"Hey, hello, is this the time for you two to quarrel?" Joy or complaint was not important anymore. The most important thing now was to find a way to change the subject. I held the pistol in my right hand, and the remote control for the bombs in my left hand. I glanced down at my thigh and grinned exaggeratedly, "I'm injured, alright. If I don't go to the hospital, I might die from losing too much blood. . ."
"You are injured?!"
"Where is the wound? !"
Those two women finally reacted and started to panic. But their reaction really made me feel speechless. Although I was wearing a pair of black trousers, it was difficult to see blood, the blood had already flowed to my feet. As I walked out of the warehouse, it had left a visible blood trail on the ground. But they didn't even notice it? ! Or maybe, I was too handsome, they couldn't move their eyes away from my face. . .
"Paramedic, get the paramedic!"