Chapter 752: Go to Central Park!
However, the black suit was released, but Jack did not move. Instead, he turned around and asked the distraught Hotchner in a low voice, "That terrorist who pretended to be a civilian, what did he say to you at that time?"
"What did you say?" Hotchner tried his best to shake his dizzy head and subconsciously repeated the question. Due to excessive blood loss and the timely appearance of his teammates, the effect of adrenaline faded quickly. I couldn't bear it anymore and just wanted to fall down and have a good sleep.
"He said. He recognized me as a police officer. Well, he saw the gun on my waist, so he recognized me as a police officer. Then he told me that he called 911. When you came He had been with me and Kate before."
"But he didn't call 911." Jack thought of the anonymous mobile phone he had found on the deceased, which had only an unknown number on it. "He did. Do you want to make a phone call in person? ”
"Yes." Hotchner was horrified, already vaguely understanding what Jack was implying, and couldn't help but look behind the ambulance compartment.
“Don’t be stupid.” Jack pushed him, opened the small window connected to the ambulance compartment, and said anxiously to the bald first responder, “Man, this hospital is blocked. We need to transfer to Knox Hill Hospital, do you know how to get there?”
Because Jack never turned off the ambulance siren, the first responder in the back car didn’t know what he said to the people outside. , "Knox Hill Hospital? It's too far there. I don't think she can make it to Knox Hill Hospital. You are the FBI, shouldn't you have any privileges?"
"OK, I'll do it right now. Call my superiors, man, thank you." Jack already knew it, closed the small window again, turned off the ambulance siren, opened the door and got out of the car under the confused eyes of the Secret Service agents outside.
"Give me your walkie-talkie and I want to talk to Joey Reacher directly."
"Didn't I say you could do it?" The man in the black suit holding the walkie-talkie didn't understand what was going on, but was interrupted by Jack's tilted look in the middle of his words. He immediately handed the walkie-talkie to him with understanding, and waved to other colleagues to surround him from behind. Live ambulance.
Jack pulled out the Sig Sauer P320-XTen from his waist and pressed the call button on the intercom, "Joy, it's me, Jack, who am I protecting in the hospital?"< br>
"Jack? Is it you? This is confidential, I can't" came the voice of Jack Reacher's brother Joey on the intercom.
"Listen to me, this is very important. The people you protect may be in danger. I don't have time to explain now. Do you trust me, right?" Jack's voice was steady, and he walked to the ambulance as he spoke. He reached the rear door and put his hand on the door handle.
Joy on the other side of the intercom was a little confused, "Of course, but okay, you can't leak this information to the outside world. It's the president of Bolivia. He came here for heart surgery and is on the operating table now."
Jack had already walked around to the rear door of the ambulance, pulled the door handle, and opened the rear door of the ambulance.
At this time, a frightening long "beep" sound came from the ambulance. This was the alarm of the heart rate monitor. He was pressing his hands on Joyner's chest and was preparing to give her a heart massage. The bald first responder turned around nervously.
"Man, we're losing her! Her heartbeat"
"Bang! Bang!"
The body of the bald first responder fell headlong next to the stretcher, I will never die with my eyes in peace.
"What the hell is going on?" Several Secret Service agents who were completely confused about the situation subconsciously pointed their guns at Jack who fired.
"Put down the gun, put down the gun." The man in the black suit who had checked Jack's ID probably guessed something and quickly pressed the muzzle of his colleague's gun.
"I will explain to Joey later, but now I want to ask you one thing." Jack forcefully pulled the stretcher out of the ambulance. At this time, Hotchner also staggered to his side, with a look on his face. He looked at Joyner who was still unconscious with concern.
"Help me send them both to the emergency room. They both need a doctor." Jack pulled out the IV and checked Joyner's condition, then picked up a syringe on the ground and looked at it. Gouri's addition of nitroglycerin to the saline caused her arrhythmia.
Then he climbed into the car, dug around on the body of the bald first responder, or terrorist, and found a pistol and an anonymous mobile phone.
