Injured

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Malone pulled the trigger and the submachine gun was pressed against his head. His head was blown apart, red and white splattering the ground. The words he had yet to say disappeared in thick clouds of blood mist, never to be spoken again.

His body fell straight down.

Charlotte was stunned. Why didn't the mute let him speak? Why did he shoot him?

However, there were too many things that shocked her, and her mind was already too busy to turn around. Not only was she being tied up and killed for no reason, but also Malone's non-human strength.

It happened so suddenly that she was caught and saved without any reason.

But, Malone... She looked at Malone with a pale face. Malone's clothes were soaked in blood, and his hands were full of bullet holes, bleeding non-stop. But he was indifferent to it, as if he had no pain. His eyes, which seemed crystal clear, were always calm and indifferent, but now, the calm and indifference in his eyes made him look very cruel, like a bloodthirsty beast enjoying the killing.

Charlotte looked at the mess and blood on the ground, as well as the three people who were dead in a terrible way, and her heart was filled with fear and shock.

Oh my god, what kind of violent murderer is this? What kind of monster is he?

Malone walked towards Charlotte with shocked eyes. She looked into his eyes, which were devoid of emotion, and she almost suspected that the mute was so angry that he would come over and kill her with a knife.

Fortunately, Malone did not really lose his head and went berserk. He came over and removed the cloth from Charlotte's mouth and loosened her bonds.

Charlotte stood up, somewhat timidly.

Although she usually calls Malone a little mute and mentally handicapped, seeing the way he looks now, she can't connect the child who looks like a god of death with the quiet and obedient little mute at home.

She suddenly noticed the wound on the arm of the mute, which was bleeding profusely.

In a hurry, she couldn't care less and wanted to run outside to catch the mute. But his wrists and arms were full of injuries, and she didn't know where to grab him.

Finally, she grabbed the shoulder of the mute and hurriedly led her out.

Halfway there, she remembered something and turned back. She searched through the bloody corpse of her boss, fighting hard to hold back the nausea, and found a set of keys.

She drove away the only car in the garage that wasn't broken, and drove Malone straight to Uncle Sam's clinic.

She looked at Malone sitting in the passenger seat, looking at his arms and legs, but Malone himself was calm and indifferent, as if the bloody wounds were not his own, but someone else's.

"First, stop the bleeding--" Charlotte drove with one hand, took off her thin sweater and only wore a vest, then handed the sweater to Malone: "Hurry up and wrap it tightly, use force, don't be afraid of pain, otherwise it will bleed more."

Malone took the sweater, but didn't make any movement.

Hurry up, you will bleed to death like this!

Malone looked ahead and suddenly spoke up, "Where are we going now?"

"To Uncle Sam's clinic."

Suddenly, Charlotte felt something was wrong. "You--you spoke? You're not mute?"

Malone ignored her and looked at his hand, saying indifferently, "No, go home."

Charlotte was completely shocked and confused. The little mute actually spoke. Had he changed completely today? "But...but wait, you can speak? Why didn't you speak before?"

Malone gave her a brief glance with his pretty eyes, and said coldly, "Don't want to. Go home."

His every word was very concise and brief. Charlotte sorted out her thoughts, and it took her a while to react: "But what about your injuries? We must find a doctor to see! This is not a child's game. Your injuries are very serious!"

"They will heal themselves. Go home. Buy me a pair of tweezers."

Such an unquestionable tone and calm attitude were not like a twelve-year-old child's words.

Charlotte suddenly remembered when she brought the little mute back to Yi Moon for the first time, he had four bullets in his stomach, but he suddenly healed himself inexplicably. Plus her performance in the garage today, the power, speed, and strength displayed were completely beyond human. Maybe she... was not ordinary.

Charlotte had been feeling relieved, thinking about going to the clinic to take a look. But she realized that the little mute's injury was real. If she took him to the clinic, he would be seen by others. Unlike a few days ago, when she took the little mute to the clinic, his stomach injury had already healed by itself without leaving any trace. Others would only suspect that Charlotte herself was hallucinating from stress, and no one would think that the little mute was anything unusual.

But now it was different. The little mute covered in blood and bullets, if he performed a live healing in front of people, he would become a legendary news in Yi Moon City and be at the forefront of the controversy.

Charlotte herself would also be forced to expose herself to the public eye.

She thought for a while and finally took Malone home. Before arriving at home, she bought a pair of tweezers at the general store downstairs.

As soon as they got home, Charlotte couldn't wait to cut off Malone's two sleeves for him. Malone sat down and picked up the tweezers as if nothing happened, nonchalantly picking at the shrapnel and bullets in his arm.

Some shrapnel and bullets were embedded in the flesh and bones of his arm, but Malone didn't seem to take into account the pain of his body. He seemed to be playing with a robot and didn't hesitate to clean his wound vigorously.

Charlotte's skin crawled as she watched Malone's indifferent expression. In fact, Malone looked very cute with his long silver gray hair and handsome but childish face. He should have been a carefree little boy living a happy life under his parents' wings. But the scene in front of her and the pungent blood made Charlotte realize that being injured was probably a daily occurrence for Malone. He was very skilled at this cruel task, which he had probably done often in the past.

She felt a pang in her heart and took the tweezers from Malone's hand. "Let me help you."

Charlotte took the tweezers as gently as possible and carefully searched for the bullet fragments in his wounds. She tried to avoid causing him pain or discomfort as much as possible. Although her forehead was covered in sweat, she glanced at Malone's face and saw no expression on it as if none of this was related to her.

Charlotte found that Malone's wounds were indeed healing. The wounds were healing at a visible speed in front of her eyes, and some bullet fragments were corroded and disappeared by some unknown substances, but the process of disappearance was much slower than the healing of the wounds. There were too many bullet fragments in his arms that needed to be removed one by one. She carefully used tweezers to remove them one by one from his arm. She also checked his legs, back, stomach, and even his chest if it weren't for Malone's strong resistance.

Time passed quietly, Charlotte frowned and carefully removed the shrapnel from the mute's body. After a while, Charlotte's back was covered with cold sweat. She checked and rechecked, turning the mute's arm over and over, and also examined his legs, back, and stomach. She wanted to check his chest, too, but the mute resisted strongly.

When all the shrapnel was removed, his wounds were almost completely healed. The new skin was smooth and delicate, as tender and comfortable as a peeled egg. Charlotte was surprised to run her fingertips across his arm and marveled at what a wonderful power it was.

It was truly amazing.