Walking back with Craig, William thought for a while and didn't take him to the castle. Instead, he went to the infirmary in the stable.
Pulling the vet on duty to the side, he asked for a bottle of anesthetic spray in a low voice. The vet didn't ask much, but after repeatedly telling him that he couldn't use this anesthetic spray too much, he happily went home. William gave him a vacation.
Walking into the infirmary, he threw the anesthetic spray in his hand to Craig. "Take off your shirt."
Craig looked at the anesthetic in his hand, and when he saw it clearly, he lost his voice and said, "Damn it, you want to kill me. This is for horses."
"You're not an idiot. You don't know how to take a few breaths less. Who told you not to inform me when you came? Hurry up, the doctor is almost here. Now we can only make do with this. Anyway, the surgery won't take long. Just treat it as if you slept, and everything will be fine tomorrow morning," William said with a smile.
"I suddenly don't want to operate on you. I'll go back to the Special Task Force first," Craig said hesitantly with the anesthetic spray in his hand.
"Whatever, I can still save 500,000 this way. Take care, I won't see you off." William pointed at the door of the infirmary with his palm. "Remember to close the door when you go out, thank you."
He didn't know if it was because Craig didn't want the Special Task Force to see his dispirited appearance, or if he really trusted William very much. Craig hesitated for a few seconds, then opened the spray bottle, put it in his mouth, and took a few deep breaths. Squeak, squeak.
"If I'm crippled, I'll freeload at your place." As he spoke, Craig fell into a daze and his head tilted to one side on the medical bed.
William looked at the unconscious Craig, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He took a white coat and threw it in front of the camera to block the lens. He used his mental strength to scan the entire infirmary. When he didn't find any problems, he waved his hand at Craig. Craig was lifted up by an invisible force and laid flat on the medical bed.
Sensing Craig's physical condition, he found that there were two wounds on his body that had not healed. One was a relatively large wound, which should have been hit by the deputy's rifle. The bullet was stuck behind the shoulder blade, but fortunately, the bone was fine. The other wound was a little smaller, which should have been hit by a stray bullet. The wound was almost healed, but this wound was the most troublesome, as there were many bullet fragments inside.
After checking the problem, the next step was simple. William controlled a throwing knife to cut open Craig's shoulder and shirt, cutting open two wounds. He used his mental strength to take out the bullet and the fragments in the other wound, and finally threw a healing spell on Craig's body.
Soon, the wound began to heal. After a dozen seconds, the small wound was almost completely healed. However, William felt that the wound from the spear was healing too slowly. He cast another Healing Spell, and this time, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After dealing with the wound, William raised his hand and wrapped the bullet fragments and deformed warhead from Craig's wound with his spirit power. He couldn't help but admire Craig.
With metal foreign objects in the body, even if the wounds on the surface of the skin healed, as long as the arm exerted force or touched the wound, these metal fragments would immediately tear apart the muscle tissue.
It would be impossible to live in peace for at least a few years. The pain would only be alleviated after the fragments were completely enveloped by new granulation. However, it was impossible to feel no pain at all.
Looking at the unconscious Craig, he secretly praised this guy for being a tough guy. He ignored the constant pain in his body and kept the fragments in his body, waiting for the day when they would be useful.
His mental strength wrapped the fragments and sent them to the sink to rinse them clean. He put them in a bag and found a blanket to cover Craig. Finally, he took out Craig's phone and dialed a number for his own phone.
He pulled off the white coat that blocked the camera and instructed Sunday, "Sunday, remind me when Craig wakes up."
"Understood, sir."
He walked out of the stable and returned to the castle basement. These days, he ordered instruments and equipment from time to time. Except for the enclosed engine room, the basement was almost turned into a laboratory.
William used the instrument to scan the bullet fragments and said to Sunday, "Sunday, help me analyze these bullet fragments and then log into my account in the Special Task Force. See if you can find who used this bullet in the past in the database."
A moment later, Sunday replied, "Sir, the analysis shows that the fragments are made of waste uranium. There are seven people in the database who have used them."
William looked at the photo projected on the wall on Sunday and quickly recognized the person in his memory. "The first person in the second row."
Sunday hid the other people's photos, leaving only the murderer's photo on the wall. "Sir, the Special Task Force's database shows that this person is called Patrick. He is a ghost and has no country of birth. If I want to find specific information, I need your authorization to enter some special secret databases around the world to search."
"No," William refused without thinking. Who knew what would happen if he searched aimlessly. "Pay attention to the Golden Dragon Hotel in the capital of Asia. Eavesdrop on the hotel manager, Seveline. I want to know everything about her. Then pay close attention to the airports, stations, hotels, and other places, especially Singapore. Patrick may go to Singapore soon."
Although he knew that the possibility of getting information from monitoring a woman who was under someone's control was not high, it didn't matter if he tried. For Sunday, it was a very simple task. "Send Patrick's information to Brian Mills and ask him to find out for me."
"Information transfer completed, sir."
After more than 20 minutes, William's phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Brian. "Good afternoon, Brian. You found it so quickly?"
"Haha, it's night now, right? Then I should say good evening. Good evening, boss," Brian joked with William, which was rare for him.
William could tell that Brian was in a good mood, so he was not in a hurry to ask about Patrick. "Looks like you've been doing well recently. Do you have any good news to share with me?"
"Yes, I do have some good news. Kim and her mother agreed to go on a trip next month. The only problem is that we haven't agreed on where to go. Boss, do you have any good suggestions?"
"Hmm, a trip?" William's heart skipped a beat. "It doesn't matter where you go. It's probably because Kim and her mother don't have the same opinion that you're troubled. Where does Kim want to go?"
Brian sighed. "Boss, you're still so smart. Kim wants to go to Istanbul. Her mother thinks that Istanbul might be a little troublesome, so she wants to go to Budapest. But I'm a little hesitant, you know."
Of course, William knew the reason. There were many forces that had dealings with the Albanians in these two cities. "Well, if I had to make the decision, I definitely wouldn't go to Istanbul or Budapest. There are many Albanians in these two cities. But if you have feelings for your ex-wife, maybe you can be a hero and save the beauty or something like that."
This was not a good idea. Brian blurted out, "No, even if I have feelings for her, I will never put Kim and her mother in danger.
Maybe going to Brazil or China is not bad. I heard that China is very safe. I will try to persuade Kim and Lenore to change their itinerary. "
"It's good that you understand. Although the Albanian leader in Paris was killed, you can't be too careful. You know the Albanian tradition."
"Got it. Thank you. I'll be careful. Boss, the person you're looking for is related to the explosion of a foreign affairs embassy in a small country in South America. The American Special Task Force has found his general whereabouts. I'll let you know if I have more information."
"Okay, have a good trip."
"Thank you. Bye, boss."
"Okay, bye."
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