When a person is still in a concussion, it will be similar to a drunken state, and the reaction will be a beat slower than normal, as in Hodgner's current state.

"Walter. Why did you shoot him? When Jack ran to his side, Hodgner was still trying to focus on his face.

"He's just pretending to be a passerby, but he's actually the one who parked the car with the bomb in front of you, Garcia has confirmed it through surveillance, Hodge! Hodge? Are you okay? ”

"Don't shake me."

Jack looked at his untouched hand on his shoulder in confusion, and saw that this guy's head was not lightly injured, and he casually sent a healing technique.

It turned out that there was no big problem with his head, the left eardrum was temporarily invalid, but that thing could heal itself, but the fracture of the left forearm was a bit serious, and there were fragments on the outside of the left leg, but fortunately, the left leg was blocked, otherwise it would be difficult for Hallie to conceive a second child after that position was a little more off.

Look at Joyna who fell to the ground and was already unconscious, Jack can basically make up the previous situation, when the explosion of the car in front of him, Hodgner happened to be sideways in the driver's seat, and the shock wave and debris were basically blocked by the engine at the front of the Saab liner, so most of his injuries were on the left side of his body.

He asked suspiciously, "The bomb disposal team has completed the investigation?" ”

"USSS (Secret Service), identify yourself!"

Joyna's condition is much more serious, she didn't get into the car when the explosion happened, the shock wave directly hit her with the right car door, and injured her spine when she landed, even if she was sent to the hospital in time to stop the internal bleeding, she was estimated to be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

Garcia repeated the number, "I'll do it, and Rosie asked me to inform you that DHS agents found nothing at those 8 shooting sites and didn't find any suspicious people or explosive devices." ”

The bald first responder subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and then put down the medical kit with a slight hesitation, "Ah, okay, they said that the scene was dangerous, and my colleague was too scared to come, uh. Let me check her situation first. ”

"OK, track down a phone number for me."

"Jack! Jack! Can you hear me? As the signal jammer turned off, Garcia's call came again in the communication channel.

"The FBI, that was a terrorist, I had already shot me." Jack took out his ID and lit up, "Are you the only one?" We needed a stretcher bed, and my colleague had a spinal injury and couldn't move casually. ”

"Proof of identity!" The look in the black suit that raised the gun at Jack eased slightly, but the gun in his hand still did not put it down.

There was a commotion at the ESU SWAT hiding at the barricade in the distance, they were also within range of the signal jammer just now, and Jack was startled by the direct shooting in the direction of the wounded without saying a word, and then found that the communication was out of order and they were making a mess.

"What is this going on?" As soon as Jack poked his head out, a black suit shone into the cab with a flashlight, and when he saw the assault rifle in his hand, he immediately pulled out the pistol, and the rest of the people quickly pulled out their guns and pointed them at the ambulance.

Although it's summer now, you can see at a glance that the other party is just wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, but the absence of a bomb vest does not mean that there is no bomb belt.

Jack hurriedly replied, "I heard it, I turned on the signal shield just now, Hodgner is fine, Joyner is seriously injured, can you help us get an ambulance?" ”

It was a blessing in disguise, as he was supposed to wake up from his coma not long after the explosion, and dragged Joyna to the middle of the road in severe pain, otherwise they would both be buried in the ensuing fire.

The black suit read Jack's ID and muttered a few words softly into the walkie-talkie before putting away the pistol, but the next words made Jack's anger rise again.

The hospital was very close, and although I didn't know what was wrong with the ambulance, it didn't take Jack more than ten minutes to see the sign in the emergency department, thanks to the NYPD's blockade of the surrounding traffic.

Jack didn't have time to move, he opened the bearer phone found on the deceased's body, there was no caller number on it, but there was an outgoing number, the record shows that this number was dialed 6 times before the explosion, each time no more than 1 minute.

Not every hospital has an emergency room, only emergency personnel know the situation best.

"Tell Rossi that our previous profile was biased, and we definitely missed any important information, and all the other party's actions were smoke bombs, with only one purpose, to divert our attention, including the attack just now."

