Chicago 1990

"Damn! Is he..."

Sloan pressed a wound that was simply bandaged by old Mike with one hand, and found that his lips were still moving, and the mumbling aplus who didn't know anything was completely silent. He wanted to sniff but didn't dare to let go, so he could only remind old Mike anxiously. .

　　 Old Mike looked back with red eyes and said nothing. A few minutes later, the Mercedes Benz made a harsh brake sound, "Wait here." He ran off the car.

Sloan saw Old Mike running into the door of a hospital. Her heart was a little more settled, but she immediately realized that the danger was probably not resolved. Now only herself and Aplus were in the car. She began to turn her head to look at the front and rear windows. Every passing car outside and every pedestrian lingering at the entrance of the hospital made her nervous. "Hoo, hoo..." She had to take frequent deep breaths to relieve anxiety.

　　"Comeon!comeon!" She yelled again in a depressed voice, not knowing whether she was looking forward to old Mike hurrying up or cheering up aplus to let him go through.

　　 "Let let! Let let!"

Finally, Old Mike showed up with a group of doctors and nurses pushing emergency beds. He took off his coat before opening the back seat door, and then quickly threw the coat on Aplus’s face. His arm was also shot, and there was a piece of bandaged. With the red blood mark, he and everyone lifted Aplus onto the hospital bed, and then disappeared into the hospital gate all the way.

　　 "omg……"

Sloan slumped on the back seat floor. Aplus was too tall and strong. When lying down, she could only shrink between the front and rear seats in a very uncomfortable posture. Now she was finally relieved. She covered her eyes slowly, and then sucked her nose. He randomly wiped a few hands on the corners of his eyes and sides of his nose, "Calm, strong, Sloan...shxt!"

I was cheering myself up, and suddenly I felt cold on the elbows on the back seat. When I opened my eyes, there was already a puddle of blood on the cushion. It is hard to imagine that a normal person would shed such a large amount. The dark red blood follows it. The high-grade leather is ticking down on the floor of the back seat and on his clothes and trousers.

　　 "shxt!"

　　 Then she noticed that her hands were also full of blood, so she must have wiped it on her face just now, so she took off the fairly clean scarf and wiped it, wiped it and finally couldn't hold back, she covered her face with the scarf and sobbed.

　　‘Click, click...’

　　 A weird sound came from outside the car. She showed her eyes. It turned out to be an old white lady who relied on a walker to move slowly to the side of the car. She looked inward curiously, and the two looked at each other.

　　 "The toilet is inside..."

　　 The old lady's hunchback was almost 90 degrees, but kindly but a little confused, she raised her hand to the hospital door, "You look terrible, girl..."

　　 "Thanks, thank you..."

After leaving the solitary environment, she quickly became strong, squeezed a smile at the old lady, got out of the car, closed the door, and closed the driver's door that the old Mike didn't have time to close, and took away the car keys and some sensitivity in the car. article.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 This golden blonde elite woman puts her hands around her chest, uses a scarf and objects to hide the blood on her hands as much as possible, raises her head and kicks Walked into the hospital, "Excuse me, the first aid was sent just now..."

　　 After getting the answer, she took the elevator to the emergency room of the hospital. She was very close to the old Mike who was waiting outside the curtain with her hips akimbo, "How is he?"

　　 "There is still a heartbeat." Old Mike shook his head and pulled her aside to prevent the doctors and nurses from getting in and out, "I don't know about other things..."

　　 "It's like a nightmare," she said.

　　 Old Mike didn't answer.

　　 Suddenly, the sound of the electronic instrument inside and the conversation between the doctors and nurses became sharp, "defibrillation! 200...clear!" someone shouted, followed by a dull bang.

　　 "omg..." Sloan's nose was sour again, and he held his forehead.

　　 "Sir, do you need help?" A nurse found the wound on old Mike's arm.

　　 "Go away!" Old Mike was not in the mood.

　　 The two of them put their ears on their ears, and they didn't hear any rescue or obvious professional vocabulary in it. Emergency doctors kept asking for plasma and medicine.