Throwing the body out of the ambulance, Jack looked around and reached out to open the lockers in the car one by one. Several Secret Service agents standing behind the car and looking inside gasped. Angry, he subconsciously took two steps back.
Every place in the car that could be used to store things was filled with bags of red "chocolate"-like objects. When Jack finally pulled up the one on the side of the car that could be used as both a seat and a storage space. When looking at the cover of the long metal seat, the dense lines inside and a mobile phone connected to these lines fully explain everything. "I'll leave this to you."
Jack jumped out of the car, closed the door again, and quickly got into the cab.
"Jack!" Hotchner, who was holding the stretcher, shouted to him subconsciously, his eyes full of worry. He knew exactly what Jack was going to do.
"We have to find a safe place." Jack replied calmly, sounded the siren, stepped on the accelerator, turned the car around and left.
It’s not that he wants to act like a hero, the problem is that the C4 that he saw just now weighs a ton. Who knows how much those terrorists packed into the whole car? No wonder he stepped on the accelerator of the car before. I couldn't run fast, so I thought the car was in poor condition.
This is Manhattan where land is at a premium. If so many C4s were detonated underground in the hospital, it would be enough to destroy the entire building. Even if it exploded on an empty street, the buildings on both sides might not be able to be saved.
According to the previous operating style of the Durange drug cartel, in addition to manual detonation, a timer device must have been set for safety.
Although he just didn’t see a timer that would sound a beeping alarm like the ones used to arouse the audience’s emotions in movies, the bomb this time was not like the threat that was placed around Alice’s neck last time. The full-flavored collar bomb needs a conspicuous red display to remind the FBI of the time.
Just as Jack was driving and thinking about a suitable location, Garcia's anxious voice came from the communication channel.
"Jack, something is wrong. The number you asked me to check has been moving, which is consistent with the movement route of your ambulance. You are being followed."
Driving one The "self-explosion truck" that can smash oneself to pieces would be a lie if someone said he wasn't afraid. This time someone's adrenaline was already running high.
While trying not to let his legs tremble when he stepped on the accelerator, he tried to keep his voice steady, "It's not that we are being followed, but that the terrorists pretended to be emergency personnel. He has been killed by me, but There is one last problem to solve .
Garcia, I need you to help me find a place where I can safely detonate a load of C4 explosives, starting from one ton, maybe two tons, maybe more, the sooner the better, damn, this The car can now drive up to 60 yards.”
There was silence in the channel, as if Garcia was trying to digest the meaning of Jack's words.
"Garcia, are you still there? Help!" Jack was a little anxious.
"OK, OK." Garcia was even more nervous than he was, and the sound of her typing on the keyboard came from the channel.
“Well, drive north, Central Park, that’s the largest open space in Manhattan, my God, why is it you every time, why does it have to be you every time to do this kind of thing!”
"Maybe because I'm handsome enough." Jack looked at the road and opened the anonymous mobile phone he just found from the bald terrorist. As expected, he found a caller number on it. He knew without guessing that it belonged to The kid from before pretending to be a civilian.
Obviously, the phone number of this phone was the one he asked Garcia to check before. Then he found a countdown on the phone as expected, which made him slightly relieved. There were nearly 20 minutes left.
"Garcia, contact Chief Regan of the NYPD directly and tell him that they have 15 minutes to evacuate people in Central Park. The bomb will explode in 19 minutes and 20 seconds. The range will be large and a large enough bomb is needed. Evacuation area."
Garcia's voice was filled with tears again, "We are already in contact. Thank God, because the NYPD maintained a traffic blockade before, there will be no traffic jams, and you can get there in ten minutes at most. Get there."
"Okay, just in case, I should turn on the signal jammer and ask the NYPD people to wait for me at the south entrance, the one with the subway entrance. Wish me well. Good luck!”
“Jack!” Garcia cried, and the next moment, the signal was interrupted.
(End of this chapter)