If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 59 Hospital
5:32 a.m. Chicago time.

South of Chicago, North-South Memorial Hospital.

The running elevator stopped on the fourth floor of the inpatient department. After the elevator door opened, von Schneider walked out with a blank expression, followed by a group of men and women in black windbreakers on both sides behind him.

The inpatient department on the third floor of the North-South Memorial Hospital, which should have been silent, is now lively like a boiling water pot, with footsteps, noisy human voices, the rustling of pagers, and most of the people walking in the corridor are The police wearing Chicago PD (Chicago Police Department) uniforms, the dazzling incandescent light in the aisle illuminates the entire corridor without shadows.

As soon as Schneider walked out of the elevator door, his eye-catching and exaggerated dress attracted the attention of one of the police officers, who went straight to the elevator entrance to block his way: "Chicago PD, this place has been blocked, please move to the other floors."

Schneider didn't speak, just stared at him blankly, the police officer shivered for no reason when he met those iron-grey stern eyes, and put down the police badge he held up involuntarily.

"It's you who should move. This place has been taken over by the relevant departments." Before the police officer issued another warning, the man in the trench coat on Schneider's left took a step forward: "Inform your superiors to speak to me."

The police officer was a little uncertain about the trio of cold faces that came out of the elevator for a while, but at least he had been in the police station for a long time to observe his words and to shirk his responsibilities. Without touching him, he just hesitated and picked up the pager on his chest to report: "Uh, Deputy Director, here are three people who claim to be the relevant departments who want to see you."

In less than half a minute, an old police officer with gray hair and aged hurriedly walked across the corridor. The police badge hanging on his chest had a five-pointed star embedded on the top of the eagle's wings.

"It was notified above that someone would come to handle this case, but I didn't expect you to actually come." The old police officer was the deputy director of Chicago PD. Behind him he even saw a car with an oxygen cylinder.

"Three minutes." Schneider said hoarsely.

"What?" The deputy director didn't understand for a while.

"What our minister means is to empty out your people within 3 minutes, and people from our department will soon be stationed to take over the scene." The woman in the windbreaker explained.

"Okay, no problem, we protected the scene very well, and there is absolutely no damage, you can rest assured." The deputy chief wiped his sweat and picked up the pager and ordered all the police officers on the floor to evacuate the scene. The three Schneider did not say a word. The ground swept past him toward the depths of the corridor.

The first time they received the instructions of the deputy director, many police officers were at a loss. Many people were still at the scene sampling work and stopped in the middle of the night. They were awakened by emergency tasks and rushed to the scene in the middle of the night. Order to evacuate before the work is done?

When the irritable roar of the deputy chief resounded again, the stunned police officers just woke up like a dream, packed up their tools and guys with a depressed and aggrieved look, and ran to the safe passage.

Beside the Deputy Director, the police officer who first stopped Schneider and the three of them couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Deputy Director, who are those people? FBI? I don't usually see our bureau give the FBI such a big face. Can't be someone from the CIA? Why would they manage a murder in a hospital?"

"Don't ask so many questions, our task is to cooperate with them. This is the death order passed down from above." The deputy chief controlled the volume and shouted back the police officer.

In the corridor, Chicago PD's police officers, on-site samplers, and autopsy forensics all evacuated from the safe passage without stopping. The deputy chief wiped his sweat and waited until the last police officer left, and then glanced at the yellow color deep in the corridor. The cordon is ready to leave.

But at this time, the sound of neat footsteps suddenly sounded in the safe passage. The deputy director froze for a moment and wondered whether the group of bastards in the bureau could not understand the order or what, why did they run back?Angrily, he was about to open the door and scold the subordinates in the corridor, but before he even got to the door, the door of the safe passage was violently pushed open.

All black trench coats poured into this floor, everyone dressed in the same terrifying way, wearing the badge of the Half-Dead World Tree on their chests, and their faces were stern and exuding a chilling breath.

The number of people in black trench coats pouring into the floor was about 30 to [-]. After entering the floor, they began to block the scene without stopping. The new cordon was continuously opened, and the flash of the camera kept dazzling people's eyes. Some people carried ultraviolet lamps Strictly swept every inch of the floor in the corridor, looking for traces of something.

Obviously, the black trench coats are well-trained. Even if they are silent, they can quickly complete the division of labor with just a glance. Even if the corridor is crowded again, there is no noise at all. Only the sound of footsteps and the rustling of clothes can be heard. The low-pitched discussion was heard only occasionally.

The deputy director who was still on the scene had to admit that the overall quality of the group of 'relevant departments' sent from above was somehow higher than the Chicago PD police officers who were standing on the floor just now. At least he didn't see any of them among them. Like his subordinates, he eats hot dogs and yawns on the spot.

All the black trench coats have an outrageous rigorous attitude, with a focused and serious expression on their faces, as if they are about to take over a murder case that happened in the early morning hospital, but a major crisis related to world security.

In contrast, the deputy chief who was wearing the police uniform was like an outsider standing here. Compared to standing stupidly, he felt that having more hot dogs in his hand might ease the embarrassment.He still remembered the instructions given to him before the mission, that is, to protect the scene and not allow anyone to destroy the criminal evidence until the relevant departments take over.

At the same time, he was also strictly ordered to stay still and chatted with the personnel of the relevant departments for more than ten sentences. After completing the task, he left immediately and could not stay. But now he wants to stay here. It is also a problem. When he came to ask him if he was lost, the elevator downstairs could be used or not to take him in, completely ignoring the power that his emblematic police uniform represented in the city.

But the deputy director could only laugh bitterly and was 'invited' into the elevator. The first-rank official crushed him to death. You must know that the superior who gave him the order directly was not only one or two steps older than him.

After asking to leave all unrelated people, one of the black trench coats held down the headset and reported, "Minister Schneider, all unrelated people have left the venue."

Deep in the corridor, Schneider held down his headset and said coldly: "The on-site investigation team immediately sampled evidence. The blockade team controlled the entrance of the corridor and did not allow anyone to step on this floor. The environmental control team does not need to apply for any suspicious persons found in the surrounding area. , Immediately arrest, allow the use of Frigate bullets, and live ammunition in special circumstances, everyone, the operation begins."

After all the orders were issued, a machine called 'Cassel College Executive Department' started to operate, and the entire North-South Memorial Hospital was shrouded in black-clothed owls under sharp beaks and minions. From this moment on, Cassell The college officially took over the general hospital in the south of Chicago.

After finishing giving orders, Schneider put down the hand holding the headset and looked forward with cold eyes: "Okay, now let's see how you died, Andre."

Where he was watching, in the cordoned ward, a headless corpse lay quietly in a pool of blood, with a blood-stained half-dead World Tree school badge pinned to the chest of his coat.

Executive 'C' Level Commissioner, Andre Rooney, pronounced dead.

(End of this chapter)