Bulk SMS?

It's a good idea, Victor nodded secretly, there are still talents in Studio 1.

Since Western didn't dare to turn on his phone, it was impossible for him to see the text messages!

The plan is looked down on.

The text message reads as follows:

Please stay calm when you see the message! Especially if there are strangers at home.

According to the latest investigation, the outbreak at St. Barnia Hospital in Los Angeles may have been caused by man-made. Western is on major suspicion of drug abuse for illegal human experimentation and has been linked to 10 medical malpractices, and he is now on the run.

He also stole important personal belongings from patients when he left the hospital.

Those who find their whereabouts and subdue them receive a $10,000 bonus.

Below is a list of phone numbers that point directly to the center of the charges in Los Angeles.

Below, there is a photo, a beautiful photo of Western.

…...

Ten thousand dollars?

Funny, 100,000 caught alive!

Victor revised the amount, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, approve, execute!

It feels quite sour, a man really can't be without power for a day, and the uncomfortable energy just now is like quitting drugs.

…...

Los Angeles, Dennis. Mick's home.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I might stay a little longer."

Western sat on the couch with his coffee in his hand, looking out the window, the car blocked by a low bush and the TV remote at hand.

He didn't want to be chatting and talking, and suddenly his face appeared on TV, and then he was charged with something.

"It doesn't matter, in such weather, if the car breaks down, I'm afraid the rescue won't arrive."

Talking Dennis. Mick is the owner of the family, his wife is Mirma, and they have a boy who is only ten years old and his name is Charlie.

Western came in under the pretext that his car had broken down, even though he used the pseudonym Wayne and did not show his papers.

But everyone is white, plus Western looks good, and the car is a new Cadillac, which is expensive, and is full of brand-name clothing that can't be beaten by the rain...

So he was warmly received, a cup of hand-ground coffee, a sandwich, and a dry towel.

"Aren't you going to call home?" Milma asked kindly.

"The phone at home is broken... It could be that the line was blown off by the wind. Western lied casually.

Looking at the phone with a frown, the battery was taken away, and he didn't dare to turn it on now, for fear that he would find out the location as soon as he turned it on, and I heard that the technology of the US intelligence department is now terrifyingly developed.

"West Coast hurricanes are really uncommon."

"Speaking of which, if there were a few hurricanes a year, California wouldn't be so dry. It's even good for Nevada. Dennis, as the male host, also sighed, he is an accountant.

"If there was more rain, we wouldn't have to worry about wildfires every year." Mirma also said with a smile.

"This unusual climate may have something to do with La Niña..."

Backbite!

The phone rang, attracting the eyes of three people.

"The hurricane is intensifying, let's not go out, it's terrible!" Dennis quietly put the phone down, "This weather reminds me that I still have a nice bottle of red wine, would you like to have a glass?" ”

Western looked at him, his voice sharpening, "Red wine? ”

"Yes, it's pretty good, let's have a drink!" Dennis stood up with a smile.

Western also stood up, his face pale and his eyes cold: "Sit down!" ”

Dennis swallowed softly: "Doctor? ”

Western didn't move, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Mirma looked at the two of them blankly: "What's wrong with you?" What doctor? ”

Dennis smiled stiffly and suddenly reached for his coffee cup.

Piping hot coffee is also a good weapon.

"What's wrong with you, Dennis, what did you just see on your text message?" Western smiled coldly, reached into his pocket and grabbed a scalpel, the cold light shining in his hand.

Dennis carefully pinched the cup and swallowed as he looked at the scalpel.

Mirma didn't see the knife, but saw that the two of them suddenly changed from talking to fighting: "Wait, what's going on?" ”

Dennis stared at Western tightly, and his knife: "His name is Best. Western, the attending physician at St. Bania's Hospital, spread the virus in the hospital and caused ten medical malpractice, and by the way, stole patients' belongings! ”

"It's not true!" Western shouted angrily, "They're slandering me, it's a frame-up!" Show me a text message! ”

Hold the scalpel in your hand tightly and hold it in front of your chest.

Western couldn't hide the anger in his heart, I'm a dignified attending doctor, and you actually pull the accusation on me like this!

Illegal experiments?

Spreading the virus?

Ten cases of medical malpractice?

Stealing a patient's personal belongings?

Damn... Well, I did it all but the virus!

But definitely not in this way!

"Stand back!" Western stretched out his knife, forcing Dennis to take a step back.

He had to reach for the phone on the table.

Mirma covered her mouth and screamed, "No! ”

Western only felt a sound in his ears, and the golden light flashed in front of him, and then it was black, and a series of thoughts flashed through his mind: I was hit in the head by a blunt object, and the consequence was concussion, cerebral hemorrhage, amnesia, paralysis, and vegetative death.

He shook it twice and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Charlie!"

"Dad!" A boy stands on the edge of the couch with a bat in his hand, "I saw a text message, this guy is a bad guy!" ”

"Well done!"

"Tie him up!"

"No, don't touch him, he might have the virus, I'll have to call, they say there's $100,000!"

"One hundred thousand?"

"That's right! Now Charlie's college tuition can be solved by half. ”

"That's great!"

Dennis's eyes lit up, and he immediately called, and after a few rings, he was connected.

"Are you catching a guy named Best. Dr. Western's people? ”

"Yes!"

In Studio One, Red looked at Ethan, who made a gesture to locate himself.

Elliejie is on a mysterious mission in a small transparent room, while her seven friends are in charge of information scheduling.

So far, Red has seen Elegy's expression countless times, and found that his goddess has lost her previous calm demeanor, and it can even be said that she is nervous to the point of being at a loss.

He couldn't rush in to help, and he didn't have the authority to see what was going on.

He was very helpless, and even had an inexplicable feeling of distress.

For a short period of time, he even felt that his people had become redundant, and they could no longer see a lot of information about Los Angeles, and there was no enough information, which made him feel very frightened.

As he said to Chase Chess: information is everything, information is the greatest asset.

So the gap from the rich world to the poor bastard made him dizzy!

They were the first veteran members of the project, and now they seem to have been marginalized, for what reason, he doesn't know, maybe it's just because of their low position?

Or is it because... In L.A.?