Chapter 487 Rescue
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and several customers who had just entered the door shook their bodies in despair, and walked out like zombies. The shock wave of the explosion caused vestibular system disorder, causing them to temporarily lose their balance. ability.
Jack tried to improve his perception and tried to see clearly what was going on inside the supermarket. Four bearded men entered just now, and now they exploded three times, which means there is one more!
The explosion destroyed the floor-to-ceiling glass at the front door. There are still a few glass windows in the direction of the side door that are intact. Near the side door, there are neatly stacked large bags of cat litter. A five or six-year-old blond girl is squatting in this corner. Shivering in the middle.
Her mother managed to escape behind a row of shelves. She rolled and crawled to her side, checked her nervously, protected her and wanted to run out, but she stood stiffly. In situ.
The last bearded man was standing at the side entrance in front of them, with his head lowered and chanting scriptures.
"Please don't do this, God, please!"
The mother tightly protected her daughter, begged, and stood frozen in place, not daring to move. He was afraid that any movement would trigger the man in front of him to explode the bomb immediately.
Her eyes kept wandering between the man in front of her and the parking lot outside. At this moment, life and death were separated only by a thin layer of glass.
“Bang! Bang!”
Two crisp gunshots rang out, and the bearded man's right hand holding the detonator exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Then the second .40-caliber bullet penetrated the back of his head, completely destroying his brainstem and other brain tissues. After that, it flew out from between the eyebrows.
The mother whose face was spattered with blood protected her daughter and froze in place, staring blankly at the bearded corpse that fell softly in front of her. She didn't react for a long time, and she didn't realize that she was actually there. Saved at the last moment.
Jack put his pistol back into the holster, and while walking forward quickly, he wiped the sweat from his hands on his pants. He was secretly glad that the detonators of these guys were piezoelectric, otherwise he would The results of the gun are hard to predict.
"FBI, get out of here."
He strode forward to pick up the little girl, pulled her mother and ran out of the supermarket until they reached a car in the parking lot in front of the door. Afterwards, she was returned to her mother's arms.
"Stay here! Call 911!"
Jack looked up and looked into the supermarket. At this time, the smoke had dissipated a little, and he could see that there was chaos inside. Someone had a leg broken by the bomb, but it seemed that he had lost it. After losing consciousness, a long trail of blood was dragged out on the ground, squirming outward little by little.
"Hey, you! Come here!" Seeing the explosion igniting the unknown flammable materials inside the supermarket, and the thick smoke billowing up again, Jack knew that he could not wait any longer, so he came to the door and faced the hiding place. The fat security guard shivering under the teller machine yelled.
The fat security guard raised his head and looked left and right, only then did he realize that the other person was calling him.
Jack walked around the bearded corpse on the ground, went up and dragged him up. The huge force made it impossible for the other party to resist. He dragged the guy behind the pile of cat litter and pointed at the corpse at the side door. The bearded corpse said loudly.
"I'm the FBI. Watch that location. There's a bomb on the body. Don't let anyone get close to it. Do you understand?"
Seeing the confused expression on the other party's fat face, Jack slapped him angrily. He tapped the fat on his face a few times and repeated loudly, "Do you hear me clearly?"
The fat security guard finally came to his senses, blinked his little eyes, and nodded repeatedly.
Jack ignored him and picked up a circle of straps placed on the cat litter, rushed to the man whose calf was blown off, reached out and pressed his carotid artery hard, causing him to pass out. .
His severed leg was tied tightly with a tie, and the instantaneous pain woke the man up from his coma.
"Hey! Hey! Don't be nervous, you will be fine." Feeling the other person's fierce struggle, Jack firmly pressed his chest with one hand to prevent him from moving, and at the same time raised his head and looked around.
There were many injured, but there were also many who were just frightened and were in a state of shock, looking at themselves with blank expressions. "FBI! A few people are here to help. We need to get the wounded out as soon as possible!" Jack loudly identified himself again.
When a group incident occurs, the timely appearance of a leader is crucial. The first person to come forward is called a hero because he rises To take the lead in the positive direction.
Of course, after this, the second and third responders are equally important. Only in this way will more people follow and give positive feedback.
Fortunately, this is Texas, and the strong folk customs also mean that there is no shortage of people who are willing to stand up in public, and someone quickly responded.
Several men and women of different races and skin colors struggled to stand up. A young black man who looked very well-dressed was the first to stumble forward, kneel beside the injured man's leg, and help hold down the wound.
“I used to be a military doctor, tell me what to do now?”
Looking at him biting his fat lips so hard that they bled, and his face turned pale, Jack felt a little agitated. Unexpectedly, a soldier shouldn't behave like this, so he subconsciously asked, "PTSD?"
The young black man nodded, with a trace of shame on his face.
Jack patted him on the shoulder and said nothing more, "Find someone to drag him outside together, wait for rescue, and stay away from the body over there."
After that, he stood He stood up and loudly ordered others, "Evacuate everyone to the parking lot outside, and a few people will come with me to help the injured."
Jack turned around and continued walking deeper into the supermarket, the fire became more and more intense. The heat wave was coming, and we couldn't waste any more time.
Except for the big beard at the door, the other three were detonated after entering the supermarket. This arrangement is quite insidious. It used the previous three explosions to cause chaos and blocked the door when people fled. The final ending was just to cause maximum casualties.
Stepping on the ground that became slippery with blood, there was a young couple in front of them. The woman fell to the ground and she didn’t know whether she was alive or dead. The man held her tightly in his arms and called her in a weak voice. name.
Kneeling on one knee and touching the woman's neck, there was still a weak pulse. Jack casually released a healing spell and tried to save his life first.
"Hey, hey, she's still alive, can you still get up? Get her out first." The man heard Jack's call and struggled to get up. The scene in front of him suddenly made Jack's pupils shrink.
I saw a thin iron pipe, which may have been knocked off the shelf, inserted straight into the man's back heart, and then emerged from his chest, pushing up the T-shirt on his chest, and the blood slowed down. Slow flowed from the wound, staining his chest and back red.
The thin iron pipe was trembling slightly with the same rhythm as the beating of the heart, but the man seemed unaware and was still trying to pick up his lover.
"Don't move!" Jack grabbed his shoulders firmly with both hands and shouted over his shoulder, "Doctor, here!"
The young black military doctor stumbled forward and was stunned by the scene in front of him. He said in a trembling voice, "Don't touch that thing, hold him up and don't let him fall."
Being Heartbroken The man followed the gazes of the two men and looked at his chest, then his head dropped and he lost consciousness.
Jack held his upper body firmly with one hand, felt his pulse with the other hand, and looked at the military doctor with a horrified look on his face, "He is still alive. Is it possible to save him?"
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