St. Barnia's Hospital, in the basement restroom, Baker threw a little water on his hot face.

Wearing a mask and wearing a white robe, this image is very safe in the hospital, Baker looked outside and no one paid attention to him, and quickly went around the aisle and into a door.

That's where Western hid his stuff.

Baker walked to the place where the box was kept, and when he saw that the box was still there, he breathed a long sigh of relief, reached out and picked up the box and ran into the garage as fast as he could, put the box in the trunk, thought about it, and took out a small ball of blood-stained cotton and put it in his pocket.

"Safety!" He let out a long sigh of relief.

Looking around, it was as normal as ever, except for a few black thugs smoking cigarettes on the side.

Baker frowned and was about to leave, when he suddenly touched his stomach, and just now he heard a cooing sound, looking at this time, he was almost about to eat lunch.

Looking out in a tangled way, it was windy and rainy, Baker gritted his teeth, there are restaurants and convenience stores in the hospital where you can buy food with your doctor's card, if something happens to you when you go out, you can't eat anything, the cash will always run out, and the credit card usage record will be tracked.

It should be safe now, the hospital is full of patients in chaos, and if there is an accident, it won't be these three or five minutes, it's not a movie.

Baker quickly ran back to the first floor, followed the hallway to the convenience store, took the bag and stuffed all kinds of food and drinks into it, I don't know how long I had to hide, but it was right to prepare according to the amount of food for ten days.

Don't put instant noodles in buckets, move the whole box away, and put all the high-calorie microwave food into the bag as long as you see it.

There is a heating service here, and instant noodles can also be brewed with boiling water, but the food is ten percent more expensive than the outside.

But now Baker doesn't care about that, he's a hospital employee with a consumption subsidy, and this may be the last time he's going to buy anything here.

You must know that in another ten and a half days, you will either become a superhero or a multi-millionaire, how can you go back here to buy things with female stars every day when you dine with female stars in Michelin-starred restaurants.

If you don't use up the money in the card, it's a real loss, and you can't afford to buy a cheap hospital.

"Lily, this one, this one! Hurry up. These gum sets also help me put them in the bag, thank you! ”

Baker kept pouring the contents of the bag down the cash register, swiping his hospital staff card for her, then went back to the shelves, and then took the things, this time to get enough, preferably to fill the trunk.

"What's wrong with you, buying so many things?" The cashier asked him curiously.

"I have some relatives in my house. They're going to stay for a while. Baker replied vaguely.

"Then you might have to push the cart, it's a bit too much." The cashier kindly told him.

"Well, help me put Lily in the cart." Baker squeezed out a smile and looked around for anything else to buy, in fact he wanted everything, and at this time Baker wished he had a prepared shelter, but unfortunately he didn't.

If they were looking for me, they would definitely go to my house first and ask everyone I had spoken to where I might have been.

Baker swallowed softly and looked at Lily to pretend to be casual and said, "Do you know if there are a lot of mosquitoes in that part of Colombia?" ”

"Which one?" Lily looked up suspiciously, "Where are you going?" ”

"Just ask." Baker smiled and shook his head, "I'm not going there." ”

Suddenly, he looked up and saw a familiar person appear in the aisle outside the door, only three meters away from the entrance of the convenience store, in the background of a group of black gangsters, very conspicuous.

Baker stepped back like an electric shock, hiding on the edge of the shelf and peeling a slit to look out.

It was like Agent Miller, who had been pricked in the buttocks, in a hospital gown, with his hands over his mouth as if to say something.

You didn't come to me, did you?

Baker secretly shrank back into the shelves, feeling uneasy, then took another step back, grabbed something backwards in his hands, and continued to look out of the shelves.

Now the two of them are no more than four meters away in a straight line, separated by a shelf and a glass wall.

Miller tapped twice on the microphone and whispered, "I'm at the convenience store." ”

Knocked two more times.

Miller said that Baker couldn't hear clearly, but his movements made Baker nervous and his pupils narrowed, this action was so professional and terrifying, not at all like the stupid guy who was pricked by needles and wanted to go crazy.

He's taking orders, he's looking for someone!

Who else can he turn to in this hospital?

Dead bald or Western?

Still is... I?

Baker looked down and shrunk to hide behind a few cases of Coke.

He came, stopped at the door, looked left and right, looked down the aisle, looked inside.

"Did you see Dr. Baker?" Miller asked the cashier with a casual look.

Miller's headphones rang suddenly, and a voice came out: "The convenience store has Baker's card swipe record!" ”

"Baker is there." The cashier gestured, and suddenly a look of fear appeared on his face.

Hiss~~~

Miller turned around, his eyes dark, his face covered in white powder.

With a bang, a dry powder fire extinguisher fell to the ground, and a figure rushed out of the convenience store.

"Fack!" Miller wiped his face indiscriminately, showed his two eyes, and chased after him fiercely, "Where did you run?" ”

The dozen or so thugs in front of him stretched out more than a hundred fingers in six or seven directions, and at least ten middle fingers pointed at Miller.

"Hey white pig, do you want to fight?"

Miller glared at the goods fiercely, covered his mouth and reported: "The convenience store found that Baker was run away by him, and the direction is uncertain." ”

"Underground garage!" Voices came from the headphones.

Miller ran on his legs, the underground garage, that is, the front corner security door down, will definitely be there!

Baker gasped for air, his foot stinging on the stairs as he had just gone downstairs, but the high level of tension had left him unpaid for his injuries.

The FBI wants to arrest itself, and it must be because of Shaun.

Hell, why should I run?

I didn't kill anyone, I didn't fight, I wasn't even an accomplice... I could turn myself in, Baker held his leg and shaking.

If I run in the car now, start, rush out of the garage, and rush into the infinite wind and rain, I may have to flee all the way, just like just now, but I am so tired of running away, I will die!

Baker doesn't want to be arrested by the FBI, who knows what the purpose of these agents is, it's not sure if they're real agents, well, it should be true, but even if it's true, it could be used to do bad things, such as killing an innocent hospital employee...

Baker suddenly heard the sound of his footsteps running, he quickly shrank back, and the door behind him loosened and opened.

Whispering in the door, the door closed, and through the crack in the door, the back of Miller holding a gun could be seen. Baker shuddered.

There was a voice coming from the garage, and it seemed that there was more than one person.

They found out I wasn't in the garage and would look for me again, I had to hide, Baker turned his head to look back, and there was a morgue.

There were more than a dozen corpses, which had not yet had time to be placed in the freezer.

The room temperature is below ten degrees, but the smell is still terrible, all kinds of nausea. If you imagine it, this kind of place is something that normal people don't want to come into.

Baker was just an otaku who would play games with machines, he wasn't the kind of doctor who didn't feel emotionally fluctuating in the face of all kinds of blood, and at that point, he was at least one Wall Street away from Western.

I don't want to think about what these people look like when they die!

Baker swallowed softly, walked to a corner and took a white sheet from the cabinet, endured the vomiting sensation and found a bed to lie down, pulling the cloth to cover himself with his head and face.

"I shouldn't have come back, that's stupid!"