A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 "Dr. Yves, have you considered the impact of medical isolation and airport blockade?"

　　 "It will cause New York's export trade to the rest of the world to cease immediately."

　　 "Do you know how much damage this will cause? A full seventy billion dollars!"

　　 "I admire your frankness, but let this matter be handled by the Transportation Safety Committee."

　　 "I heard that you have some family issues that need to be dealt with recently. I have approved a leave. I will take a one-month break and come back. I will take a full-pay leave."

　　 Nine ten in the morning.

　　 Dr. Yves started the car silently, and these words kept echoing in his ears.

He lost his job.

　　 No, to be precise, it should be temporarily unemployed, and I will be able to return to work in a month.

　　 But, what should I do with that mysterious virus?

　　Dr. Iver knew that the so-called Transportation Safety Committee was nothing but an empty shelf, and there was no medical staff involved in it.

　　 At the latest tomorrow morning, JFK International Airport will be reopened to welcome passengers from all over the world. Perhaps, a disaster is about to sweep the world.

　　 Although Yves has a strong desire to control and has not fulfilled the responsibilities of a husband and a father, it is undeniable that he is a qualified medical officer.

　　 When the superior refused to dissect the bodies of the 206 victims in the cabin, he took the risk and asked the chief forensic doctor in the New York area for help through private channels.

　　 When Ms. Minister forbade the CDC to intervene, he was still unwilling to stop the investigation.

　　Because of the responsibility.

　　 Yves, holding the steering wheel with one hand, slowly drove out of the airport parking garage, while holding a mobile phone in the other hand. The contact person displayed on the screen was: Chief Forensic Office.

　　 toot...toot...

　　 Unfortunately, no one answered.

　　 "This guy is probably still busy, go home and see Zac first."

　　 Yves shook his head, threw the phone in the passenger seat, and concentrated on driving.

　　 And the airport police team also received the same notice: disband immediately and take a half-paid leave for one month.

　　 Obviously, the female minister was determined to squeeze all the people from other departments.

　　 It's just that not everyone is as responsible as Dr. Yves. The moment Sheriff Rose received the notice, he was ecstatic and couldn't help grinning to both sides.

　　 Frankly speaking, in peacetime, police officers stationed in places like airports are only responsible for maintaining order and have never seen blood. The experience last night almost scared them out of heart disease.

　　 Now that he can take a long vacation with pay, that is really an eye-opener for his old man.

　　 Sheriff Ross waved his hand and said boldly: "Boys, have a dinner tonight? I'm a treat!"

　　 "Boss, or the day after tomorrow, I just want to find a place to sleep now."

　　 "Yes..."

　　 "I have no appetite for these two days."

　　 The members of the police force who stayed up all night and rushed to and fro have spoken out their refusals, but Lu Li and Paul did not say anything, they were not in a good mood——

　　 One who knows that the situation is urgent and must find a way to prevent the disaster from erupting; the one who is dedicated and eager to make further progress in his career.

　　 Upon seeing this, Mr. Sergeant thought for a while, and made a final decision: "Then go back to each house first, and gather in Flushing at 7 o'clock the next evening. I will invite you to have Chinese food."

　　Flushing, a business district with a strong East Asian flavor, in this place, you can eat authentic Chinese cuisine, as well as variants of Chinese food that meet the tastes of Europeans and Americans.

　　 Therefore, the proposal of Sheriff Ross won cheers, and then the crowd of people crowded in the duty room left in twos and threes.

　　 As they are not performing official duties, according to relevant regulations, they cannot use police cars and can only drive private vehicles home.

　　Lu Li and Paul share a car and live in the same apartment. After all, the cost of living in New York is very high, and the monthly salary is barely enough to save too much money.

　　滴!

　　 Not far away, a black Chevrolet lights up.

　　 This is their public car.

And Lu Li threw the key to Paul. In the strange memory planted by the principal, this guy from Texas loves to drive. From police cars to private cars, as long as the two work in a team, they must be the other person. Driving position.

　　Perhaps, every Texas cowboy has the gene for speed.

　　 I saw Paul skillfully shifting gears, stepped on the accelerator and dumped Chevrolet out: "Happy long vacation, have you figured out where to go to play."

　　 "I almost forgot, the Yankees will be playing at home in New York in a few days, can you go see it together? I can get a ticket."

　　 Paul asked and answered himself, but his expression was not so cheerful.

　　 And Lu Li shook his head and said, "You wait here first. I'll go to the police car to get some things back."

"understood."

　　 A few minutes later, the vehicle started again.

While turning the steering wheel, Paul glanced to the back seat, where there was a police rifle, a shotgun, and a backpack full of bullets. These things fell in the hands of someone who was caring, enough to start a shocking New York. The big event.

　　 After all, they are not castrated versions for civilian use.

　　 "Man, are you not going to explain? We are not on a mission. Once we are found by our colleagues, we have to go to prison for more than half a year."

　　 After finishing speaking, Paul spent the rest of his time watching Lu Li, patiently waiting for an answer.

　　 As for the hypothesis just mentioned, it is difficult to hold, unless someone deliberately embarrassed both of them.

　　 "It is difficult to explain clearly."

　　 Lu Li wanted to speak but stopped.

　　 It's not that Paul is not credible, but that he really doesn't know how to say it.

　　 "About that dead flight?"

　　 "That's right."

　　 "Did you find out?"

"Yes."

　　 When he asked, Paul's jawbone was shaking slightly: "Is it reliable?"

　　 "I saw it with my own eyes~www.readwn.com~ It worked!" Red-necked Paul frowned. "Let me think about it, you are not going to buy coffee at all when you drive out in the middle of the night."

　　 "It is said that the special police team blocked the airport exit at that time and prohibited large vehicles from going out. There must be some important and large objects missing."

　　 "Who is the inner ghost?"

　　 "What did you track down?"

　　 At this moment, this guy is like a detective possessing his body, his hands are gradually getting off the steering wheel, and the black Chevrolet is swaying left and right on the road like a drunk.

　　 Fortunately, the international airport has not been completely unblocked, and there are not too many vehicles nearby. Otherwise, Lu Li would really have to go to the prison for a while, and then stage a jail escape.

　　 "Man, look at the road first, and we will talk about the matter when we return to the apartment."

　　 Lu Li knew that Paul was dedicated to his work, but he didn't expect that he would be anxious to do this.

　　 "Yes...you are right."

　　 "Haha, Uncle Paul has finally waited for the chance to do meritorious service."

　　 Looking at the temporary partner who almost laughed as a fool, Lu Qiqi had a question: did he find the wrong person to help him.

　　 However, after ten minutes, Paul did give Lu Li a surprise.

　　 He felt the atmosphere was dull, so he told a joke, and while holding a smile, he said:

"I heard from the security guard on duty in the terminal building last night that a crazy old man with weapons broke into the airport. The preface was not followed by words. First, he said that he had fought against the devil before, and that he could stabilize the situation by controlling the coffin. ..."

　　 "He also said that the heads of everyone on the plane must be chopped off with silver weapons, including the victims..."

　　The voice gradually decreased.

　　Because he saw Lu Li's face full of seriousness, it was definitely not a joke.