"What can I say, are you stupid?"

"Uh...... I just don't want you to say that!"

Marseille covered his forehead and let out a groaning sigh.

"I didn't have to show any respect for my life-saver, but I took a lot of effort to get you out of that dangerous situation, if not to thank you, but at least to be respectful. ”

"So you're stupid, under normal circumstances, people would get out of there or call the police, right? How can you bring dangerous people into your own home? Do you think the neighborhood surveillance system and the cameras all over the street are decorations? You want to send your family to a concentration camp?"

The girl was unceremonious.

Although the gunshot wound on her arm was still hot, dizziness, cold, and burning sensations flashed alternately in her head, and if she hadn't been determined enough, she would have immediately fallen into a deep coma now. However, the girl still said in a tough tone that rejected people thousands of miles away:

"For a man who has only met twice to do this, because of compassion, because of a sense of justice? If you were you, would you believe that there are such people in the empire today?"

“......”

Marseille, who was speechless from the point of rebuttal, bit his lower lip tightly and said nothing.

There are only two kinds of people in the empire - managers and tools. With the exception of a very few lucky ones, fourth-class citizens are basically tools—no opinions, no independent thoughts, no way to see, no way to hear, no way to think, no way to do anything other than what is prescribed by the laws of the empire. Harboring and harboring terrorists - this is an extremely serious crime, and those who will commit such a thing are either the terrorists' accomplices or they really have a problem with their brains. Otherwise, there are veteran Imperial agents, who are planning to use their superb acting skills to win trust, waiting for an opportunity to break into the terrorist organization.

Even if Marseille was not one of the above situations, the girl did not intend to give him a good face.

"Even if you put on a face that you want to be treated kindly, not everyone is obligated to put on a kind face towards you. ”

Leaving aside the cold words, the girl withdrew her eyes and looked around.

The house was used as a warehouse for the Maasai family's bakery to store flour, and the bales of flour were stacked almost to the roof, which was really good in terms of sound insulation and concealment. Whether it's hiding someone or doing something, it's a great place.

Nodding to herself, the girl made up her mind and bit her lip.

“...... Take off. ”

"Huh?"

“...... Take it off. ”

"Wait...... Wait a minute, what are you talking about?!"

"Help me take off my coat, I'm going to take care of the wound. ”

Fighting back her shame and irritation, the girl spoke in an unwavering tone, as if it were not a physically healthy adolescent boy in front of her, but a monkey or a machine.

In fact, she is really on the verge of the limit, and she has no time to think about those things between men and women.

It doesn't matter if it's a god, a demon, a man, a beast, or what's next. If she didn't take the bullet out and treat the wound, she wouldn't even have a chance to fire.

The bullet that went into his arm was a standard bullet that flowed from the army, or a lead bullet that was hand-punched in a small workshop. As long as the former is not an empty tip bullet, a fragmentation bullet, or the like, as long as it does not hit the vital point, it can basically always be saved. Because the latter has an unstable quality, it will roll and shatter after entering the human body, and the projectile itself also has a lot of inexplicable impurities attached to it, which can easily cause tetanus if not treated in time. If it is not treated in time, it will either be amputated or killed. From this point of view, these small workshop products are more dangerous than imperial products.

With the current situation, it is impossible to go to the hospital, nor to call the doctor, such an obvious gunshot wound is seen by any doctor, and it will not take ten minutes for the Imperial Social Order Guarantee Bureau to come to the door and arrest someone. Wouldn't it work to let this little bastard who doesn't know the details contact the organization, and let the organization arrange the transfer and the doctor? Not to mention how risky it is or not to say that there is no time to wait, the mere serious violation of organizational discipline is enough to make the girl reject this option.

"Whatever it is...... How could you die in such a place!"

Unbuttoning her inner and outer garments and removing her cap, the girl with white-blond hair and a beautiful face looked at Marseille with cold eyes. Feeling the coldness of the knife against her throat again, Marseille swallowed his saliva and put his hand on the girl's shaking shoulder, looking away.

After a great deal of effort to remove the blood-stained clothing, the girl, who was only bound on her upper body, leaned against the boy's chest after cleaning her wounds with the assistance of Marseille.

"Listen, hold me tight, put my mouth shut, and don't let go until the wound is healed. ”

"What do you want ......?"

Marseille vaguely guessed the girl's intentions, and her body stiffened suddenly.

Even though he had seen corpses and had close contact with death, Marseille still resisted the feeling of "pain" and the act of nearing self-harm.

Watching others self-harm, helping others to self-harm—this kind of thing can make him feel a lot of guilt, and his body is a little disobedient, shaking like a leaf in the cold wind.

