Chapter 751 The Secret Service suddenly appeared
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 person who parked the car with the bomb in front of you. Garcia has confirmed it through surveillance, Hotch! Hotch? Are you okay?"
< br>"Don't shake me until I'm sick."
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, but fortunately his left leg blocked it. , otherwise it would be difficult for Halle to conceive a second child if the position were a little more biased.
Looking at Joyner who was lying on the ground and already unconscious, Jack could basically make up for the previous situation. When the explosion in the car in front occurred, Hotchner happened to be sideways in the driver's seat, causing shock waves and debris. It was basically blocked by the engine at the front of the Saab, so most of his injuries were on the left side of his body.
This is a blessing in misfortune. It is estimated that he woke up from the 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 died in the aftermath. In the fire.
Joyina'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, she could If the internal bleeding is stopped, I will probably have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.
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 a little unconscious, and asking him to use gauze to block the bleeding point on Joyner's waist, Jack walked to the literally unrecognizable corpse and performed the surgery. examine.
Although it is already summer, you can tell at a glance that the other party is just wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, but the lack of a bomb vest does not mean that there is 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 also the signal that Jack turns on before shooting. The reason for the jammer.
The deceased was a young white man. He looked about the same age as the black man who died in the alley before. There was no bomb on the body, and there was no identification. There was nothing except an anonymous mobile phone. Jack was very relaxed. tone, 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 Captain Warner hadn't known Jack and knew that he had a close relationship with his own director, I'm afraid these guys wouldn't 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 see if I can contact them through the NYPD dispatch center. It doesn't seem to be working. It's... Heading straight towards you, we will turn the corner soon.”
Jack had already heard the sirens 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 a first responder who volunteered to take the risk to help. I heard him and the ESU Negotiated," Garcia choked.
“OK, help me trace 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, and records show this number was dialed six times before the explosion, each time lasting less than a 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."
< br> 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 with a medical kit in his arms. "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 is a terrorist, he has been killed by me." Jack took out his ID and showed it, "Are you the only one? We need a stretcher, my My colleague suffered a spinal injury and cannot move freely.”
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, buddy." Jack patted him on the shoulder, took one of Hotchner's arms, helped him into the passenger seat of the ambulance, and then opened the rear door of the ambulance. A stretcher was pulled out and pushed to Joyner's side.
"3, 2, 1, up."
The two worked together to lift the still unconscious Joyner onto the stretcher. Jack got directly into the driver's seat and 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, stepped on the accelerator hard, and the ambulance started It started slowly at an anxious pace.
The hospital is very close. Although I don’t know what’s wrong with this ambulance and it can’t pick up the speed, but thanks to the NYPD blocking the surrounding traffic, it only took less than ten minutes for Jack to see the sign of the emergency room. Card.
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 pulled it out directly. After seeing this, the other people quickly drew their guns and pointed them at the ambulance.
"USSS (Secret Service), identify yourself!"
"FBI!" Jack felt irritated, wondering why the USSS appeared again. In addition to checking for counterfeit money, these guys are also protecting important personnel, and they are blocked in the hospital. What is this for at the door?
“I’m Inspector Jack Tavole. Next to me is Detective Superintendent Aaron Hotchner. Also in the car is Assistant Detective Superintendent Kate Joyner. They were both there just now. He was injured in the explosion."
"Proof of identity!" The man in the black suit pointing the gun at him softened slightly, but he still did not 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 demeanor 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.
The black suit read Jack's ID and whispered a few words into the walkie-talkie before putting away the pistol, but the next words made Jack angry again.
"I'm sorry, Agent, but this hospital is now on lockdown and all emergencies are being directed to Knox Hill Hospital."
"Are you serious?" Jack suppressed his anger, "I know Joey Reacher from our bureau. Call him and he can confirm my identity.
My colleague is dying now, and I don't have time to talk to you. Nonsense, either get out of the way or I rush in."
"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!”
(End of this chapter)