Chapter 306: My daughter is the best assistant

After taking two steps forward, McBee covered his pierced shoulder and stopped painfully.

Blood "gurgled" out from the gaps between his fingers, and his strength continued to drain from his body.

Standing on the top of the office building, McBee patiently took two steps forward, and then he couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground.

"No, no, I can't fall here."

Whispering to herself, she half-knelt on the ground and moved her hand away from the wound with difficulty.

Looking at the blood on her palm, taking a deep breath, she stood up from the ground with all her strength.

With a "bang", enduring the pain, she jumped from the roof to the ground with all her strength, and then staggered forward along the ground.

It began to rain in the sky, and the "drip drip" raindrops fell on her body.

She stepped on the ground where the rain began to gather, and the water droplets splashed on her toned and muscular calves.

In order to avoid the pursuers behind her, McBee ran forward and quickly got rid of the gunman and left the center of the town.

A road leading to the outskirts of Smallville appeared in front of her.

The road was bumpy, with fallen leaves, and the trees bent over, as if trying to strangle this long-tongued road, tear it apart, and erase it from this world.

Gritting his teeth and using the power of a cheetah, McBee continued to run forward.

The occasional houses were like hard and white teeth, and the windows were like eyes, all ready to swallow her up and then spit her out.

Gradually, the rain had intensified, no longer a curtain of rain and mist, but had risen into a downpour.

Soon she became a messy and wet chicken.

The rain soaked her whole body, and McBee's pace of running forward became slower and slower until she heard footsteps on one side.

Is it fallen leaves?

Floating down, struggling in the wind, scraping on the ground, and finally nailed to the road by the rain.

As her mind became increasingly blurred, she heard the fluttering and flapping of wings, as if a flock of birds had just taken flight, and the sound grew louder until it became a deafening roar.

She turned, looked up, and looked around, but there was only rain and falling leaves, and the noise did not disappear.

As her consciousness drifted away, she felt a slight tinnitus.

Everything in her sense world stopped and then disappeared.

When she turned around, she saw where she was.

She was home.

This was a house in the suburbs - a narrow two-story stone house with four corners outside and countless inside, all of which were anti-seepage canals.

Once upon a time, her foster mother kept this place impeccably.

When autumn came, she would place pumpkins and gourds on the stone steps in front, she would decorate the basket with colorful chrysanthemums, the chirping birds would play at the feeder, and the shutters would be painted.

"Mom?!"

Looking at the familiar scene in front of her, McBee showed a trace of tenderness in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to grab everything.

But soon the scene in front of her-the familiar house and scenery, slowly disappeared in front of her.

"No, no, Mom!"

McBee stretched out her hand to grab everything, but her body could not move, and she could only watch the familiar scene disappear.

"Plop!"

McBee, who could no longer hold on, finally fell into the muddy mud.

Looking up at the dim sky, feeling the raindrops falling on her face, her consciousness gradually became unclear.

In the blurred consciousness, she saw a figure holding an umbrella and walking in front of her.

Opening her mouth, she stammered and wanted to say something, but in the end she couldn't hold it and fainted directly.

Peter, who walked to the unconscious McBee with an umbrella, frowned slightly as he looked at the other party who fainted in the rain.

Originally, he was watching cartoons with Raven on the farm, and suddenly heard a "plop" sound coming from outside the farm.

Although it was raining heavily outside, Peter's super hearing still caught the subtle sound.

He walked out of the farm with an umbrella and walked towards the direction of the sound.

He found the unconscious McBee.

Bending down, Peter briefly checked the other party's injuries and found that the other party was shot and fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Standing up, Peter looked down at the woman who was frowning even though she was already in a coma.

What's going on?

Did he pick up a female fox in the heavy rain?

And it was a female fox with nowhere to go?

Shaking his head, Peter picked up the female fox.

There was no way. A kind person like him would not have the heart to take a homeless puppy home even if he saw it in the heavy rain.

It was even more impossible for him to watch such a big female fox die without saving it.

In the living room, Loki was teasing Raven on the sofa.

"Look, little Raven, what is this?"

Loki opened his left hand and attracted Raven's big eyes to look at his palm.

