Chapter 9 Car Wash

Daisy didn't expect to come across this incident when she was out to hang out. Who rescued this guy after being seriously injured? After thinking about it for a while, I found that there was no such information in my memory.

Before she could figure out the abnormality, Frank's breathing became weaker and weaker, and he sensed his heartbeat. Although he never studied medicine, Daisy knew that his life had entered the countdown.

Looking around, there is no sanctuary to save Frank.

"Isn't it supposed to be me who treated you? It's so weird... well, you're lucky!" She struggled for a while, seeing that Frank was dying, and hurriedly put her hand on his chest and activated her own Vibration ability.

With a very slight force, a trace of energy was input into the heart to help the heart beat again.

"Ah—" Frank sat up suddenly as a conditioned reflex, but his body was too weak, and his range of movements was too large. He sat up forty-five degrees and lay back again.

Blood gushed out like he didn't want money.

Daisy is extremely speechless, this guy's nerve reflexes are too fast, and her treatment method is also overbearing...

Seeing Frank fainted again, she was also blind.

It's obviously not the best way to call the hospital. The person targeting Frank has a lot of background. It's very likely that they won't be rescued by then, and they will put themselves in.

She could only help herself.

The former Pujie writer only had some theoretical knowledge accumulated from reading novels, but the original Daisy fought wits and courage with her white classmates and had basic treatment experience.

The combination of the two sides, theory and practice, perfect!

Glancing at the ground, faint bloodstains stretched from the park to his car, as if afraid that the enemy would not know that the target was on his car.

Daisy quickly drove away from Central Park, turned into a remote alley, and bought some gauze, alcohol, needles and needles on the road. After that, she checked the basic treatment steps with a notebook, and began on-site treatment.

Alcohol sterilization, then rebounding to eject bullets and suture wounds as fast as the most skilled surgeon.

The speed is fast enough, but the craftsmanship is really loose, and finally the gauze wraps Frank like a zongzi.

"Dude, are you feeling better? Is there any place you want to go? I'll take you there." Her way of waking people up was wheezing.

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

He looked at her with dull eyes, and found that he did not know him.

"I was passing by. You seem to be in a bit of trouble. I can't take you home. You will scare my roommate to death... Do you have a place to go? I'll take you there?" Dai Sai pointed to himself.

Frank's eyes were blank and dead, as if he had no attachment to life.

Daisy waited a few seconds and found that he didn't respond to her.

She could only find a private house around that had not lived in for a long time, shook the door lock, supported the future Uncle Pu, and stumbled in.

The furnishings in the house were very old, and she didn't know whether the original owner moved away or died. She put Frank on the bed, and the other party still didn't say a word.

"I don't know each other. It's enough to help you get this far. I'll recuperate later." Daisy opened the door and prepared to leave. She stepped out with her left foot and retracted it.

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

"...I'm not rich either. I'll give you two hundred. Don't think it's too little." Daisy was afraid that this guy would starve herself to death, so she reluctantly took out two hundred from all her savings and stuffed it into his wallet.

A lot of dust has accumulated on the indoor floor desktop, and theoretically the original owner will not appear in a short time.

Ordinary people need to be specially served by people who have a cold and a fever. Frank doesn't need it at all. He can recover by himself by relying on the tough physique he has cultivated on the battlefield. He is a pure king of soldiers, and there is no need for outsiders to worry at all.

Go back to the rental house and turn on the computer to start investigating.

The Internet only recorded a firefight in Central Park, and some corpses were seen. As for who the two sides were and how many were killed and injured, everything is unknown.

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

While pondering how the traveler seniors earned the first pot of gold, I felt like I forgot something, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

......

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

She really can't think of any profitable business. There are some software in her mind that can make money, but they all need costs, at least labor costs. She doesn't want to lock herself in a room and spend half a year typing codes. That shouldn't be her way of life. .

As for the rest, it's totally unclear.

numbers? There is no such thing in Harry Potter, but she feels that even if the original text is copied, it may not be successful, not to mention she can't remember the original text.

Drawing Superman Next Door, Wonder Woman comics? She also has no painting skills.

When she walked out of the room and opened the car door, the smell of blood in the car almost smoked her into a duel.

She forgot last night that she should wash the car, which is a rental car... Now that one night has passed, the smell is not to be mentioned.

The car must be returned, but not in this way.

A car of blood, I asked, how would I explain it.

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

She can't go to serious car washes, she can only go to car washes with gangster backgrounds.

Searching for memory, she drove to a place called Velez Taxi.

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

Daisy covered her face, and the chance of conflict between the two sides was as high as 80%. To be honest, she was not worried, and was a little excited.

But thinking about weapons makes her a little worried. She only has the anti-wolf electric shock device left by her predecessor, so she can't buy a pistol just to wash the car, right? That's too ridiculous...

Deciding to adapt, she drove around Hell's Kitchen and eventually drove into Russian territory.

This is an underground parking lot, because it is daytime, there are not many people.

Two people were talking in the middle of the venue. One of them, Daisy, had also met. It was James Wesley, who represented Kim and came forward to buy the land. This guy was still wearing a neat suit and glasses. The surrounding burly men formed a sharp contrast.

A thin man was standing opposite him. The two were arguing in a low voice. When they heard the sound of the car engine, they turned their heads strangely and looked over.

The emaciated man motioned to his subordinate to look over.

A strong man walked up to the car and asked roughly, "Why?"

Daisy was a little speechless. It was obviously not the right time for her to come. She could only say in a hoarse voice, "Wash the car!"