However, the black suit was released, but Jack did not move, but turned his head and whispered to the soulless Hodchner, "What did he tell you at that time that terrorist pretending to be a civilian?" ”

"What did you say?" Hodgner shook his dizzy head hard, and subconsciously repeated the question, because of the excessive blood loss, coupled with the timely appearance of his teammates, the effect of adrenaline subsided quickly, and he was already a little unbearable at this time, and he just wanted to fall down and sleep well.

He said. He recognized me as a police officer, he saw the pistol on my waist, so he recognized me as a police officer, and then he told me that he dialed 911 and was with me and Kate until you came. ”

"But he didn't call 911." Jack thought of the anonymous phone he had found on the deceased's body earlier, with only an unknown number on it, "Did he make a call in person?" ”

"Yes." Hodchner was startled, vaguely understanding what Jack was hinting at, and couldn't help but look behind the ambulance car.

"Don't be stupid." Jack pushed him, pulled open the small window connected to the ambulance car, and said to the bald first responder with an anxious expression, "Man, this hospital is locked down, we're going to Knox Hill Hospital, do you know how to get there?" ”

Because Jack hadn't turned off the ambulance siren, the first responder in the back compartment didn't know what he was talking to the people outside, "Knox Hill Hospital?" It's too far away there, I don't think she'll make it to Mount Knox Hospital, you're the FBI, shouldn't there be any privileges? ”

“OK，OK。” Garcia was even more nervous than he was, and the sound of her crackling keyboard could be heard in the channel.

Driving a "self-detonating truck" that can break your bones, it is absolutely fake to say that you are not afraid, someone's adrenaline has exploded directly this time.

"Jack? Is that you? It's classified, I can't" came over the intercom the voice of Jack Reicher's brother Joey.

"OK, I'll call my superiors, man, thank you." Jack had already figured it out, closed the window again, turned off the ambulance siren, and pulled the car door to get out of the car under the bewildered gaze of the Secret Service agents outside.

"Put down the gun, put down the gun." The black suit who had checked Jack's ID probably guessed something, and hurriedly pressed the muzzle of his colleague's gun.

"Maybe it's because I'm handsome enough." While looking at the road, Jack opened the bearer phone he had just found from the bald terrorist, and unsurprisingly found a caller number on it, and he didn't have to guess to know that it belonged to the kid who was disguised as a civilian before.

When Jack finally pulled up the lid of the long metal seat on one side of the car that could be used as both a seat and a storage space, the dense lines inside and a mobile phone connected to these lines had fully explained everything.

"I'll leave it to you."

"Man, we're going to lose her! Her heart beats."

Although he hadn't seen a timer that sounded a ticking alarm like the one used in the movie to elicit the audience's emotions, this bomb was not like the menacing collar bomb that was attached to Alice's neck last time, and needed a conspicuous red monitor to remind the FBI of the time.

Garcia's voice was filled with tears again, "It's already in contact, thank goodness, because the NYPD kept the traffic lockdown before, and now there is no traffic jam, and you can get there in ten minutes at most." ”

"Jack, something is wrong, the number you asked me to check has been moving, the same route as your ambulance, you are being tracked."

"Garcia, are you still there? Help me! Jack was in a hurry.

Throwing the body out of the ambulance, Jack's eyes roamed around, reached out and opened the lockers in the car one by one, and several Secret Service agents who were standing at the back of the car and looking in all gasped in unison, and subconsciously took two steps back.

He tried to keep his legs from shaking as he stepped on the gas pedal, and tried to steady his voice, "It's not that we're being followed, it's that the terrorists are posing as first responders, and I've already killed him, but there's one last problem to solve."

This is a Manhattan where every inch of land is valuable, and if so many C4s are detonated under the hospital, it is enough to destroy the entire building, even if it explodes on an empty street, the buildings on both sides may not be saved.

