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Zhou Wu's hand trembled, and he closed the back door in front of him that brought light to this alley. It's like an experiment, and it opens the door to bring yourself into this world. It's business as usual.

It's just that the chefs who were there just now inside are gone. The lights were still bright, and the soothing music coming from across the bar had stopped.

Yourself, really, can't go back?

Zhou Wu was stunned in place, his mind was a mess accepting this somewhat unacceptable fact, and he didn't even pay much attention to the girl who secretly fled behind him.

The sirens are near.

"This is the Ogeland police, and the people inside have laid down their weapons."

After receiving the report, the tall detective who hurried to the car arrived at the car and raised his gun, shouting into the dark alleyway. Another police officer on the side was trying to do simple psychological counseling for the victim.

After discovering that there was no movement inside, the man in a police uniform carefully probed with a flashlight. There was no response, just a man standing there with his hands raised.

Soon, he was emboldened.

He didn't react much until the Ogeland police handcuffed the hands of the homeless man who had been shot.

The wound was simply treated.

Sitting in the police car of this world, Zhou Wu had actually turned a lot of plans in his heart at that time. His first instinct was to run away, but he gave up thinking of the gunshot wounds he still had on his body. As a fan of novels and British and American dramas, of course, I also know that there is absolutely no cure for gunshot wounds. And it's still in this strange world.

If nothing else, let's just say that the various anti-inflammatory drugs that have been abused in my **** have long been antibiotics, which are prescription drugs in the Western European and American worlds. Moreover, even if I go back, how to heal is also a problem.

Now, the only good news is that the language of this world is about the same as English in your own world.

Or, perhaps, he just went from the East to the West.

Zhou Wu's heart was comforted simply, and the tall white policeman in front of the police car was reporting the situation to the police station.

"Boss, we need support here, we'd better get another ambulance." The detective held the pager, listened to the relatively clear male voice on the other end, and looked up at his partner in the alley and made an OK gesture.

"It's not a gang conflict, but I don't rule out this possibility, preliminary judgment is ......"

Zhou Wu paused for a moment, and soon lost interest again. Some of the words that come out of these guys' mouths are not quite intelligible at all.

Outside the alley, the news broadcast from the TV in the shop next to the police car also sounded at this time, floating in through the open front window.

"Here is a set of text messages obtained by the Oglan front desk police, a shooting occurred in a mixed Chinese and white community in the trout district at 20 o'clock on the evening of the 15th of this night, and four people have been injured. Based on the latest news from this station, the police preliminarily judged that the problem of gang conflict ......"

“sh-it！ This bunch of-. Hearing the announcement on TV, the tall police detective who had put down the pager at some point cursed. The shameless faces of those reporters and the broadcast of cutting off their own words made the newcomer, who had just joined the police station not long ago, so angry that he slammed the steering wheel twice.

Zhou Wu, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, did not say anything.

In fact, one of the store's announcements had already managed to capture the attention of the visitor who didn't know the place well.

He listened quietly, one after another. Sift through it as much as you can to find what you need.

New World, O'Grand, Ridsburne Street, one term after another fell into the ears of this British and American drama fan, and he tried to assemble a rough image of this world in his mind.

Until, an ambulance with a flashing red light arrived.

The efficiency is quite fast, Zhou Wu estimated in his heart, and he only listened to 7 or 8 pieces of news.

The noisy ambulance lifted the people in the alley one by one, and Zhou Wu was also placed on a small white stretcher.

His handcuffs had been forcibly removed by the emergency physician inside.

"Do you have-in your head?" The masked doctor scolded angrily, he really couldn't accept the behavior of this big man in a police uniform, he had a set of medical guidelines in his heart. "Your backcuffs will squeeze the wound on his pistol, resulting in secondary damage."

The words of this person in a white medical uniform made the newcomer to the police station chatter, after all, it is not a good thing for a police detective to offend an emergency doctor. The nurse who was carrying the person into the car next to the doctor was obviously not surprised by this behavior.

This is a weirdo, so he can't mix like a fish in water in the medical facility in Ogrand, or even drop and fall. This weirdo treats his own patients too equally.

"Okay, Nuland, it's just a Chinese." The tall partner was clearly already familiar with the name of the eccentric who had a little fame in Ogran.

This black man in a police uniform is holding a steaming hot drink, and he is living in the mud of life.

Zhou Wu obviously didn't care about this, as a foreigner, he was trying to integrate all kinds of knowledge and information about this world.

First of all, I am in a place very similar to the United States in my last world, and I should be a little further behind in terms of the news I heard and some of the details of science and technology that were shown. At least not yet, there is no smartphone that can change the world.

Secondly, it is also possible to see a little inappropriate from their attitude towards Chinese Americans.

Chinese Exclusion.

This is a term that crosses the mind of Zhou Wu, who has watched a lot of historical explanation videos and readings.

Soon, a news broadcast from a street-side store when the ambulance door was closed confirmed this, but it made Zhou Wu feel the complexity of the world even more.

According to this station's broadcast, Congressman John Grad once again raised the "Mutant Species Act" and other related issues on the bill of Congress. It is reported that some provisions of the bill may infringe on the relevant privacy, justice and other rights and interests of mutant people. The bill will be sent to Congress for trial in the middle of next month to be voted on alongside the Chinese Exclusion Act. ”

Variants?

Zhou Wu was lying on a stretcher, his eyes flashing with a searching light.

The sound of the ambulance sounded again, and Nuland, who was an emergency doctor, checked on the homeless Chinese man and made sure that there was nothing serious, so he stayed by the Vietnamese who had been shot in the head, and the guy was the most seriously injured.

The car drove towards Augrand Central Hospital.

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