"Is everything alright? Are there any casualties—"

Just as the on-site person in charge of SFPD was shouting in front of the window with a loudspeaker to count down, and the SWAT team was preparing for a surprise attack in front of the door, Woody had already moved to the edge of the cordon, looked at the closed gate of the villa worriedly, and reported the situation to Robert on the other end of the headset, "The police can't wait any longer, there were continuous gunshots in the villa just now, and it was initially judged that there was a firefight...... Now we can only pray that they are okay. ”

“shit。” Robert, who was always mild-mannered, cursed loudly on the phone, "Shitshit—is SWAT in charge of the break-in?" ”

"Yes, it should be your designated elite team." Woody said, glancing at the ordinary police officer next to him, who was glaring at him viciously, as if extremely dissatisfied with Woody's overstepping. "The medical helicopter had just landed, and it was on standby nearby - hopefully they won't need it...... Fuck, I mean, hopefully they can get away safely and not get hurt. ”

Robert didn't care about his gaffe, but simply said, "Keep the call, don't hang up, and keep me updated." ”

"Understood." Woody said that he also quieted down, calmly bearing the angry glare of the police, staring at the door with a heavy heart, listening to the police countdown, "10, 9, 8, 7-"

'Boom', a helicopter motor spinning suddenly pierced the silent night sky again, and at the same time, the pillar of light of the spotlight was suddenly hit to the door, illuminating a huge bright spot in this dark place, and the SWAT team SWAT team adjusted their postures, but still maintained their attention to the room, and at the same time, Woody and almost all the police officers around him cursed softly, "Fuck! ”

"What?" Robert asked sensitively on the other end of the phone, "What's wrong?" ”

"Aerial helicopter." Woody scolded secretly, "The media is here." ”

Of course, given the timing, it makes sense that the media would arrive now, but that doesn't diminish the sense of depression it causes, and Woody can only secretly hope that the scene is not too bloody, or else he wants to know how the media will report - of course, at all, it is not this at all that matters now, but the safety of Jennifer and Cesare.

Perhaps because of this, Robert's reaction to the news was rather indifferent, and Woody did not say any more, but waited in silence for the SWAT team to break down the door, but the person in charge also seemed to be irritated by the light of the news helicopter, and instead of continuing to count, he turned his head and walked to the edge of the cordon and communicated with another colleague. Woody wanted to rub over to find out the news, but he was stopped by the police officers watching him after he took a step.

"Don't go anywhere, soldier." His hostility towards Woody was clear, "Your own troubles aren't over yet - you'll have to go with us to the bureau in a moment." ”

Woody felt a wave of irritation in his heart, but he didn't continue to argue - he knew that it was already Robert who could stay on the edge of the cordon, or that the face of the mayor and superintendent of San Francisco was at work, and any slightest uncooperative move would make him lose the right to stay on the scene, and he would be driven out of the cordon like James to wait for news.

"Understood, officer." Pressed not to show too much sarcasm in his voice, Woody said, and he retreated and looked at the door of the villa, feeling a growing sense of foreboding: if Cesare's side had the advantage, they would have opened the door anyway, and the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable the signs became, and he could not help but feel anxious.

As for the feud between him and the police department, Woody didn't take it seriously - even if Jennifer and Cesare had a ...... What he didn't want to see, Robert was not willing to help, and the company would vouch for him. What's more, Woody doesn't think he did anything wrong, and there is actually only one reason why this group of police officers are angry with him, that is, he went past them and called the SWAT team directly, so that they lost the initiative, and of course, they also lost a great opportunity to be in the limelight, and there is a high possibility that they will become the object of media ridicule and get into trouble.

From the time Cesare got the gun and closed the door, in fact, about three quarters of an hour later, Woody received a call from Robert shortly after the door was closed, and he had always known that the CEOs of these multinational companies were ' There is a way', but even so, Robert's efficiency still took him by surprise, at that time he had already contacted the mayor of San Francisco and called the superintendent from his bed, the SWAT team arrived almost at the same time as the local police, and even a step ahead of the local police, considering that their station was farther away, it was undoubtedly violent. The lack of response from the local police force was exposed, which made all the local police officers who thought they were about to take on a big case full of resentment, and naturally it was difficult for Woody to have a good face, and even blamed him for his decision to hand over the gun to Cesare, believing that it would make the situation more unstable and increase the number of casualties.

