"Of course." Jack's smile widened, "Actually, it's a good plan to pretend to be a surgeon, but the problem is that you are a little uneasy, forgetting that you just talked to him and introduced yourself." ”

He gestured to shoot Jubal in the head, "The moment you walk in and speak, he's likely to shoot you directly in the head."

So the person pretending to be the surgeon should be me, and what you have to do is communicate a complete plan with the SWAT commander, and there must be no more accidents like the one just now. ”

Jubal subconsciously frowned and thought for a moment, still a little uneasy, "Are you sure to convince him?" ”

Jack shook his head as a matter of course, but replied confidently, "Of course not, but I can use physical persuasion if necessary." ”

Jubal was choked up by his words, and was speechless, "Okay, I'm here to negotiate with Octavio to free the injured Lucas Caldwell, you need to find someone to put on makeup, the surgeon is not as young as you." ”

Unsurprisingly, upon hearing that the FBI had found a surgeon willing to perform the operation, Octavio readily agreed to the conditions of the hostage exchange, after all, his son's abdominal cavity had been cut open, and the longer the delay became, the worse it would be.

With the help of several professionals, Jack quickly finished his makeup, and a SWAT commander stood in front of him with a medical kit, "This is what you want." ”

Jack took the first aid kit and tossed it upside down, reaching out and pressing it lightly, and a Glock 19 appeared in the palm of his hand.

The Glock 19 is a pocket-sized version of the Glock 17 and a common military and police pistol that Jack and the SEAL B Team also used during that operation in Mexico, and is small, reliable, and easy to hide.

Jack checked the firearm and put it back in the compartment, and tried a few more maneuvers to make sure that the compartment would not be opened by mistake.

The SWAT commander held a tablet and pointed at it, "Our sniper found the only suitable angle to shoot, and that window was southwest if you could lead him here"

Jack interrupted him by shaking his head, "Just get your team out there ready for a assault, we have a better plan." ”

It's not that he doesn't trust SWAT's snipers, but he believes in himself more, and he and Jubal have already discussed, what code to use, how to create the timing, and the initiative to do it are all in his own hands.

Because both Jubal and Jack believe that Octavio is not guilty of death, although he may have been mentally prepared to trade his life for his son's life.

After changing into a green surgical gown, Jack put on a coat and walked back and forth with the medical box on his back a few steps, his whole temperament changed in vain, his shoulders collapsed slightly, and his figure was slightly rickety.

The slightly gray beard is matched with an old face full of wrinkles, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the bright eyes, which make him look like an experienced but still energetic old surgeon.

At this time, Hannah and Aubrey were also summoned, and Jubal was giving them a task, "Aubrey, I need you to contact Hope General Hospital immediately, that hospital is the closest from here, only five kilometers away.

I need a surgeon on there ready for a kidney transplant. ”

Aubrey nodded in understanding, "I'll do my best." ”

Jubal continued to admonish uneasily, "No, it has to be done, there must be a surgeon on standby, that child is only 12 years old, he doesn't deserve to die, whether Jack can convince his dad or not, we must"

"I see what you mean, I'll take care of it, sir." Aubrey assured.

Jubal then looked at Hannah, "You've partnered with Jack many times, and you know him better than I do, so I won't talk too much nonsense, and you cooperate with SWAT to hide at the entrance, ready to break in at any time." ”

Hannah's expression was lighter than anyone present, because, as Jubal had said, she knew her man better than anyone here.

Eventually, Jubal turned to Jack and opened a web page on the tablet, on which a headshot of Jack appeared after makeup, "We forged your resume online, the transplant surgeon at Hope General Hospital, using the pseudonym you provided. ”

"Shaun Murphy, 52, graduate of Columbia University?" Jack nodded to indicate that he remembered, although the name and age seemed a little incongruous, and he obviously did not have autism (note, the male protagonist of the American drama "The Good Doctor").

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A team of six SWAT members, holding two bulletproof shields, came to the door of the warehouse with a pair of improvised stretchers, and carried away Lucas Caldwell, who had been dragged to the door by Octavio and struggled to climb a few steps out of the warehouse.

When SWAT withdrew, Jack stepped forward and slowly opened the side door of the warehouse, then raised his hands, his voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if he was really like an old man in his 50s, "Hello, I'm Dr. Murphy, and I'm here to help your son." ”

"Come in, close the door, go forward, stop! Put the bag down, back off, back off! A nervous-looking Octavio stood far away, about five or six meters away from Jack, with an AR-15 on his chest and an M1911 pistol in his hand.