The close skin-to-skin contact made the girl immediately feel the physical and psychological changes in Marseille, and she said nothing, explained nothing. Just staring straight at Marseille with eyes that bordered on anger and contempt, bearing the lake-green eyes that silently scolded "Are you a man after all", Marseille clenched his back molars.

“...... I know, I'm not going to ...... Never let go. ”

The boy muttered, his voice trembling but firm. The left arm wrapped around the girl's lower abdomen, and the right hand covered the pale and trembling thin lips.

Everything is ready, the girl takes a deep breath, and the celestial crystal held in the palm of her left hand emits a pale light, and then about 15~20mm above the round hole wound, a complex luminous geometric figure emerges.

Marseille, who had not seen a magician and magic for a long time, was slightly stunned by the strange scene in front of him, since the establishment of the empire, magicians and magic have gradually disappeared from people's vision. The mystical powers that were once held only by nobles and soldiers with special badges seemed to disappear from the land of the empire overnight, replaced by a dazzling array of scientific and technological and industrial civilizations. With the acceleration of the pace of life and the continuous increase of social wealth, people have almost forgotten that there was once a special group of people who "can do things that mortals cannot".

Before Marseille could recover from his nostalgia and emotion, the body in his arms struggled violently, and its strength was so great that it was impossible to imagine the power that burst out from the slender and delicate body that broke when he grasped it. The tightly covered mouth only leaked a few subtle moans at first, but with the fierce movements of the body, dense cold sweat continued to emerge, and the movement became louder and louder. Marseille had to do everything in his power to suppress the girl's struggle, so that the girl did not escape from his arms.

It may sound like a terrible picture, but in the name of the Mother Goddess and the Emperor, from beginning to end, there was not the slightest trace of filthy evil thoughts in Marseille's heart, let alone any beastly thoughts.

All he could do was powerlessness, guilt, and shock.

As a man, he can only watch the girl suffer, but he can't help with the powerlessness and sin, and there is an unprecedented shock - obviously just a girl of the same age, what is it for, what has she experienced, even if she faces death, even if she entrusts her life and reserve to someone who has only met once, even if she bears the severe pain of the idea that adults will come up with the idea that "it's better to die", she still chooses to live without shedding a single tear.

What kind of strength and perseverance is this, and what kind of environment will give birth to this girl who even makes Marseille feel beautiful and dazzling?

With unresolved doubts, Marseille hugged his body tightly in his arms, fearing that as soon as he let go, this dazzling life would disappear like a flash.

The girl opened a directional electromagnetic technique, which uses an electromagnetic field to suck out the warhead embedded in the muscle tissue and possible debris, and then uses electromagnetic heating to disinfect and seal the wound.

This is a common emergency magic treatment on the battlefield today, and countries outside the Empire will use a similar method to remove lead bullets when dealing with ordinary penetrating wounds. However, when encountering the newly developed soft-pointed bullets, air-pointed bullets, and armor-piercing bullets newly developed by the Empire, they basically could only rely on surgery, and in the face of these ghost animal bullets that would roll, shatter, explode, bend, and create a continuous cavity effect after entering the human body, skilled surgeons did not dare to guarantee that the injured patients would leave the operating table alive.

The girl was lucky, the bullet did not shatter or break the bones, and due to the poor quality of the gunpowder provided by the workshop, the muzzle velocity of the warhead was not high. With a caliber of 9mm, the actual lethal effect is not as good as the famous "small smashing cannon (the first self-developed pistol in New China)". The bullet stopped before it hit the bone, and there was nothing strange on the bullet except for the residue of gunpowder. As long as the bullet is removed in time and the wound is disinfected to stop the bleeding, she has a good chance of surviving.

As long as she can survive the pain of surgery without anesthesia, and dizziness, hypothermia, and weakness caused by blood loss, she will continue to do the operation on her own.

- I want to live.

Feeling the sharp pain caused by the bullet moving in her arm little by little, almost crushing her teeth, the girl roared like an oath in her heart.

- No matter what, you have to live, and you can't let those scum get the retribution you deserve, and you must not die!

The bullet flew out, and without bothering to admire the blood-stained projectile, the girl put together what little consciousness she had left to let the electromagnetic technique burn the wound.

The sound of sizzling sounded, the stench of burnt flesh and smoke spread through the air, and the girl's last consciousness pieced together a sentence full of hatred and resentment before she was about to sink into the dark abyss.

- I'm going to ruin the empire.

With the last words of the undead, and the inexplicable reassurance and warmth coming from behind, the girl's consciousness sank into darkness like a kite with a broken string.