A Wild and Hot Cutie

Chapter 116 Where did he touch you 1

Jordan comes in from the outside.

"Young master, I have news..."

"What news?"

"It's like this. On the night of Alisa's disappearance, there was a gunfight, and a ship passed by. If Alisa

didn't die, It's likely to be taken away by the ship. "

There is a fierce spark in Davis's black eyes? What ship is it? "

There is not much hope in Jordan's face.

"The ship is a cruise ship carrying about 20 tourists, but it is reported that there are members of the

underworld on the ship, and the local border police are sent to annihilate it. As a result, the underworld

people took tourists as hostages and escaped from here... "

"Do you know the specific names of the underworld people?"

"It's not clear. It's said that it's a more vicious person. At that time, two people were killed with guns..."

Davis is a little crazy. He knows how inhuman these people are.

If Alisa really falls into their hands, it's more bad than good.

"What are you still doing? Go to prepare the boat and all the bodyguards. Let's go."

Jordan hesitates for a moment. "Do you want to contact the border guards?"

"Fart. It's better not to disturb the officials, so as not to cause trouble again."

The underworld and the local officials are the sworn enemies. They have to work without saying a word

when they meet. In order to ensure that everything is safe, they must go out in person.

Jordan is very fast. Three hours later, he takes a dozen bodyguards aboard and sets out from the

coast.

Alisa knows that she can't fight that man, so she just spares her energy to sleep.

Only when you have a good health can you escape.

Sleeping soundly, suddenly the door is kicked open.

The man stands at the door of the room in a vicious way.

"Come here, change my medicine and inject antibiotics."

It's still a black hole aimed at her. Alisa doesn't dare to act rashly. She walks out of the room wisely and

slowly towards the end of the corridor.

All of a sudden, in a closed room, there is a small child crying.

Alisa suddenly turns around, "There's a children."

The man's stiff muzzle is at her waist. "Mind your own business, or you will be killed." Alisa stops at the

door and refuses to go.

"You dare not kill me. If you kill me, no one will save you."

Alisa stubbornly stops at the door of the crying room.

There is a trace of killing in the man's eyes, "Yes, I don't want to kill you, but I can make your life

worse."

The man's muzzle slides slowly from her waist to the bone of her leg.

"What do you think if I shoot here?"

Alisa is afraid. She knows that this man is not joking.

"Don't get excited. I just want to save the child. Please..."

The man impatiently pulls down the safety bolt and says, "No more bullshit, I can do it."

"OK, OK, I'll give you an injection..."

Alisa takes a look at the room and has to give up first.

He goes into the man's room, rubs his medicine and injects him with antibiotics according to the

morning procedure.

Alisa finds that she is about to become a nurse. During the injection, she is very careful. She feels very

scared when she injects the first time, but not the second time.

After the injection, Alisa sees that his red shirt stuck to his body on his back, which is terrible. He just

asks her to clean the wounds on her arms and shoulders, but her back doesn't move.

"Well, your shirt is covered with blood. If you don't change it, it will be infected. Even I can't help you

then..."

"It's none of your business, get out!" The man sits on the sofa with his eyes closed, his face miserable, NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

and his face pale under his shaggy hair.

Alisa turns out a clean shirt from the room and goes to him stubbornly. "Listen, your life and death are

not my business, but if you die, I can't leave this sea..."

The man opens his eyes, a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at her like a viper.

"Woman, go away!"

Alisa reaches out to remove the buttons of his tattered shirt. The man holds the gun in his right hand,

and his left arm cannot move at all. Although he is angry, he blows his beard and stares, but he doesn't

stop Alisa.

The shirt is glued to his back. It has already been glued to the flesh and blood. Alisa pulls it gently, and

he is convulsed with pain.

"I'm sorry. I'll get the scissors and cut it here. The wound and the clothes are all stuck together."

The man doesn't say a word. Alisa takes the scissors, cuts the clothes and takes them off one by one.

Strong back, like a broken horse's honeycomb, is full of scars, in strips, like the wounds cut by a long

machete. The wounds are not deep, but crisscross and crisscross. The new wounds are tired of the old

ones, ferocious and frightening.

Alisa takes a breath of cool air, and for a moment she is stuck.

"Are you afraid? Woman, have you never seen such a wound? "

"Oh, no..." Alisa smiles, recovers herself, and hurriedly begins to apply medicine to him.

After all, it's a living person. In the process of painting, Alisa's hands are shaking all the time. With such

injuries on her body, how does this man live?

Alisa puts some medicine on the man, puts on his shirt, and she just goes out.