflammatory drugs to make sure that the wound is not inflamed and suppurated. Mei Mumu maintained an extremely confident smile from beginning to end: "What's the matter?

Uh, you're still a surgeon yourself?

I'm afraid it's not a murderer, right?

The awe of the people present couldn't help but increase a little more.

In this way, May drove her Lincoln and carried the Natis father and daughter away, followed by his driver.

As for how to deal with the aftermath, that's Mayor Phillips Jr.'s business.

The United States is a strange place, and the protection of personal privacy has reached an almost pathological level. If in the Celestial Empire, the cameras on the main streets are enough for anyone to hide from on the main streets. But on Lao Mei's side, the number of cameras is really not much, as long as you drive inland, you can quickly get rid of all surveillance.

As a time-traveler who concentrates on making trouble, Mei has long remembered the surveillance in New York. In addition, it is produced by a certain Tianchao, and there are voice navigation prompts from cameras around the world. Mei took the driver to a small garage in the suburbs, and then made arrangements.

Seeing that Mei had been prepared, and it was a counter-reconnaissance trick, Erica almost doubted that she and her father had entered the wolf's den first and jumped into the fire pit.

However, there were no surprises, and they had no choice.

Arrived at a place where the outside was a private clubhouse and the inside was a secret base. Mei Mumu first placed the father and daughter in a small villa in the back garden, examined Mr. Ambassador's wounds, and asked the servants to provide them with a change of clothes, and then he went to talk to Bullseye.

I have to say that the guy who can be famous in the Marvel world has a bunker in terms of physical fitness.

Before dragging the bullseye back, Mei Mumu casually stuffed the intestines of the cargo into his stomach. Unexpectedly, after an hour, he was stunned and not dead.

"Ah, don't worry, I'll operate on you. Well, I'm not a gastroenterologist, hepatobiliary and pancreatic specialist, but believe me, the so-called general practitioners in the black market don't have as good a skill as me. ”

This is not a plum festival to boast about.

The original owner of his body was a top-notch surgeon. Even if he crosses over, the memory is still there. In the boring days when he wore it back to the 40s of the last century, he picked up this craft in his own spiritual sea.

Now he doesn't dare to say that he is already that super-first-class neurosurgeon. Being a good surgeon is problematic.

It's just that Bullseye feels like he's living in hell.

His hands, feet, and neck were all hand-cuffed to a special operating table, and then Mei Jie this guy, and actually operated on him without giving him anesthesia.

There were a few times when he wanted to struggle and let himself bleed to death.

No matter how the bullseye struggled, Mei Mumu insisted on matching the amplitude of his movements and continued to do the operation.

Bullseye cried, "Kill me! Kill me!

"Yo!" Mei Mumu smiled secretly, and his voice suddenly became old: "The old man is not a demon!"

Hey, hey, say it! Finally say this golden sentence.

Mei Jiecao continued, "If I were to torture you, I would heal you first, and then cut off the forked part of your thigh. Then you will be sent to Thailand for a complete set of surgeries. When you're the perfect woman, finally beckon all the New York gangsters to patronize your business. Don't worry, I'll let you wear your ridiculous bullseye hood. ”

"You still say you're not a demon!?" Bullseye fell into the deepest part of the endless, icy hell at that time.

He has done countless cruel things for money.

Before killing the target, abuse the opponent, how cruel it is.

He just didn't expect that one day, this kind of retribution would fall on his head.

What little arrogance he had left, along with the sword light that slashed above his little brother, intentionally or unintentionally, disappeared without a trace.