Vladimir staggered back onto the road, his "nine puffs of smoke" untouched where he had left, impartially in the middle of the road. This place is really remote enough, not a single car has passed through here for such a long time, as long as any car passes, his "nine puffs of smoke" will not be able to continue like that, standing proudly in the middle of the road, this road is too narrow after all.

Frankie Mill stared meaningfully in the direction he came, and he wanted to turn back to the Triangle Cliff grocery store, and wanted to ask Leo the Short in person, what was going on, and why did he do this to himself?

The sharp pain in his abdomen instantly stopped his reckless plan without consideration. The massive blood loss from the wound made Frank Miir feel heavier and heavier, and his brain was groggy. He felt dizzy and his heart racing, and he was extremely uneasy, knowing that he would not be able to hold on for long.

He hadn't lost his mind, and he knew very well that going to Leo now would be tantamount to throwing himself into a trap. Even if there are some rabbles there, if they rush up, in his current state, he can only be caught with his hands tied.

For now, we can only find a place to treat the wound first. He thought of going to the hospital for a bandage, and the thought came to his mind less than three seconds before it was completely rejected by Franky Mir. If he goes to the hospital, the comrades in the hospital will definitely pursue the cause of his injury. They are all professionals, and they can tell that this is a knife wound, not an ordinary fall or burn. If he had told the truth to the doctor, the hospital would have contacted the police. He didn't want to involve the dwarf Leo without knowing the situation at all, and it was not possible to rule out the possibility that he didn't know anything, and no one knew if it was true or false at this moment.

If he told his comrades at the hospital that he and his wife were arguing at home and were accidentally injured by her, then the hospital would still contact the police, and they would inevitably prosecute his wife, and the case is not controlled by personal will.

Franky Mill thought about it, and in order to be as peaceful as possible, he could only decide to go home and deal with it himself, but fortunately there was an emergency medical kit from the KGB at home, but it was really not possible to have his wife, a professional doctor. He really didn't want his wife to see him dripping with blood, he didn't want his wife to be careful for himself, now he had no choice, he couldn't go to the hospital at the moment, if he didn't go home, he could only wait for the blood to run out, and then die here for no apparent reason.

Larissa is an innocent and kind woman, she is gentle and beautiful, very good at taking care of people, and very considerate of people. In front of Larissa, Franky Mire always felt ashamed, and even felt unable to face her, she loved him so much, but he had another woman.

At night, Frankimir raced against time to get home. Coming to the remote road near his home, Franky Mire deliberately slowed down the speed of the car to reduce the mechanical roar of the "nine puffs of smoke" as much as possible.

It was late at night, and he guessed that his wife had already fallen asleep. He didn't want to wake his wife, so he planned to return home silently, quietly take care of the wound, and then sleep well. That way, tomorrow morning he can pretend that nothing happened, and Larissa won't know about his injury.

Frankie Mill crept into the house, and the fish oil lamp was lit in the living room. He thought it must have been LaLisa's lamp for him, and he remembered telling Larissa to take a vacation today. Under the dim light, the room looked a little cluttered, which made Frankimir feel a little puzzled, Larissa is a tidy person, she always cleans the room on weekdays, why didn't she clean up the house today, which made Frankimir a little curious......

He didn't have time to think about these inconsequential issues right now, his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he had to treat his wounds as soon as possible. Franky Mill is worthy of being a person with the potential to be a super agent, if he were replaced by other ordinary people, and it dragged on for such a long time, ten lives would not be enough for him to die.

Frank Mill went to the bathroom and carefully rummaged through the emergency medical kit, not wanting to make any noise to wake Larisa from her sleep. In the medicine box, the alcohol bottle was empty, so he had to bring the highest alcohol vodka he could find from the pantry in the living room.

He untied the tattered cloth that had been torn from the killer's body and used to bandage and stop the bleeding. Unscrew the cap of the vodka bottle, take a big sip, and pour a whole bottle of vodka over the wound in your abdomen.

The heart-rending pain made his face distort and deform, his breathing became rapid and rough, blue and purple veins emerged from his scalp, and tears and snot poured out irrepressibly. His lips were trembling, his two rows of teeth chattering, and the crisp clatter of his teeth could be heard very clearly in the silence of the night.

Frankie Mill reluctantly put down the bottle and wiped the vodka from the wound with a cotton cloth. He took out a piece of brown paper wrapped in kraft paper from the emergency medicine box, and when he opened the kraft paper, inside was an aluminum lunch box, which was filled with black paste-like objects.

This is a herbal gold sore medicine made by the Tatars, which has a strong wound healing effect, and has been used by the nomads of the vast steppes for thousands of years. Nowadays, biomedical engineering can be described as highly developed, but there is still no drug that can surpass the healing effect of Tatar gold sore medicine.

Frankimir took out some black paste, placed it on kraft paper, and took out a lighter, and heated the black paste through the kraft paper. It didn't take long for the black, paste-like object, which quickly turned into a paste. He applied the black gold sore medicine evenly to the wound. He then put on a bandage and an elastic belt, both to better protect the wound and to prevent Larissa from discovering that he was injured.

Frankimir tidied up his wounds, cleaned up the blood stains, and gave himself a tranquilizer. This doesn't relieve much of the severe pain, just to make it easier for yourself to fall asleep. The pain of the wound can make it difficult for him to sleep, and it is safer than anesthetics, it is a medicine that minimizes side effects, and is used to relieve pain and sleep. He put away the emergency medical kit and put it back in its original place, and then cleaned the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

As he walked out of the bathroom, the tranquilizer began to work. He came to the bedroom on the second floor in a daze, and before he could enter the bedroom, a strong smell of blood came to his face, drilling into his nostrils. He looked into the bedroom in amazement, and what appeared in front of him was a blood-stained bed, and a woman was naked and lying in a pool of blood, and the scene in the bedroom was terrible.