At this time, there was a frightening long "drip" sound from the ambulance, which was the alarm of the heart rate monitor, and the bald first responder, who was pressing his hands on Joyna's chest and preparing to give her a heart massage, turned back nervously.

"What the hell is this?" Several Secret Service agents, who were completely unaware of the situation, subconsciously pointed their guns at Jack, who was shooting.

There was silence in the channel, as if Garcia was struggling to digest the meaning of Jack's words.

"Give me your walkie-talkie, I'm going to talk to Joey Reicher directly."

"I'll explain to Joey when I get back, and I'll leave you with one thing now." Jack pulled the stretcher out of the ambulance, and Hodchner staggered over to him, looking at Joyna, who was still unconscious, with a concerned expression.

Joey on the other side of the intercom was a little confused, "Of course, but well, you can't leak this information to the outside world, it's the president of Bolivia, he came here for heart surgery, and now he's on the operating table." ”

Jack jumped out of the car, closed the door again, and quickly sat into the cab.

Garcia, I need your help me find a place where I can safely detonate a cart of C4 explosives, starting at a ton, maybe two, maybe more, the sooner the better, damn it, this car is now up to 60 yards. ”

Then he climbed into the carriage and groped for the body of the bald first responder, or terrorist, and pulled out a pistol and an anonymous cell phone.

Jack pulled out the Sig Sauer P320-XTen from his waist and pressed the call button on the walkie-talkie, "Joey, it's me Jack, who are you protecting in the hospital?" ”

"Help me get both of them to the emergency room, they both need doctors." Jack pulled out the drip and checked on Joyna's condition, then picked up a syringe on the ground and looked at the nitroglycerin added to the saline that Dog's day had caused her arrhythmia.

According to the previous style of the Duranger drug cartel, in addition to manual detonation, a timer device must have been set up for insurance.

"Didn't I say you could" The black suit holding the walkie-talkie didn't understand what was going on, but was interrupted by Jack's tilted head in the middle of his words, and he immediately handed him the walkie-talkie with understanding, and beckoned other colleagues to surround the ambulance from behind.

Obviously, the mobile phone number of this mobile phone is the one he asked Garcia to check before, and then he unsurprisingly found a countdown in the mobile phone, which made him slightly relieved, and there were nearly 20 minutes.

It's not that he wants to be a hero, the problem is that the C4 that you can see at a glance just now is not a ton, and the ghost knows how many terrorists stuffed into the whole car, no wonder the car couldn't run fast when he stepped on the accelerator before, and I thought it was in too bad condition.

Jack had already walked around to the back door of the ambulance, pulled down the door handle, and pulled open the back door of the ambulance.

"Gotta find a safe place." Jack replied lightly, sounded the siren, stepped on the accelerator, turned the car and left.

"Jack!" Hodchner, who was holding the stretcher bed, subconsciously shouted at him, his eyes were full of worry, he knew very well what Jack was going to do.

"Uh, head north, Central Park, that's the biggest open space in Manhattan, oh my God, why are you doing it every time, why do you have to do it every time!"

"Listen to me, it's important, the people you protect may be in danger, I don't have time to explain now, do you trust me?" Jack's voice was steady, and as he spoke, he walked to the back door of the ambulance and put his hand on the door handle.

"Garcia, contact NYPD's Commissioner Reagan directly and tell him that they have 15 minutes to evacuate people in Central Park, and the bomb has 19 minutes and 20 seconds to explode, and the range will be large enough to evacuate a large enough area."

"Bang! Bang! ”

The body of the bald first responder fell headlong next to the stretcher bed, dead and unsightly.

Just as Jack was driving and figuring out where to go, Garcia's anxious voice came over the communication channel.

"Okay, just in case, it's time for me to turn on the signal jammer and let the NYPD people wait for me at the entrance of the South Gate, the one with the subway entrance, good luck to me!"

"Jack!" Garcia cried, and the next moment, the signal was interrupted.

(End of chapter)