By the time the police arrived at the safe house, the white ghost had already slipped away along the roof.

In addition to the corpses left in one place, there was not a single living mouth left at the scene.

This made many police officers who saw the scene can't help but feel sick to their stomachs and retch.

Suddenly, there was a rush of shouts, "Doctor, where is the doctor? God, there is still a living one here."

Everyone who heard the cry for help rushed in the direction from which the sound came, and it was a black uncle with a dart stuck in his head, his face covered in blood, and unconscious.

But such an injured person, not dead, let alone say, his closed eyes are still moving.

Those who were frightened to see all this called out to God.

Even the young emergency doctor who rushed over had an incredible expression on his face when he saw this situation, and he didn't even have the courage to remove the injured person's hair for examination.

For fear that a slight touch will kill the injured person, or scratch the other person's brain.

Fortunately, the emergency doctor didn't dare to do anything, but he still knew that he was a doctor, so he hurriedly shouted to the doctors and nurses in his companionship, "Use a portable instrument to do a brain scan and blood test for him first."

We have to make sure that while lifting the injured person, not only do the necessary tests be done, but the operating room must also be ready.

Otherwise, it is better not to leave the injured person alone, so as to maintain his vital signs."

The two doctors who were traveling together looked at the darts on the wounded man's head, thought about it, and nodded together in agreement.

"Inform Dr. Cliff, who is holding a medical seminar in Cape Town, and tell him that no one in Johannesburg will dare to take over the operation except him."

"Understood", a clever doctor at the scene nodded busily and ran outside.

Within a minute, Dr. Cliff, who was holding a neurosurgery seminar in Cape Town, received an urgent notice.

But after listening to the doctor's description of the wounded's injuries, the best surgeon in Johannesburg also had a big head.

However, thinking of the nationality of the injured person, this guy rolled his eyes, and found doctors from two rice countries and asked for help.

If someone from his own country is injured, no matter what he thinks in his heart, the doctors in the United States can only take the initiative to discuss it.

But after discussion, everyone came to the conclusion that the risk was too great, and if the injured person was still conscious, then it would not be a big problem.

But now that the injured person is unconscious, the dart is likely to pass through the skull, in which case even sending the injured person on a stretcher could injure the brain.

Just as everyone was thinking about it, the two men in black suits quickly walked into the meeting site, looked around and walked straight to the side of the three Cliffs.

"Dr. Cliff, Dr. Ward", the middle-aged man in the suit who spoke paused and looked at the last doctor and said, "Dr. Strange, can you take a step to speak?"

Glancing at the middle-aged man suspiciously, Strange nodded, the two walked to a place where no one was, and the middle-aged man took out his ID, "My name is Davy, and I am the director of C1A."

"You, hello".

It's not that I'm afraid of C1A, but as soon as I heard the other party report his identity, Strange understood that trouble was coming, "So this person with a knife in his head is your person?"

David was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, but he's far more important than me, the director."

Speaking so directly to Strange, David was surprised that he could only pick something to say and explain, "Since you guessed something, then I'll make it clear,

The wounded are traitors we have been hunting for almost two decades, this time because not only did he lose 6 agents in C1A, but the Mi military also lost 18 heavily armed elites.

So, I don't say it, you can also understand the importance and top secrecy of the matter".

"But although I am a neurosurgeon, I don't specialize in trauma."

Although he is still a little patriotic, Strange does not want to risk his future to encounter extremely risky surgery.

He can have such great achievements in the field of medicine, in addition to his own extreme intelligence and excellent skills, it is also related to his ability to pick the injured, and he never touches the surgery that he is not sure of.

David wasn't surprised that Strange would refuse, and thought for a moment and said, "But you're the best specialist in neurosurgery we've found right now."

If you don't take over, then according to the on-site doctor's estimates, the injured person will most likely turn into a vegetative state, which is not the outcome we wanted.

The information in his head is not only what we C1A want to know, but even the people in the US military also want to get.

Doctor Strange, although we didn't give you an order, let alone make a decision for you, you have to understand that this time it is C1A and a Lieutenant General of the United States who are asking for you."

Hell, looking at David's eyes, Strange cursed in his heart, and when he hesitated in his heart, David's eyes changed, "Why don't I let General Ross, who has lost eighteen elites, invite you?"

However, if you really want him to come forward, it is not a question of whether you agree or not, even if you sue us afterwards, I guarantee that the final result will not be resolved."

The other party said it so clearly, Strange frowned, thought for a while and said, "Okay, I can take the surgery, but I need you to issue a disclaimer, anything other than the operation has nothing to do with me today."

Seeing that the exemption that Strange wanted had nothing to do with the operation, David immediately felt that the other party was absolutely confident that he would not make a mistake in the operation.

"No problem, Dr. Strange, you have the final say on anything in the operation, and we'll take care of the rest."

After the two finished speaking, they took the two doctors, Cliff and Ward, got into a helicopter, and flew to Johannesburg.

Half an hour ago, Colin and Tobin, who were in the interrogation room of the safe house, could not hear the gunfire outside and did not get a message from the C1A battle group, and the two of them knew that the safe house had been overrun.

Colin held his phone and talked to his boss, David, while holding a gun and staring at Tobin.

When he heard his boss say that he would save Tobin's life no matter what, Colin nodded in agreement, and couldn't help but think about how to get out.

It's not that there is no way out, it's a big deal to return to the Assassin Brotherhood, so he has no plans to sacrifice himself for the United States.

And Colin's expression was also seen by Tobin, who was always paying attention to him.

"Hey man, since we don't want to die, should we help me uncuff them?"

Moving his handcuffed hands and feet, Tobin smiled and said, "If you knew who the person who had been chasing me was, you would know that none of us would survive without joining forces."

"No need," Colin snorted coldly, "It won't take ten minutes for a large number of reinforcements to arrive, and even if this interrogation room is blown up with explosives, don't think about breaking through the alloy door as thick as your fingers in a short time."

Seeing that Colin was willing to talk, Tobin smiled at the corner of his mouth and deliberately said in a deep voice, "Have you heard of Transformers?"

As a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, Colin has his own secret channels, and of course he has heard of the alien life that has made the Mi people angry.

"Do you want to make a sum of money calculated in hundreds of millions of dollars?"