The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

When a person is still suffering from a concussion, it will be similar to a drunken state, and the reaction will be slower than normal, just like Hotchner's current state.

"Walter. Why did you shoot him?" When Jack ran to him, Hotchner looked confused and was still trying to focus.

"He was just pretending to be a passerby, but he was actually the one who parked the car with the bomb in front of you. Garcia has confirmed it through surveillance. Hotch! Hotch? Are you okay?"

"Don't shake me."

Jack looked at his unmoved hand on his shoulder in confusion. Seeing that this guy's head was seriously injured, he casually gave him a healing spell.

It turned out that there was nothing wrong with his head. The left eardrum was temporarily disabled but that thing can heal itself. However, the fracture of his left forearm was a bit serious. In addition, there were fragments on the outside of his left leg. Fortunately, his left leg was blocked, otherwise the position would be biased. It will be difficult for Halle to conceive a second child after one o'clock.

Looking at Joyner who was lying on the ground and already unconscious, Jack could basically figure out the previous situation. When the explosion in the car in front occurred, Hotchner happened to be sideways in the driver's seat, and the shock wave and debris were basically blown away by the front of the Saab car. The engine was blocked, so most of his injuries were on the left side of his body.

This was a blessing in misfortune. It is estimated that he woke up from his coma not long after the explosion, and then dragged Joyner to the middle of the road despite the severe pain, otherwise both of them would have been killed in the ensuing fire.

Joyner's condition was much more serious. She had not even gotten into the car when the explosion occurred. The shock wave directly hit the right door and knocked her away. She also injured her spine when she landed. Even if she was sent to the hospital in time to stop the internal bleeding, she would be in trouble for the rest of her life. It is estimated that I can only live with a wheelchair.

Of course, having a nanny here is not a problem now, but her facial injuries are a bit serious. Jack is not sure whether Hotchner has examined her carefully, so he can only roughly repair it and leave the rest to the plastic surgeon.

Throwing the medical kit to Hotchner, who was still somewhat unconscious, and asking him to use gauze to block the bleeding point on Joyner's waist, Jack walked over to the literally unrecognizable body to examine it.

Although it was already summer, it was obvious at a glance that the other party was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, but the lack of a bomb vest did not mean that there was no bomb belt.

The reason why C4 is called plastic explosive is because of its extremely strong plasticity. One or two pounds of weight wrapped around the waist is enough to cause a bloody storm in the crowd. This is why Jack turned on the signal jammer before shooting.

The deceased was a young white man, about the same age as the black man who died in the alley before. There was no bomb on the body, no identification, and nothing except an anonymous mobile phone. Jack let out a long sigh of relief and turned off the signal. jammer.

There was a commotion among the ESU SWAT police hiding at the roadblock in the distance. They had been within the range of the signal jammer just now. Jack fired directly in the direction of the wounded without saying anything, which startled them. Then they discovered that the communication had failed. , making a mess.

If it weren't for Captain Warner who knew Jack and knew that he had a close relationship with his own director, these guys might not have been able to treat him as a terrorist.

"Jack! Jack! Can you hear me?" As the signal jammer was turned off, Garcia's call came again from the communication channel.

Jack quickly replied, "I heard that. I turned on the signal shield just now. Hotchner is fine, but Joyner is seriously injured. Can you get an ambulance for us?"

There was unconcealable excitement in Garcia's voice, "Thank God, uh. Wait a minute, an ambulance has just arrived. I'll try to contact them through the NYPD dispatch center. It doesn't seem to work. It's heading directly towards Come on, you're about to turn the corner."

Jack had already heard the siren of the ambulance. The driver looked over and was saying something, and then several ESU SWAT officers moved away the temporary roadblock.

He asked doubtfully, "Has the bomb disposal team completed the investigation?"

"No, it was an emergency worker who voluntarily took the risk to come to help. I heard his negotiation with ESU." Garcia choked up.

"OK, help me track down a mobile phone number."

Jack didn't have time to be moved at the moment. He opened the anonymous mobile phone found on the deceased. There was no caller number on it, but there was an outgoing number. Records showed that this number was dialed 6 times before the explosion, each time. No more than 1 minute.

