When Jack, Angela and Hannah arrived at room 365 on the third floor, the place was already in a mess. A big hole was dug out in the plasterboard partition wall on the right side of the door. The drug dealer got into the bedroom from here, exposing the Xi was shot in the chest and fell to the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Two strong men struggled with Tim. On the sofa in the living room, a Latina woman was holding a newborn baby and shivering.

Jack was afraid of accidental injury and did not dare to fire. He was about to draw his baton and step forward. Angela and Hannah behind him each took out a Taser gun and stepped forward, skillfully stunning the two strong men.

"Lucy!" Tim, who was bruised and swollen, didn't bother to get up. He crawled to Lucy who was lying on the ground and pulled off the body armor on her chest.

"Ahem. I'm fine." Lucy coughed violently after regaining consciousness, and pulled out a bulletproof insert from her chest, with a deformed warhead embedded in it.

"Vance Marcus ran away. He admitted that he was the murderer who hurt my wife." Seeing that Lucy was okay, Tim picked up the pistol from the ground and rushed out of the room. Jack was worried that something would happen to him, so he chased after him. .

"Officer Bradford, don't worry. Marcus can't run away. The reinforcements downstairs have arrived." Jack, who was following Tim, tried to calm him down. Now that the situation has reversed, his side is sure to win, so he must be more careful. The opponent's counterattack.

He was really afraid of something. As soon as Tim rushed to the stairs at the other end and looked down, a bunch of bullets flew past his scalp. The bullets ricocheted dangerously on the hard wall. This guy was like crazy. Completely ignoring the bullets, he took advantage of the opponent's reloading time to climb over the handrail, jumped from the third floor to the stairs on the second floor, and pulled the trigger on Marcus who was trying to change the magazine of the Uzi submachine gun in his hand. trigger.

At this time, Tim made a mistake. He just picked up his gun and forgot to check the remaining bullets. The first bullet hit Marcus's body armor on the chest, causing him to stagger back two steps, thinking When he was about to pull the trigger again, his Glock went dead.

Seeing that Marcus had already picked up the loaded Uzi and was about to kill Tim, Jack stumbled over and pulled the trigger repeatedly. Six rounds of powerful .357 Magnum directly penetrated the body armor, and the cavity effect was in it. There were 6 fist-sized injection wounds on his back.

"Fakeyo Bradford, you almost killed us both." Jack fell in the middle of the stairs, blood pouring out of his calf.

The bullets from the previous shuttle did not hit Tim, but ricocheted off the wall. One of the bullets hit Jack's right calf at the rear. Fortunately, it did not hit the leg bone because of the angle, but stayed in the abdominal muscle of the leg.

Upon seeing this, Tim hurriedly pulled out a tourniquet from the first aid kit on his waist and tied it under the knee of Jack's right leg. He looked guilty. He was indeed blinded by hatred just now. This is not how a veteran should behave: "I'm sorry, kid. , it’s my fault, thank you.”

Jack didn't care too much. Seeing Zoe in uniform and body armor and the black-faced superintendent appearing at the entrance of the corridor, followed by a group of SWAT and police colleagues, he let out a sigh of relief in his heart. It was finally over.

"Jack." Seeing him falling to the ground with a gunshot wound to his calf, Zoe was so anxious that she wanted to push Tim away and go to check in person.

"Superintendent Anderson, I'm fine. There should be no broken bones. Have you found Officer Bishop? Her injuries are very serious." Jack deliberately emphasized the tone of his address as a reminder.

Zoe also realized that she had lost some control. Her relationship with Jack must not be exposed. Otherwise, not only would Jack's future be ruined, but her family's plan for her political career would also be devastated.

"Bishop has been taken to the Central Hospital by ambulance. Is anyone else injured upstairs?"

"Lucy was shot in the chest, but it was blocked by the body armor. She should be fine. There is a pregnant woman and a baby upstairs who just gave birth. I'll leave it to you. I'll take Jack to the hospital first." Tim said Put one of Jack's arms around your neck and help him stand on one foot.

Zoe's eyes were still full of concern and she nodded: "I will come to the hospital to see you later."

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With a clang, a .40 bullet from an Uzi submachine gun lay intact on the stainless steel tray. Gray put down the tweezers. Although she couldn't see her face clearly with the mask on, there was a smile in the corner of her eyes.

"Little Jack, you're lucky. The bullet penetrated less than two centimeters into the flesh, so you don't need to suture. Leaving a hole to drain the pus will heal faster. You can walk on the ground in about a week."

Because the injury was on his leg, he did not need general anesthesia. At this time, Jack was conscious. He was trying his best to suppress the damn sequelae. Hearing this, a smile appeared on his face: "Thank you, Dr. Grey, I have always had good luck, you know of."

Gray bandaged the wound skillfully and playfully tied a bow on it. She deliberately came up to him and patted his handsome face gently, so close that Jack could even feel her breath through her mask.

"You can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Remember to come back to me for dressing change in three days. It's an extra service."

The nurse on the side giggled like an old hen: "How about you just give him two more days of hospitalization? I can arrange him in the separate ward where you take your daily lunch break, so that no one will disturb you."

If he hadn't watched that medical drama for a few seasons, Jack really wouldn't mind having something happen with Gray. After all, the heroine is also a rare beauty, and now he is gradually starting to suffer from the sequelae, and all he can think about is fucking and... kill.

But he was really frightened by the chaotic private lives of these surgeons. It seemed that the brain capacity of the editors of this kind of long-lived American drama was only as big as an almond. If he couldn't write a plot, he could only arrange the relationships between the characters in various ways.

When Gray pushed Jack in the wheelchair out of the operating room, the police officers waiting outside the door stood up and applauded with smiles on their faces. Of course, the applause was not for Dr. Gray, who only performed a minor operation.

"Okay, I've returned the hero to you intact." Gray waved goodbye.

"Hey, good job. I've heard everything about today. You did a great job today. Well, yesterday was the same. I didn't have time to thank you for saving me yesterday."

John, who was also sitting in a wheelchair, first congratulated Jack. The person pushing the wheelchair for him was a female doctor whom Jack had never seen before. She looked about the same age as John, but her charm was still there. Jack noticed that there was something in her eyes when she looked at John. It's unclear what the meaning is.

Before Jack could speak, Hannah rushed up to him, hugged him, and kissed him hard on the face: "Without you and Angela today, Thalia and I might not have survived."

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