"Don’t worry, Hank, I know," Goofy said with a smile.
Hank nodded and then his eyes stayed on Goofy’s second-hand Chevrolet.
Obviously, half of the front of this car has been smashed, and the front looks like a bitter, haha, collapsed nose bulldog. The windshield and body are scarred by assault rifles, and the side door of the driver’s seat is seriously deformed.
"It’s a pity that your old buddy seems to have died heroically …" Hank said sympathetically.
Goofy is unawares stand stand hand way "the so-called anyway, this car was frank"
"Frank?" Hank suddenly realized that "he got the money to buy it."
"It’s true," Goofy nodded with a smile. "He blackmailed the car money from a Chinese organization in Brooklyn."
"This old guy …" Hank shook his head in distress situation. Frank is a famous operator in Brooklyn. Over the years, he has always been on the verge of breaking the law, but he always walks away.
Talking about this, there was a siren outside the tunnel.
Hank and Goofy smiled at each other, and the SWAT team finally arrived.
Hank glanced at his watch and pie mouth said, "Thirty-four minutes and three seconds is really a’ time’ for the swat team to come."
Goofy understands them deeply. "After all, this is Hank, new york. The traffic conditions are so bad that I believe they have done their best."
Chapter 79 Handling wounds
Handing over the scene to Hank, Goofy evacuated his waist first, and the wound that came out by the mercenary army last night was just fiercely chased, which made the wound faintly tear.
This wound does not threaten Gao Fei’s life in a far superior physique, which is why this wound has become a complete burden-it will bring pain and discomfort, but it will kill Gao Fei’s life. What else is left?
Goofy is not addicted to self-abuse, of course, he doesn’t want to be harassed by this wound, and because of his special physique, the only way to go to a general hospital is to go to the little nurse Christine.
According to Christine’s address, Gao Fei took the subway to the other end of Brooklyn. Christine lived in a decaying old apartment, and the corridor walls were covered with foul language representing street culture.
There was no response in the room when I knocked on the door, but Goofy heard a lazy roll with enhanced hearing-it was a unique sound produced by the skin rubbing against the silk bed, which was mixed with a slight moan of dissatisfaction from the dreamer.
Goofy knew at once that it was daytime and night shift nurse Christine was sleeping, of course.
So goofy was very sorry and then knocked harder.
You have to do something to wake a sleepy person.
Bang bang bang!
Christine’s tumbling in the room was even more intense, and she flew vaguely and heard a word "shi" …
But the knocking at the door really worked. Christine, the little nurse, rolled up and walked all the way to the door in a pajamas and slippers.
"Who’s outside?"
Christine’s impatience revealed that she was grumpy. The girl got up a little.
"It’s me flying high." Flying high across the doorway.
Christine got up and her breath disappeared immediately, and her mouth couldn’t help lifting.
"Wait a minute. It’s not convenient for me now …"
Christine said hurriedly, then turned and rushed towards the health.
Goofy clearly recognized her every move-washing her face, gargling, combing her hair, putting on foundation (goofy is not sure about this, but it should be makeup), spraying perfume, and running to the bedroom to change into another pajamas …
After thirty minutes, Christine walked back to the door again.
Knocking on the door inside is already an elegant woman with charming beauty, exquisite makeup, fragrant smell and wearing a black sexy pajamas.
"I’m sorry to have kept you waiting." Christine said that it was not short in 30 minutes, and NYPD swat teams were able to arrive.
Goofy smiled gently. "No, it’s okay. I’m not seriously injured today. I can wait for 30 minutes."
Christine suddenly became nervous. "Are you hurt?"
"It’s okay to have a minor injury," Goofy said as he walked into the apartment.
Christine’s apartment is small but exquisite, and it is spotless and clean by this little nurse.
"Sit on the sofa first and let me look at the wound," Christine worried. "You should have told me earlier that you were injured, so I wouldn’t have kept you waiting for so long. In case you were seriously injured, half an hour was enough to delay the best treatment opportunity …"
"Don’t be so nervous, Christine is really not seriously injured," Goofy said with a smile, but go to the sofa and sit down.
Even the sofas in Christine’s apartment are in good order, and the backrest patterns of the three sofas are even adjusted in the same direction.
"Sorry to wake you up." Goofy apologized to Christine while escaping from the police.
Christine was stunned when she heard this. "How did you know I was sleeping?"
After that, I also glanced at my glasses-is it that my hair is still messy?
"Don’t be nervous. You look great. You can run for the heroine in Hollywood." Goofy said with a smile. "You are a night nurse. I guess you must be sleeping during the day."
"Thank you" Goofy’s praise made Christine very popular and blushed.
However, when she saw Goofy’s strong chest after she left the police, her cheeks became redder. Theoretically speaking, for a nurse, the male body should be familiar as an ordinary but mechanical one, but Goofy’s body seems to be different, which can make Christine breathe quickly.
"How about it?" Goofy low asked.
"Very … strong and with good lines …" Christine said with a red face.