Chicago time, 5:32 a.m.

Chicago City South, North and South Memorial Hospital.

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor of the inpatient department, and when the elevator doors opened, von Schneider walked out with a blank face, followed by a group of men and women in black windbreakers behind him.

The inpatient department on the third floor, which was supposed to be silent at the North and South Memorial Hospital, was now bustling like a boiling kettle, with the sound of footsteps, the noise of people, the rustle of pagers, and the fact that most of the people walking in the corridor were police officers in Chicago P.D uniforms, and the incandescent lights in the corridors were dazzlingly bright, illuminating the entire corridor without leaving shadows.

As soon as Schneider stepped out of the elevator door, his eye-catching exaggerated outfit attracted the attention of one of the officers, and he walked straight to the elevator entrance to block his path: "Chicago P.D., this place has been cordoned off, please move to another floor." ”

Schneider didn't speak, just stared at him expressionlessly, and the officer shivered at the pair of iron-gray cold eyes for no reason, and the police badge he raised involuntarily put down.

"It's you who should move, this place has been taken over by the relevant authorities." Without waiting for the officer to issue another warning, the man in the trench coat on Schneider's left stepped forward: "Inform your superiors to talk to me." ”

The police officer was a little unsure of the bottom of the cold-faced trio that came out of the elevator for a while, but at least after being in the police station for a long time, he learned a good job, and he definitely didn't touch half a point if it wasn't his job, he just hesitated for a moment and picked up the pager on his chest to report: "Well, deputy director, there are three people here who claim to be relevant departments who want to see you." ”

In less than half a minute, an old police officer with gray hair and old age came hurriedly on the other side of the corridor, and the police badge hanging on his chest had an eagle spreading its wings and a five-pointed star embedded at the top.

"The above notice said that someone would come to deal with this case, but I didn't expect you to really come." The old police officer was none other than the deputy chief of Chicago P.D., and he wiped his sweat and quietly looked at the strange man in front of him in an iron mask, and behind him he even saw a small car with an oxygen cylinder.

"Three minutes." Schneider said hoarsely.

"What?" The deputy director didn't understand for a while.

"What our minister means is to empty your men within three minutes, and the people from our department will soon be in the takeover site." The woman in the trench coat explained.

"Okay, no problem, we protect the scene very well, and you can rest assured that there is absolutely no damage at all." Wiping his sweat, the deputy chief picked up the pager and ordered all the officers on the floor to evacuate the scene, and the three Schneider swept past him and walked deeper into the corridor without saying a word.

The first time they received the instructions of the deputy director, many police officers were at a loss, many people were still carrying out on-site sampling work, stopped halfway through the work and were at a loss, they were woken up by an emergency task in the middle of the night and rushed to the scene, but the work was not done and they ordered to evacuate?

When the deputy director's irritable roar resounded again, the police officers who were stunned in place woke up like a dream, and they packed up their tools and guys and ran to the safe passage with a depressed and aggrieved face.

Beside the deputy director, the police officer who stopped Schneider and the three at the beginning couldn't help but whisper when he looked at this scene: "Deputy director, what are those people?" FBI？ I don't usually see such a big face for the FBI in our bureau, so it can't be a CIA person, right? Why would they bother with a murder in a hospital? ”

"Don't ask so many questions, our mission is to cooperate with them, this is a dead order passed down from above." The deputy chief controlled the volume and shouted at the officer.

In the corridor, the Chicago P.D. police officers, on-site samplers, and autopsy forensics all evacuated from the safe passage non-stop, and the deputy chief wiped his sweat and waited until the last officer left, then he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the yellow cordon in the depths of the corridor and prepared to leave.

But at this time, the sound of neat footsteps suddenly sounded in the safe passage, and the deputy director was stunned for a moment, wondering if the group of Wang Ba calves in the bureau couldn't understand the order or what, why did they run back again? He was angry and ready to open the door to reprimand his subordinates in the corridor, but before he could reach the door, the door of the safe passage was violently pushed open.

Black trench coats poured into this level, and everyone was dressed in the same terrifying manner, wearing the badge of the Half-Decayed World Tree on their chests, and their faces were cold and exuding a solemn aura.

The number of black trench coats pouring into the floor was about twenty or thirty people, and after entering the floor, they began to lock off the scene without stopping, the new cordons kept opening, the flash of the camera couldn't stop dazzling people's eyes, and some people carried ultraviolet lamps to sweep every inch of the floor of the corridor without knowing what they were looking for.

It was clear that the Black Trench Coats were well-trained, and even if they only needed a glance at each other in silence, they could quickly complete the division of labor, even if the hallway was overcrowded again, there was not the slightest sense of noise, only the rustle of footsteps rubbing against clothes, and only occasionally the muffled discussion could be heard.

The deputy chief who remained at the scene had to admit that the overall texture of the group of 'relevant departments' sent from above was somehow higher than the Chicago P.D police officers standing in the floor just now, at least he didn't see any of these people eating hot dogs and yawning at the scene like his subordinates.

All the Black Trench Coats work with a heinous and serious attitude, with a focused and grim expression on their faces, as if what they are about to take over is not a murder case that happened in the hospital in the early hours of the morning, but a major crisis related to the security of the world.

In contrast, the deputy director in the director's police uniform stood here like an outsider, and compared to standing stupidly, he felt that he might be able to relieve the embarrassing atmosphere with multiple hot dogs in his hand. He still remembers the instructions given to him before the mission, that is, to protect the scene, not to let anyone destroy the evidence of the crime, and wait until the relevant departments take over.

At the same time, he was also strictly ordered to be still and talk to the personnel of the relevant departments for more than ten words, and he left immediately after completing the task, but now it is also a problem for him to stay here, and the pestle was there for less than half a minute, and a black trench coat came to ask him if he was lost, and the elevator downstairs could be used to send him in, completely ignoring the power that his police uniform of this symbol represented in the city.

But the deputy director could only smile bitterly and was 'invited' into the elevator at the moment, and the official was crushed to death, you must know that the superior who gave him the order directly was not only one or two years older than him.

After asking all the unrelated personnel to leave, one of the black trench coats pressed the headset and reported: "Minister Schneider, all unrelated personnel have left the venue. ”

In the depths of the corridor, Schneider held down the headset and said coldly: "The on-site investigation team immediately conducted evidence sampling, the blockade team controlled the entrance of the building and did not allow anyone to step into this floor, the environmental control team did not need to apply if they found suspicious characters in the surrounding area, they immediately arrested and allowed to use Frigga bullets, and live ammunition could be used in special cases, everyone, the operation began." ”

After all the orders were given, a machine called the 'Kassel Academy Executive Department' was put into operation, and the entire North and South Memorial Hospital was shrouded in black-clad owls with sharp beaks and minions, and from that moment on, the Kassel Academy officially took over the general hospital in the south of Chicago.

After finishing the order, Schneider put down the hand holding the headset and looked ahead, "Okay, now let's see how you died, Andre." ”

Wherever he looked, in the cordoned ward, a headless corpse lay quietly in a pool of blood, with a blood-stained, half-decayed World Tree emblem pinned to the chest of his coat.

Executive 'C' Commissioner, Andre Rooney, pronounced dead.