"Help, King! Mike has been shot!"

Wang Hao and Jerry had just ordered coffee at Starbucks and sat down, when they suddenly received a call from Franklin, Wang Hao was shocked: "What's the matter? Where are you ?!! now?"

"We are in the abandoned factory on this side of Material Road, and Mike has shed a lot of blood!"

"You wait, I'll be there right away!"

"Material Road, let's go!" Wang Hao threw down his coffee and Jerry jumped into the car and drove towards Material Road, sat in the car, took out wireless headphones and put them on, and began to contact Charles.

"Lao Cha! Help me check the abandoned factories near Material Road. Wang Hao's face was solemn.

"What's going on? Found the drug dealer?" Charles asked.

"A friend of mine has been shot, I'm going to rush over to help!" Wang Hao roared.

"This is not in accordance with the regulations, satellites can only be used for missions, not for private periods!" Charles said angrily.

"That's the undercover undercover guy I put on Martin's side!! Wang Hao didn't have a point, and began to flicker through gritted teeth, but Mike could barely be regarded as this identity.

"How do I know if you're lying to me!" Charles wondered.

"The last time he arrested that Allen, he was the one who acted together with us, otherwise Jerry and I would have killed Martin's people on the way to escort the prisoners! Why don't you help! If you don't help me, you won't do it!" Wang Hao said in a fire.

"OK!OK! Don't get excited, I'll take a look." There's an abandoned factory on the low hill northwest of Material Road, and I think it's the place you're looking for. Charles replied as he compiled the satellite imagery.

"King, there's first aid equipment in the back seat, should we call an ambulance?" Jerry asked as he raced down the road.

"Don't call an ambulance for the time being, let's go over and take a look first, if the situation is critical, I guess Xiaofu has already called an ambulance!" Wang Hao replied as he turned over to the back of the car and rummaged through the first aid kit.

"Wang, there is a steel circuit tower in the center of the abandoned factory area, and there is a green motorcycle and a badly damaged car parked next to it, maybe the person you are looking for is in the factory over there!" Charles's voice came.

“OK。 Thank you!"

"Wang, is the man who was shot Mr. McDee Santa last time we lent our yacht?" Jerry asked as he vaguely overheard the conversation between Wang Hao and Franklin.

"Well, Mike doesn't know what's going on, maybe it's Martin's good thing. Wang Hao said speechlessly.

"Wang, I found out the news here, an hour ago the IAA's medical examiner's office was attacked, according to the video facial recognition, the attacker is McDee Santa who lives on España Street, the guy whose original name is McTony, is it the same person as you?" Charles asked.

"Oh, our task force is really powerful, and it can check people's old backgrounds at once. Wang Hao sneered.

"The point is, this friend of yours is very powerful, when I found out his information, there were already people with advanced authority who were deleting the traces he left, the monitoring data of the forensic office that day, the illegal camera data at the nearby intersection or something were all deleted, and according to the tracking reality, the source of the other party turned out to be the FIB building. "Charles dutifully does his job as a support officer.

Wang Hao and Jerry ignored him, the Land Rover drifted into several corners in a row and rushed into Lanqiu Avenue and went straight to Material Road, and the drivers driving on the road poked their heads out and scolded, and some people even stretched out their middle fingers, and for a time the middle fingers were all over the street.

"Xiaofu, where are you!" Jerry drove the car to the designated position, Wang Hao jumped out of the car and saw Franklin's motorcycle, and immediately shouted loudly.

"Oh God, you're here, we're here!" Franklin beckoned, poking his head out of the window of the small factory.

Wang Hao immediately ran in with the medical kit, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Mike leaning against a broken mattress in the corner, blood oozing from his left shoulder, waist and outer thigh, and the wound was tied up with several dirty strips of cloth that were obviously vests.

"Hey Wang, if I die, you and Xiaofu will help me take care of Tracy and Jimmy!" Mike's face was pale, holding a cigarette in his right hand, he raised and took a puff tremblingly, and said to Wang Hao, who had just entered the door.

"Damn, you can't die yet, why did you want to die to attack the IAA's forensic department, you are living too leisurely, do you want to find death?" Wang Hao scolded as he rushed over and began to tear the torn bandages on Mike's body.

"Oh who, I just got caught up in the fantasy of an old-school gangster movie, damn it, are you really going to kill me like this?" Mike let out a scream, throwing the cigarette in his hand.

"You and Xiaofu are both second-class goods, the gunshot wound is tied up with such a dirty rag, what about showing off your feelings? Not afraid of tetanus? Not afraid of infection?" Wang Hao's heart was angry, and he was still pulling the bandage down regardless of it, Jerry couldn't stand it anymore, took out a pair of scissors from the infirmary and handed it over, Wang Hao was stunned, and then took it and stabbed it directly at Mike's wound.

"Whew, you daze, don't stab me!" Mike continued to scream.

"Shut up, you're not a woman, bear with it!" Wang Hao said disdainfully, his hands kept moving, and he neatly cut off all the dirty bandages, then cut off Mike's shirt and threw it aside, and then directly cut one leg of Mike's trousers into briefs.

"Alcohol disinfection!" Wang Hao shouted without replying.

Then when Jerry was still rummaging through the infirmary, Franklin picked up a bottle from the window and handed it over, Wang Hao didn't pay attention, reached out to take it, and scolded at a glance: "Xiaofu, you second goods, where do you get a bottle of industrial alcohol, do you want to play him to death?!"

"Well, I just happened to see this thing on the windowsill, didn't it say alcohol?" Franklin explained weakly.

"I'm speechless, there's a line under the alcohol, it's for industrial use only! Don't mess around here, Jerry, you're here to do me a favor!" Wang Hao shouted.

Jerry took out a large bottle of alcohol and handed it over with tweezers, leaned over to find the cotton ball, and was startled by Mike's miserable scream, looked up and saw that Wang Hao was using tweezers to open Mike's wound, and poured alcohol into it, Franklin, who was watching from the sidelines, was scared into a cold sweat, and his eyes when he looked at Wang Hao also became terrified, and Jerry glanced at each other, and both of them felt each other's expressions when they saw Godzilla.

Wang Hao was upset when he heard Mike's screams, so he pulled the torn shirt and stuffed it into Mike's mouth, then poured alcohol, and after the three wounds were treated, he took the surgical needle and thread from Jerry's hand and began to stitch up the wound.

"That...... Wang ......," Franklin said tremblingly.

"Shut up, don't you see I'm busy?!" Wang Hao interrupted impatiently.

"But...... Wang, it seems ......," Jerry said.

"Don't speak, hold him down for me, or you won't be able to close the wound." Wang Hao took a professional posture and started stitching directly.

"The bullet hasn't been taken out yet!! Franklin finally couldn't help but shout when he saw that Wang Hao was about to finish sewing up the wound on Mike's shoulder.

For a while, Wang Hao's body stiffened, and an atmosphere called embarrassment was spreading.