In the dimly lit hallway, Don Guy grabbed Monica's shoulders and limped along.

Coming out of the creative director's office to the door of the president's office, Monica helped Don Guy and tried to open the door with her other hand, but was stopped by Don Guy, who still asked to go through the window.

At this time, Tang Ji can notice the worry on Monica's face, maybe this is a worry for his friend, but Tang Ji now wants to know Monica's thoughts very much, Monica has become his dependence, if Monica chooses to leave him now, then it will be difficult for him to survive here alone.

However, it is difficult for Monica to peek into her heart from her appearance, but fortunately now, Monica did not directly leave Don Ji as a burden, which shows that in her heart, Tang Ji still has a certain status, Monica is a killer, and in this capacity, it is reasonable for her to do anything cruel and cold-blooded.

She hasn't done it yet.

With Monica's help, Don Guy struggled through the window, while enduring great pain, his injured leg was shaking unnaturally, the blood had penetrated his entire pants, and it was not too long to walk out of the creative director's office to the window of the president's office diagonally opposite, and the ground was covered with Don Quixy's blood.

It's getting dark, and if someone comes, it's easy to find out where Don Qu and Monica are hiding through the bloodstains.

After entering the president's office, both of them were very careful, Monica helped him along the road he had walked when he came out and walked back, until he entered the bedroom and closed the door, the hearts of the two relaxed slightly, and Tang Ji collapsed directly on the bed, his forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

"You go out and wipe the blood off the hallway, and try not to see that we're coming in through the window." Tang Ji's voice was a little weak, he was not just shot, but he had been shot for a while, in order to deceive the two people, so he didn't dare to move, and even the huge pain he endured all the time, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll never come back?" Monica said in a cold voice, but the movements on her body did not stop, first helping Tang Ji tear open his trouser leg to completely expose the wound, and then leaned under the bed and pulled out the travel bag and threw it on the bed.

"Would you do that?" Don Ji laughed miserably, and pulled the pillow over his waist.

"Why wouldn't I do that? You're a liability right now. Monica replied emotionlessly, and said it very bluntly, leaving Don Guy speechless, Don Guy wouldn't say "You're still a person, you won't do this", because he knew that this kind of self-deception was useless to Monica, and Don Guy couldn't spy on her thoughts, what would happen, he didn't know.

Although Monica had just said that, the movement of her hands still did not stop, she took the lamp again, put it on the side of the bed and opened it to shine it on the wound, and then opened the travel bag, and poured out all the contents at once.

In the quiet bedroom, there was a loud noise, which was particularly clear.

Monica had been hanging her head and was busy working, and only now did she have time to look up at Don Quixy, her eyes gave people an indescribable feeling, and now Monica's mind was very active, and she was hesitating.

Just now, when Don Guy said "Would you do this", I don't know if it was a delusion or something, Monica actually heard a trace of self-deprecation in this sentence, which touched her heart a little.

Don Guy gives Monica a very special feeling, he has a mind that ordinary people don't have, a calmness that ordinary people don't have, and he definitely can't use the word "ordinary person" to describe him, but now, Monica finds that he is just a "mortal".

Everyone here thinks that if they are careful, they can survive to the end, and so is Don Guy, not long ago, Albert fell into Don Guy's "trap" and injured both feet and legs, so he became desperate and cried out that God had been unfair to him, and now, this scene seems to be repeating itself in Don Guy.

Life is always so full of drama.

Tang Ji is undoubtedly a person with a strong heart, so he will not yell and question God loudly, but in his heart, there is inevitably a sense of sadness, in some cases, compared to the crisis brought by zombies, the crisis brought by humans to mankind is more terrifying.

If there were no other humans in this building, and there were zombies with a comparable number, or a doubling, tripling, or even ten times more zombies, Tang Ji would not think that he would die even if he was seriously injured, because zombies had no brains.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in the real world, there are not only other people here, but these people also eat people.

Zombies eat people, people eat people, who is the real devil?

Monica finally helped Don Guy with everything in the early stage, and when she was sure that she couldn't help any more, she left the bedroom.

"Wait, give me that grenade." Don Ji stopped Monica, his lips trembling and he raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice.

"I have the ability to take it." Monica laughed, it seemed to be mockery, and I don't know if it was because of Don Quey's distrust that he was laughing, or because Tang Ji was obviously injured and asked so much, in short, it could be felt that Monica was a little unhappy, never looked at Don Ji again, and quickly left the room.

In the small bedroom with plenty of light by the window, Tang Ji was the only one left.

Tang Ji has to complete the operation alone, which is not a difficult thing for him, and this is not what he was worried about before, the problem of recuperation is the key, the wound may be infected, and he cannot move quickly because of his leg injury, which is also a big problem.

Without anesthetic, Tang Ji directly stabbed on his body, although the bullet pierced his thigh, but the bullet was still inside, almost completely penetrated, Tang Ji now took out the bullet, and then directly began to stitch up the wound.

Without the necessary disinfection measures, it was too late to meticulously disinfect, and he needed to suture the torn blood vessels first, so as to avoid the risk of dying from excessive blood loss.

In the quiet bedroom, there was only the heavy wheezing of the man, he bit a folded belt in his mouth, his chest rose and fell violently, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, he felt his hands shaking, and there was always a blurred feeling in front of him, which made him have to reach out and rub his eyes from time to time.

Time passed little by little, the operation continued, this time the wound was much more serious than the last time Manila's wound, last time Manila was hit by a pistol bullet, but Tang Ji was hit by a rifle bullet, it can be said that this operation is much more complicated than the last time, and it is Tang Ji himself who is injured.

The only consolation is that Tang Ji's leg bone is not broken, fortunately, the man's thigh is of course very thick, and the chance of being pierced by a bullet to hit a bone is of course much smaller than the chance of a bullet hitting a woman's arm and breaking a bone.

"Damn it!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Tang Ji suddenly screamed with some anger, the belt in his mouth fell, he beat the bed with his hands very irrationally, and then rummaged through the pile of things poured out of his backpack beside him as if he had gone crazy, and soon, he picked up a hunting knife.

Holding a hunting knife in your left hand, the tip of the knife is pressed against the back of your right hand, and you slowly swipe it......

Tang Ji was self-harming, and several bloody wounds were quickly cut on the back of his hand, but these wounds cleverly bypassed the protruding blood vessels on the back of his hand.

The pain in his hand began to irritate Don Quixy's nerves, and he could feel the presence of his palm more clearly, and this pain allowed him to fully focus on his hand, so that he could better control it, so that it ...... His hands would not tremble.

Ten minutes later, when Tang Ji was two-thirds of the way through his operation, he suddenly stopped, couldn't help but look up at the door, and quickly lowered his head and continued his operation.

It's been ten minutes, and Monica, who went outside to remove the bloodstains, hasn't come back yet.

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Starting tomorrow, two hundred and three river tickets will add one more chapter, and there will be two more chapters today, in the Internet café silently.