Garcia repeated the number, "I'll do it right away. Also, Rossi asked me to inform you that DHS agents found nothing at those eight shooting locations. No suspicious persons or explosive devices were found."

"Tell Rossi that our previous profile was biased and we definitely missed some important information. All the other party's actions are smoke bombs with only one purpose: to divert our attention, including the attack just now."

Before Jack finished speaking, the sirens of the ambulance overshadowed his voice. An emergency worker in uniform with a bald head jumped out of the car and rushed forward holding a medical kit.

"God, what happened here?" When he saw Jack carrying an assault rifle and the corpse on the ground, his face suddenly turned pale and he stood frozen on the spot.

"FBI, that's a terrorist. I've killed him." Jack took out his ID and flashed it. "Are you the only one? We need a stretcher. My colleague has a spinal injury and cannot move around."

The bald first responder swallowed subconsciously, and then hesitantly put down the medical kit, "Ah, okay, they said the scene was very dangerous, and my colleague was too scared to come over. Uh, let me check her condition first. ”

"Thanks, man." Jack patted him on the shoulder, took one of Hotchner's arms, and first helped him into the passenger seat of the ambulance. Then he opened the rear door of the ambulance, pulled out the stretcher and pushed it to Joyner's side.

"3, 2, 1, up."

The two of them worked together to lift Joyner, who was still unconscious, onto the stretcher. Jack got directly into the driver's seat, turned around and asked, "Where is the nearest emergency room?"

Not every hospital in the United States has an emergency room. Only emergency personnel know the situation best.

"St. Buckley, three intersections to the north and one to the east. The entrance to the emergency room is underground. Just look at the road signs." The bald first responder answered while hanging a water sign detection device on Joyner.

"Sit tight." Jack closed the small window connected to the rear compartment, patted the drowsy Hotchner to keep him conscious, and stepped on the accelerator with force, and the ambulance roared in an anxious manner. The speed starts slowly.

The hospital was very close. Although I don't know what was wrong with the ambulance, it still couldn't pick up the speed. But thanks to the NYPD blocking the surrounding traffic, it took Jack less than ten minutes to see the emergency room sign.

However, an NYPD police car was parked at the entrance of the underground passage, and several men in black suits similar to Jack's were making a stop signal to Jack.

"What are you doing?" As soon as Jack poked his head out, a man in a black suit came into the cab with a flashlight. When he saw the assault rifle in his hand, he immediately felt like he was facing an enemy and directly pulled out his pistol. Several other people Upon seeing this, he quickly drew his gun and pointed it at the ambulance.

"USSS (Secret Service), identify yourself!"

"FBI!" Jack felt irritated. Why did the USSS appear again? In addition to checking for counterfeit money, these guys also protect important personnel. What are they doing blocking the entrance of the hospital?

"I am Inspector Jack Tavole. Next to me is Detective Superintendent Aaron Hotchner. Also in the car is Assistant Detective Superintendent Kate Joyner. They were all injured in the explosion just now."

"Proof of identity!" The man in the black suit pointing the gun at Jack softened slightly, but he still didn't put down the gun in his hand.

"Don't be nervous. I'm going to reach out for my ID now. Pay attention to my movements. Don't be nervous." Although Jack was anxious to death, the overly nervous behavior of the other party really frightened him.

He could only lift up his clothes a little bit and slowly took out his ID. These days, he was not afraid of bullets and bullets, but he was afraid of his teammates getting hurt.

After reading Jack's ID, the man in the black suit muttered something softly into the intercom before putting away his pistol, but the next words made Jack angry again.

"I'm sorry, Agent, but this hospital is on lockdown and all emergencies are being directed to Knox Hill Hospital."

"Are you really serious?" Jack suppressed his anger, "I know Joey Reacher from your bureau, call him, he can confirm my identity.

Now my colleague is dying, and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Either get out of the way, or I rush in directly. "

"Wait a minute." The black suit picked up the walkie-talkie again, this time he did not whisper softly, but used a normal volume, "Director Reacher, there is an FBI agent Jack Tavole here who said he knows you, OK, Let go!”