"Are you serious?" Jack held back his anger, "I know Joey Reicher from the Bureau, call him, he can confirm my identity."

The deceased was a young white man, about the same age as the black man who had died in the alley before, there were no bombs on the body, no identification, nothing but an anonymous mobile phone, Jack let out a long sigh of relief and turned off the signal jammer.

The C4 is called a plastic explosive because of its extreme plasticity, and a pound or two of weight wrapped around his waist is enough to set off a bloody storm in the crowd, which is why Jack turned on the signal jammer before firing the gun.

"Sit tight." Jack got on the small window that connected to the rear compartment, and patted the sleepy Hodgner to keep him conscious, and he pressed the accelerator hard, and the ambulance started slowly at an anxious pace.

Of course, having a wet nurse here is not a problem now, but the injuries on her face are somewhat serious, and Jack is not sure if Hodgner has examined her carefully, so he can only roughly repair it, and leave the rest to the plastic surgeon.

"3, 2, 1, up."

"No, it was a first responder who volunteered to take the risk to come and help, and I heard him negotiate with ESU." Garcia choked.

If it weren't for the fact that Captain Werner knew Jack and knew that he had a close relationship with his own director, I am afraid that these guys would not have to deal with him as a terrorist.

"I'm Inspector Jack Tawoller, next to Agent Director Aaron Hodgner, and Assistant Agent Director Kate Joyner in the car, both of whom were injured in the explosion just now."

"I'm sorry, detective, but this hospital is now locked down, and all emergency rooms are going to Mount Knox Hospital."

Jack had already heard the sirens of the ambulance and the driver probe saying something, and several ESU SWAT officers moved the makeshift barricade.

"St. Buckley, three to the north, one to the east, the entrance to the emergency room is underground, just look at the sign." The bald first responder replied as she hung up her water sign detection device.

There was unconcealed excitement in Garcia's voice, "Thank goodness, uh. Wait a minute, there's an ambulance just arrived, I'll try to get in touch with the NYPD dispatch center, it doesn't seem to be needed, it's coming straight towards you, and you're about to turn the corner. ”

The two worked together to lift Joyna, who was still unconscious, onto the stretcher bed, and Jack went straight to the driver's seat, turning back and asking, "Where is the nearest emergency room?" ”

Throwing the medical kit to Hodgner, who was still a little delirious, and asking him to first plug the bleeding spot on Joyna's waist with gauze, Jack walked over to the corpse, which had been changed beyond recognition in the literal sense of the word, to examine it.

"Thanks, buddy." Jack patted him on the shoulder, grabbed one of Hodgner's arms, and first helped him into the passenger seat of the ambulance, then pulled the back door of the ambulance, pulled out the stretcher bed from inside and pushed him to Joyna's side.

Before Jack could finish speaking, the sirens of the ambulance drowned out his voice, and a first responder in uniform with a bald head jumped out of the car and rushed to the front with a medical kit.

"God, what's going on here?" Seeing Jack with an assault rifle on his back and the corpse on the ground, his face suddenly turned pale and he froze in place.

“FBI！” Jack was irritable for a while, why did USSS come out again, these guys are not only checking counterfeit banknotes but protecting key officers, blocking the entrance of the hospital What are they doing?

"Don't be nervous, I'm going to reach out for my documents now, pay attention to my movements, don't be nervous" Although Jack was anxious to death, the overly nervous behavior of the other party really scared him.

He could only lift his clothes little by little, and slowly took out his documents, he was not afraid of bullets and bullets these years, but he was afraid that his pig teammates would be injured.

However, an NYPD police car crossed the entrance to the underpass, and several black suits dressed like Jack made a stop gesture to Jack.

Now my colleague's life is on the verge and I don't have time to talk nonsense with you, either get out of the way, or I'll rush straight in. ”

"Wait." The black suit picked up the walkie-talkie again, this time not muttering softly, but at a normal volume, "Director Reicher, here's an FBI agent Jack Tawoller who said I know you, OK, let go!" ”

(End of chapter)