He crouched down and opened the medical box on the ground to do a cursory examination to make sure it was just some medical equipment, then walked behind Jack and put a pistol against his back to check if he had a weapon on him.

For safety, Jack didn't even wear hidden headphones, Octavio didn't know about the existence of the fiber-optic camera, and their every move was under the FBI's surveillance.

Jack looked around silently, and Dr. Nicole Wright was taking care of the little boy on the operating table, and although she couldn't see her face clearly while wearing a mask, she could still feel panic and fear from the way she looked up at him from time to time.

Confirming that everything was safe, Octavio, who had been nervous, finally relaxed slightly, although the M1911 in his hand was still pointing at Jack.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Murphy, thank you so much for coming." He took two steps back, stood at the door of the operating room, and looked worriedly at the operating room.

"May I?" Jack rolled up his sleeves and gestured to the sink next to him.

"Of course." Although Octavio remained vigilant, the gun in his hand was pointed at him, his attitude slowed down significantly, and at least he believed that the surgeon standing in front of him was a professional surgeon.

Jack washed his hands and asked, "Are the donors a perfect match?" ”

"Yes, yes, they confirmed it before, and there is nothing wrong with that." Octavio glanced at the operating room again, looking a little anxious.

Jack lifted his medical bag back on his shoulder and made a gesture of preparing to enter the operating room, but then stopped and said in a sincere tone, "But I still want to advise you, from a professional point of view, it is not a wise decision for you to do this."

This surgery is very complex and requires the support of a well-established medical team to prevent accidents."

"Nope! I don't need you to tell me that. Octavio was feeling emotional again, "I've been trying to get help through formal channels for the past few months.

But the doctors in these hospitals don't care, we don't have health insurance, we're not Americans, the hospitals don't care about us, they don't stand by. ”

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his already bloodshot eyes turned red, and his voice was choked, "For ten months, I watched my son so weak that he couldn't even say a word of father, what could I do?" What if it were you?

Watching him die like this? ”

Jack couldn't help but be dumbfounded, thinking of Helton, who did not hesitate to gamble everything for his daughter, and even earlier, the original owner of his small building in Los Angeles, Lawson, who almost made a mistake, and his son Jacob, who depended on him for his life.

"Of course not, I understand you, really."

"So I tried my best to raise enough money for the operation, I sold my car, worked three jobs, worked 20 hours a day, and borrowed money from relatives and friends.

But the day before the operation, the bastard doctor canceled the operation, saying that his colleague had been in a car accident and that he didn't want to find another anesthesiologist because it would be too risky.

That Gou Niang raised no care about my son's life at all, only himself, so I had no choice. ”

Octavio wiped away tears from his sleeve, his right hand holding the gun trembling.

Jack knew that it was impossible to convince him anymore, and he had already made up his mind, "OK, don't say it again, I know you, really, if it were me, I would do the same." ”

He touched the lobe of his left ear, then stepped forward and stretched out his right hand, "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to save your son." ”

"You promise?" Octavio was a little overjoyed, and quickly switched the pistol to his left hand, stretched out his right hand and held it with Jack.

"Of course!" Jack regained his normal voice and met his horrified gaze with a smile in his eyes.

The next moment, Octavio felt the world spin around, and he didn't know what was happening when he was slammed to the ground with a clean over-the-shoulder slam, and the pistol flew out of his hand.

He subconsciously struggled to touch the AR-15 hanging on his chest, but found that it was empty, followed by a sharp pain in his left and right shoulders, and his arms were dislocated and unable to move.

Octavio let out a desperate howl and tried to struggle as hard as he could, as the entrances to the warehouse were slammed open and Hannah and Aubrey rushed in with two teams of SWATs.

“Move！ Move！ Move！ ”

"Check around!"

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ”

"Safety! Stretcher! Stretcher bed come on! ”

Jack took the handcuffs from a SWAT and handcuffed Octavio, then reset his arms into place, "Don't resist, I said I would help your son, as for you, you might as well think about how to win the jury's sympathy in court." ”

"Surgeons at Hope General Hospital are on standby!" Jubal screamed and rushed to the operating room, where Hannah and Aubrey were already helping Dr. Nicole Wright transfer the boy from the operating table to the stretcher table.

This anesthesiologist is really beautiful and kind, although he was scared before, he still followed the stretcher bed at this time, "We have to hurry, this child must be operated on immediately, I have to take care of him." ”

"Are you sure you're okay?" Hannah asked worriedly.

"No problem, I have to calculate the anesthesia time myself, it's been delaying for too long." Dr. Nicole Wright's performance made Jack sigh silently, he is also a doctor, and the gap between people is really very different.

(End of chapter)