In fact, their accusations are not unreasonable, if Cesare was a rookie who had never touched a gun, a gun would not have helped him as much as a dagger, and even if he could use a gun, in a hostage, a rash shot would often result in heavy casualties and a horrific scene of hostage. However, Woody thinks that all of his judgments are in the interest of his employer - Cesare is a good marksman, and even his direct employer, Jennifer, has been exposed to shooting many times, although most of them are for shooting needs, but she is also very experienced in shooting.

Moreover, according to the position and identity of the kidnappers at the time, even if the other party is not a veteran, he must be well prepared, without a gun, the situation will only get worse, and it can even be said that there is no hope, and this situation does not have to ask for several specific situations of SWAT, it is difficult to say whether the local police will take the initiative to contact their superiors, and how much time will be consumed in boring case cross-examination, hesitation, instructions and bureaucratic bargaining, and this is a risk they cannot afford to take, the longer the time drags on, the more news the media will know, If the kidnappers had seen on the news that he had handed Cesare the gun, Woody would not have been sure how things would have changed - there were so many people around him that in his experience, there would always be people who had leaked his mouth, and that the media would always be willing to publish it.

The helicopter light moved away, and with the rumbling sound, they flew to the landing site farther away, but it didn't have much effect, because more live trucks were coming, and Woody had one more thing to worry about - he hoped that the vehicles wouldn't block the way out, after all, judging by the sound of gunfire, it was likely that someone could have used an ambulance - but the door hadn't opened yet-fuck, why hadn't it opened yet...... Is there no living person in it anymore?

When Woody's mood became heavier and heavier, the person in charge also returned to the front of the villa, and it could be seen that his expression was also very anxious - whether it was the identity of the hostage or the gunfire just now, the police's nerves were highly tense.

"10, 9, 8-" he counted down again, "7, 6-"

"Ahh In the exclamation of many people outside the cordon, the door was opened, and the SWAT team immediately made all preparations to shoot, but soon a shout came from inside the door, "It's me, Charles!" ”

"Whew!" Woody gasped, and the crowd of onlookers let out sighs of relief, but the SWAT officers remained on guard, two men pushed the door, and several others still held their guns, "Put your hands in a visible position - are there any casualties?" ”

"The kidnappers are dead," Charles shouted, "and a doctor and scissors are needed, and Jennifer rolled down the stairs with her hands handcuffed - but no one else was hurt." ”

The door opened, and the smell of blood burst out, and Charles stood in the doorway with his hands raised, looking very nervous, tired, and obviously frightened - but it was also human nature, and through the door it was clear that the remaining two hostages and Cesare were crouching in the hall, apparently looking after Jennifer - she had just experienced a bump, and it was normal for her to be unable to stand up with plastic handcuffs on her hands.

The SWAT officers lifted their guard slightly, but still professionally rushed into the hall to clear the dead spots, Woody let out a long breath, only then did he feel how fast his heart was beating, and he wanted to step forward, but was stopped again, "Oh, is there any danger if I go in now, officer?" ”

"What happened? Woody? Were they rescued? Robert asked sensitively on the other side of the phone, and Woody hurriedly told him the good news, "Everyone is fine, the robber is dead - I wanted to go over and see, but the police wouldn't let me go." ”

"Wait a minute." Robert said succinctly, and Woody couldn't help but smile to himself: normally, he doesn't like to bully, but this is the case when the other party is hateful.

"Hey, Woody!" James squeezed through the crowd, "Are you okay already?" ”

"Jennifer rolled down the stairs - most likely escaping the damn madman, and Cesare - " Woody gestured to shoot, but not loudly, as the crowd of onlookers listened with interest to his speculation, and several reporters were rampage through with a large crowd of live streamers.

