The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 64 The Unlucky Bradford
John, the mouthpiece expert, cleared his throat and shouted into the tool room.

"Hey, man, your good buddy has been shot, it's over, you may be injured, but you're still alive anyway."

"I will give you a piece of advice to survive, think about how much attention you have received, the Internet and the media are spreading and reporting this incident, you will become the head of this 'great cause'.

It's time to live to receive this 'honor'. If you die, few people will remember your name, but when you are brought to court alive, you will definitely receive a lot of attention. Think about it! "

This time there was no more gunfire from inside, and after a while, there was a weak response from inside.

"I surrender, I have laid down my arms, you do not shoot."

Awesome, Jack silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, if the system didn't recognize talking is a skill, he really wanted to take John as his teacher.

But even if judged by psychological skills, he believed that John's skill level would not be lower than mastery.

In 20 minutes, the CDC doctors who came belatedly checked and confirmed that the surrounding environment was safe. The injured suspect was taken to the ambulance and sent to the nearest Church Memorial Hospital. Jack removed the magazine from the rifle and put it back in the trunk of the police car. Come Angela and Wesley's whispers.

"How about we kiss and make up for what I did today? Or you can choose to go to court and sue me."

Wesley was actually a little arrogant: "One hour ago, my thoughts were still erratic, but when you boarded the bus without hesitation, you saved everyone on it"

He probably wanted to express his admiration for his girlfriend, but the following words were interrupted by a smug Angela.

"It makes you a little 'sexy' doesn't it?"

Jack couldn't take it any longer, and closed the trunk with a bang, interrupting the unscrupulous flirting of the couple.

"There is a motel on the way here just now, if you two can't wait, I can take you there first, but please don't continue."

He missed dinner again today, but he would rather buy a hamburger on the way back to fill his stomach than eat dog food until he was full.

But there is one last thing to do right now. Tim, who is trapped in the home of the only infected person, is still alive and dead. Lucy has been with him outside the quarantine area. Now that all the terrorists have been arrested, it is time to care about this A widowed old man.

Jack conducted a self-psychological diagnosis in the car. Although he had a busy day and played a game of American Iage, his mood remained pretty good. After experiencing many dangerous states, the body naturally begins to adapt gradually.

There were still three people in one car, followed by John's police car, a total of five people, and they arrived at their destination very quickly.

It was dark at this time, but the lawn in front of the small yellow bungalow was brightly lit. The CDC bus was parked on the side of the road, and a group of CDC doctors in protective suits were busy, probably carrying out disinfection work.

Jack got out of the car, patted his hungry stomach, and looked up to see Lucy walking out of a makeshift plastic shed with a sad face. The police uniform was unbuttoned, and it looked like it had just been cleaned and disinfected.

Seeing the people getting out of the car, she forced a smile and greeted them.

"Hey, I heard that you guys became heroes today and saved the world."

Compared with planning to pry down the white supremacist gang before, Jack really feels that his contribution today is mediocre, and John is the real protagonist. Several important clues were discovered by him.

"Thanks to John, we're just doing our part."

John was a little absent-minded, and seemed to be completely oblivious to being praised, and asked worriedly: "I'm glad you're okay, how is Tim, I heard that he and the victim's body were locked in the bedroom for several hours. "

Lucy tried to pull herself together and tried to look very confident: "I think he will be fine. The CDC vaccine has been delivered, and Tim has just been injected, but he still needs to go to the hospital for 24 hours of observation."

Everyone fell into silence for a while. According to what the previous Doctor Morgan said, even if they were vaccinated, the mortality rate was as high as [-]%, and they suddenly felt a little heavy.

At this time, the door of the room opened, and Doctor Morgan, who was in full body protection, accompanied Tim out.

Seeing everyone, Tim, who had a sullen face, seemed to be a little moved, but when this emotion was concretely expressed on his serious poker face, he just twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, which is hard to describe as a smile.

Dr. Morgan next to him was completely unaware of the emotions of the crowd. He took off his mask and looked indifferent, just like when he reported those terrible probability numbers to the patrol officers at the police station with a blank face.

Jack is very familiar with this kind of people. He has a high IQ but a low EQ, and it is difficult to communicate emotionally with ordinary people. Simply put, rational thinking suppresses normal emotional thinking, such as the woman in "Bones" main bone.

But the advantage of this type of person is that although they can't comfort others, they won't hide from you and say what they have, like now.

"The virus concentration you are exposed to is only close to the critical value, so you have a high probability of escaping the catastrophe. Judging from the clinical manifestations, you have not shown any symptoms of infection so far. Just in case, we still vaccinated you. Patience is required."

Hearing these words, the complexions of everyone present improved a lot. Just when Jack was about to bump fists with Tim and have some physical contact so as to wait for the opportunity to perform the healing technique, Tim, who had just taken two steps forward, suddenly His face turned pale, and his eyes fell to the ground.

"Tim!"

"Officer Bradford!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Call someone, call an ambulance!"

"Don't come close, back up, back up!!!"

Everyone stepped forward one after another, but they were kept out of the circle by the CDC doctors with sharp eyesight and quick hands.

Jack's outstretched fingers barely brush Tim's coat, barely touching his body.

This guy won't be so fateful, right?Jack, who was pulled away, was dumbfounded, watching Tim's body twitch on the ground, like a seizure.

"Is it a virus attack?" Lucy, who was also stopped, asked sharply.

"No, there is no sign of bleeding. It looks like anaphylactic shock. It should be that his body had an allergic reaction to the vaccine."

Dr. Morgan remained calm, ordered two medical staff to hold Tim down, and shouted to the ambulance on standby.

"Get an adrenaline shot, right now!"

After the injection, Tim quickly stopped his epileptic convulsions, but was still unconscious. Watching him being carried into the ambulance, Jack patted John who was still in a daze.

"Get in the car, let's clear the way for the ambulance."

(End of this chapter)