After attracting Raven's attention, Loki released a small firework with his left hand.

"Bang!"

The firework rose in Loki's palm and then released, emitting colorful colors.

Raven, who had never seen such a novelty, made an "Ahhh" sound in her mouth, and happily crawled over to hold Loki's hand, wanting to see how he performed magic to make the fireworks.

"Are you asking me how I made the fireworks?"

Loki pinched Raven's nose and asked her.

As if she understood what Loki was saying, Raven nodded and made an unclear sound.

"This is magic, magical magic. If you call me brother, I will tell you."

Loki, who now turned into the god of trickery and temptation, whispered to Raven, "Do you understand? Little Raven, the price is simple, just call me brother, a fair deal."

Raven's eyes rolled around, her sight moving back and forth between Loki's face and his hands.

Loki watched Raven slowly open her mouth, just when he thought he was about to hear Raven's first brother.

"Squeak!"

The living room door was pushed open, and Peter walked in holding the wet McBee.

Raven's attention was immediately attracted by Peter, and the matter of "calling brother" was immediately thrown aside by her.

Seeing that he had failed, Loki made an annoyed sound and slapped his hand on his forehead.

"Loki, go upstairs and call Kara down."

Peter didn't notice Loki's mischief, and he asked Loki to go upstairs and call Kara down.

"Okay, Dad."

Loki calmed down and prepared to go upstairs.

Before going upstairs, he glanced at McBee in Peter's arms and asked curiously, "Dad, did you pick up another one this time?"

"Do you think I can pick up such a big child?"

Peter glared at Loki, "Now, go upstairs and call Kara."

After being glared at by Peter, Loki immediately went upstairs honestly.

After Loki went upstairs, Peter put him on the sofa, and then found a blanket to cover his bumpy parts.

It must be said that the other party's figure is also among the best among the women Peter knows.

After Kara went downstairs, she saw McBee lying on the sofa. After a slight pause, she asked Peter suspiciously, "Who is she?"

"I picked her up outside."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and said to her, "A wounded fox that was chased and had nowhere to go."

"Fox?!"

Kara walked to McBee, nodded, and asked Peter, "A black fox?"

"Hey, Kara, racial knights are wrong. Don't become as politically incorrect as Azu."

Peter immediately corrected Kara's statement.

Kara: "."

You are so shameless to say that about others? !

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Kara ignored Peter and checked the other person's injuries.

"She was shot."

After checking, she said to Peter: "But it's not a big problem. It shouldn't be a fatal injury."

Kara glanced at the necklace on McBee's chest.

"Unique necklace!"

Kara, with sparkling eyes, reached out to touch the other person's necklace.

As a result, her hand was blocked by Peter the next second.

Peter held her wrist, "This is not an ordinary stone, but a magic stone. Be careful not to be stung by it."

"Magic stone?"

Kara blinked and pulled her hand back from Peter's hand, "I really don't know anything about magic."

Turning her attention away from the necklace on McBee's neck, she asked Peter: "Can you treat gunshot wounds? Otherwise, we can only send her to the hospital."

"A little bit."

Peter asked Kara to help him, and he took out the bullet from the other person's shoulder.

Although he is not a doctor, rune magic can heal external injuries.

Using runes, it is not difficult for him to remove the bullet from the opponent's shoulder.

"Swish!"

Peter ripped open McBee's shirt, revealing his wheat-colored skin in front of Peter, and an indescribable description instantly entered his sight.

Glancing at the other party's explosive figure, Peter pretended to be indifferent, took out a dagger, and prepared to remove the bullet from the other party's body.

"Wait!"

Seeing Peter's move, Kara immediately stopped him.

"Is there any problem?"

"Don't you need to give her anesthesia? I see that you earthlings usually give patients anesthesia during surgery."

Kara stopped Peter and told him her doubts.

"She is in a coma now, so she shouldn't need anesthesia."

As Peter was talking, little Raven, who was sitting on the sofa, crawled over with a grunt.

"Hey, you can't get close, little Raven."

Seeing his daughter about to climb onto McBee, Peter reached out and prepared to pick her up.

However, what happened next was beyond their expectations.

Raven approached McBee and stretched out her chubby little hand.

A strange connection was created between the two.