"Shit, isn't this the most heaviest in the world. Mom's outrageous party? James was also noticeably more relaxed, and instead of talking about the situation in the house, he took out his phone and handed it to Woody, "A lot of people called you just now, boss--you don't have to pay attention to him, I've already told him we're not in there, and Judy. Ackerman, Jim. Davidson, and of course Mary -- oh, and this, GE contact, whose call should I return first? ”

"GE's liaison?" Woody asked, he was a little puzzled: the incident has not happened for less than an hour, and the media has only arrived now, so it is estimated that the first report has not been released. It's not surprising that Mary, Jim, and others know the news, but, ge? "How did they know about it? Was it Mary who told them? ”

At the same time, Robert began to speak in the headphones, and Woody had to shout at James, "Leave it alone - call Mary - Robert, can I go in now, who should I go to?" ”

While Robert was speaking, a police officer had already come over with a gloomy look on his face, and gestured to Woody, who glanced at the fat officer who was guarding him, and trotted into the house—the SWAT had already rushed up to the second floor to begin the investigation, and several medics rushed through the spurs, rushed into the house before him, and crouched down beside Cesare and Jennifer.

"She kept saying she was nauseous and wanted to throw up." Cesare nodded to Woody and began to explain Jennifer's reaction, and Woody took a step away, making room for the medics and helping to lift the hostage on the other side—the girl also looked a little uncomfortable, and her male companion kept whispering reassurances to her.

"Are you alright? Miss. He said with concern, "Are you hurt too?" ”

"Miss Jefferson, can you see my finger clearly? Can you sit up? The medic questioned behind his back, and Woody listened half of Jennifer's response, her tone groggy and unconscious: "I-I'm dizzy, I want to throw up...... Cold ......"

"Huh?" The hostage also looked a little dizzy, and she shook her head. "I'm not hurt—"

"But there's blood on your face." Woody pointed this out, pinning the hair from the hostage's face to the back of his head, "Are you sure you're not hurt?" ”

"What! Jon—"

"Mr. Vijeri, can you get out of the way to the left, yes, let's hold her head-"

"Tell me what I should do, it's better to cut off the handcuffs first, she said the hands are uncomfortable, do you have a blanket-"

"But I don't," the girl named Jon was startled, but she was much more sober, and she touched her whole body, "I really don't-oh-fuck-"

Several people's eyes focused on her outstretched hand—the dark red blood stains stood out on her white hand, and Jon grinded his fingers, lowered his head and grabbed her velvet black dress, rubbing it in his hand, and a fresh smell of blood suddenly emanated.

"Shit, shitshit—" she said, looking shaky again, Woody turned his head to call someone, but Jon wasn't as agile as a patient with a gunshot in the thigh, and she grabbed Woody's arm and took a few steps forward with him as support.

“j.j！” She shouted, "J.J-she's hurt-"

But almost everyone chose this time to shout or speak, and Jon's voice was completely drowned out in the flood of vocals. "Blood loss on her back, shit, she must be prone on her stomach, it should be a vein, not much, but still have a blood bag ready - ma'am, I want to know your blood type, ma'am, ma'am-"

"Cold ......"

"Get into the ambulance first, and maintain this position, Mr. Vijerry, I need you to come with me, cooperate with me, 3, 2-"

"Wait, she's got a nosebleed, Jesusfuckingchrist, J.J, J.J! don’t！ ，j.j！ ”

“fuck！ The patient loses consciousness and turns her back! We need hydraulic tongs, hydraulic tongs! Let the ambulance drive to the door - she vomits, hold her head, be careful, let her turn to the side - call headquarters, the patient has intracranial hemorrhage, get ready for CT and surgery, repeat, get ready for CT and surgery, the patient has signs of intracranial hemorrhage...... The patient has signs of intracranial hemorrhage......"

The sound of anxious footsteps, the honking of ambulances, the rumble of helicopters and the voices of people in the distance—Woody ran after the ambulance for a few steps, stopped blankly, and the blinding light made his eyes ache, and at some point, the news helicopter flew close again, and he found himself in the middle of their light.

"What's going on—what's going on!" Robert yelled in his headphones, mixed with the shrill honking of ambulances and the loud shutter sound, which almost made Woody feel a little dizzy and nauseous, he took off his headphones, tossed them aside, looked around at the reporters and bystanders with different expressions, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyelids.

“fuck。” He said, looking back at the mess of the hall with the buzz of his ears. “jesusfuckingchrist――jesus、fucking、christ……”