Marvel's princess becomes king

Bella avoided the crowds and police cars, carried large and small bags, and walked around to the other side of the parking lot to pick up the car.

Her pickup truck looks extremely domineering. As an inland city, Phoenix has a lot of idle people in society. There are many black homeless people walking around the city, looking at other people's cars, and scratching their heads twice.

Ordinary cars will be scratched if they are scratched, but the ghost pickup truck is different. The pickup truck lady can pull those bad guys in and kill them!

In order to prevent such incidents from happening, Bella usually parked the car in the corner, and also told the pickup truck lady to turn on the ghost invisible mode. Except for the kind of people who are about to die, most normal people will definitely not be able to see the corner. There was a car parked inside.

This trick works every time, why would a dying person just run into the parking lot? When the normal person comes, he can't see the ghost pickup without Bella's consent.

However, something unexpected happened today.

The blood stains were very faint, and it was really difficult to spot them without a certain level of vision and sense of smell.

Bella looked around and sighed.

Whatever happened, he must have been affected by Natasha's evil physique!

She opened the door and found a pickup truck girl sitting in the passenger seat wearing a white dress, and a man covered in blood lying on the back seat.

This man was the middle-aged cashier who was shot three times in a convenience store because he was clever and hid behind her.

This guy is about to die, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to see the ghost pickup truck in its invisible state.

"What's going on? Is this?" Bella asked the female ghost.

Since the pickup truck girl swallowed the ghost of the ghost truck, her spirit body has become much more stable than before, and her previous memory and way of thinking have also recovered by % or %. Occasionally, she will show anger, frustration, confusion and other emotions. come out.

"send me home."

Bella carefully felt the emotions perceived in her psychic energy: "You mean this guy is your friend? Do you know him?"

This time, Miss Pika seemed to think about it and said, "Send me home."

"Oh! So I don't know you! That'll be easy."

There was definitely a big problem with the middle-aged man's identity. Bella didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but she was a little curious.

She looked through the middle-aged man's wallet and found a few messy notes in it, but there were also four or five documents mixed in with them.

The driver's license is in English, and the name is Christopher da Silva. This name looks like a pseudonym. The letters on the other documents are not in English, and one of them looks like Russian.

The middle-aged man was unconscious. He had been shot in the shoulder, chest and lower abdomen. Now he was covered in blood and he was about to die.

Bella patted the other man's shoulder lightly.

"Comrade, vodka?"

The other party didn't respond.

"Comrade, Bobosha?"

Still no response.

"Ula!"

After Bella shouted aloud, she stopped chanting the curse at all. She and Natasha had recently learned three Russian sentences, and she wouldn't be able to do more after that.

"Comrade, I'm sorry. It's my fault for involving you, but unfortunately, I don't have the ability to treat you! It's definitely too late to do research now. This is fate... If you can't be cured, just wait to die. Farewell!"

Bella grabbed the middle-aged man by his collar, pulled him out of the back seat of her car, and threw him to the ground.

When she turned to leave, the middle-aged man grabbed her ankles.

"Save me...save me! I am an agent of MI6, codename...006...I know important information...I have been rescued... .the value of being rescued…has value…”

The man had a strong desire to survive and repeatedly called for help in English.

Bella opened the other party's fingers. The other party was not as strong as her in normal state, let alone now that he was seriously injured. It was just that the middle-aged man was very persistent and unwilling to let go of any life-saving straw around him. Grab it, break it open, grab it again.

After three consecutive attempts, his physical strength was completely exhausted, and his bloody right hand clawed at the air, trying to grasp the last illusory hope.

The middle-aged man's strong will to survive really shocked Bella. She felt that if she walked to the other man's position, she would accept her fate at this moment.

"It's useless if you catch me. How should I treat a gunshot wound? I don't know how!" She scratched her head and developed a temporary healing spell? Sorry, she doesn't have the ability yet.

"Send me home." The erratic Pika girl pointed at the middle-aged man and said.

Bella frowned: "You mean...you know battlefield first aid?"

"send me home."

"...This is what you said, okay, I'll make another trip to find some first aid medicine."

In an emergency, it was difficult to find many medicines. Bella thought of Dr. Brandon who was on the jury before. The doctor's clinic was not far from the parking lot and the effect of the previous obsession was still there. She ran over and gave the doctor's first aid kit in a few words. Got it back.

The ghost pickup truck will not leave stains, and the blood flowing out will be automatically sucked away by the vehicle body. Bella laid Comrade 006 flat on the back seat, and then gave him first aid under the guidance of the pickup truck lady.

"send me home."

"OK, OK." Bella sprinkled alcohol on Comrade 006's wound, then disinfected the scalpel, dug open the wound, and removed the warhead. But she stared and dug for a long time, but saw nothing.

"send me home."

"...What? The bullet didn't stay in the body, but it passed through at that time? Then you didn't tell me earlier! It made me dig here for a long time..."

"send me home."

"...You think my stitches don't look good? Come on! I'm a high school student who is doing first aid here with blood on my hands. It's already amazing! You can't stand and talk without pain in your back. Let's ask the person involved, hey! Do you think my sewing looks good? Look, he didn’t say a word, which means he thinks my sewing is pretty good!”

Several injections that Bella couldn't name were injected into Comrade 006's body one after another to maintain body functions, followed by debridement, sutures, and blood transfusions.

The whole process took less than half an hour, and the actions were a bit rough, but on the surface, the person was saved.

However, if you receive treatment in a ghost pickup truck, there will definitely be sequelae. The negative energy in this car is extremely large, and normal people will be fine. Comrade 006, who is about to die, will probably have some minor problems due to the accumulation of negative energy. .

Bella and Miss Pika pondered for a long time together. They believed that Comrade 006 would have a small number of symptoms such as epilepsy, dizziness, and insufficient blood supply to the brain in the future, or simply awaken the ability of Yin and Yang eyes. These These are all normal phenomena. If you have any problems again, go to the hospital!

Comrade 006 lost too much blood and fainted a long time ago. Bella couldn't leave him in the parking lot to die and send him to the West. At least he should let this dear friend have a relatively warm place to rest.

"send me home."

"OK, OK! Go home, go home first!" Bella threw Comrade 006 into the back seat and drove the pickup truck out of the parking lot.