　　‘Wow! The curtain was suddenly opened again. A nurse held a sling bottle and a blood bag while others pushed the bed out.

　　 "How is it?" Sloan and Old Mike rushed to aplus with their eyes closed.

　　 "We are not out of danger yet, we are going to send him to the emergency surgical center." The doctor replied, "Let's let! Please let's!" He kept asking people in front not to get in the way.

　　 The two had to move quickly along with the bed.

　　 "Did you notice it?" Old Mike suddenly whispered.

"Ok."

　　 Sloan glanced at the time, and it was almost 20 minutes since he entered the hospital unknowingly. Compared with before, the doctors and nurses in the hospital, especially the young female nurses, looked around much more frequently.

　　 "The gunshot hospital will call the police, but the number of police officers who receive the police cannot stop the reporters who are inaccessible, and they may not even come quickly." Old Mike said.

　　 The hospital bed pushed through the cold door of the emergency center, and the two of them were stopped outside.

　　 "I'm calling Mr. Governor." Regardless of whether aplus is alive or dead, it must do something during this time. Sloan took out the phone.

　　 "No, the real estate merchant who was closely related to the governor was here." Old Mike stopped.

　　 "Kozko? Shouldn't..."

　　 Sloan couldn’t think of any reason Peter Flock had killed aplus, but old Mike was already suspicious and didn’t want to take any risks. She didn’t want to spend time arguing, "The little Daley?"

　　 "Yes." Old Mike thought for a few seconds and nodded.

　　 Sloan dialed the number quickly, "Mrs. Daly? I'm looking for Mr. Mayor... I'm Sloan, aplus's public relations consultant, yes, I saw it at the Symphony Center before..."

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 While she was on the phone, Old Mike took out the small radio from his arms, the earphones were already on, and he switched the frequencies of the news stations.

　　 ‘There was a fierce gun battle on the outskirts of the city 20 minutes ago, with many casualties. Our reporter has rushed to the scene of the incident...’

　　 Because the surrounding area of ​​the new site is relatively desolate, the news currently obtained by the radio station is similar. The TV station should be more detailed. They have helicopters with rich financial resources.

　　 "Don't notify anyone until the police officers come."

　　 Old Mike confessed to Sloan who was talking on the phone and went to the nurse's station. There is no TV in the nurse's station in this theater, but there must be one in the nurse's lounge behind.

　　 "Non-staff are forbidden to enter!" The nurse stopped him from breaking in, "You are injured!"

　　 Old Mike stood at the door forcibly and stood in a stalemate. The nurses were really watching relevant news. Apart from the construction site and the big colorful canopy, the helicopter pictures on the TV station were the police cars that kept coming, and the bright red blood on the white snow.

　　‘Our reporter interviewed a local resident. According to the other party, it may be related to a land transaction dispute. The site of the incident is undergoing real estate construction. After completion, it will be used for the headquarters of the record company and TV station under the star aplus...

　　He saw that the nurses here had called the hospital security and doctors~www.wuxiaspot.com~I was not going anywhere. "

　　 Old Mike's small eyes rolled up, insisting on finding a bench in the waiting area outside the emergency center and sitting down.

　　 "We are going to take enforcement measures!" A security threatened.

　　 "Let him be here." The dean rushed over and ordered the doctor, "Just treat him the wound here."

　　 Old Mike was not badly injured. The doctor cut off the sleeves of his shirt, disinfected the **** ditch wounds that had been grazed by bullets, applied medicine, and applied professional bandaging.

　　 "I need to give you medicine to prevent wound infection."

　　 Old Mike picked up the injection bottle and glanced at the name of the medicine, nodded, and stretched out his hand.

　　 "Ah! Ah! I knew it was him! It was him!" Suddenly a woman screamed at the nurse's station. It should be that the TV station learned that aplus was shot.

　　 "I remember a hospital is closer, you can actually buy a few more minutes for aplus."

　　 Sloan waited for the doctor and security to leave, and came over to question.

　　 "You don't understand, girl." Old Mike sniffed his teeth and moved his injured arm. "The person who wants him to die this time will definitely be fully prepared. We can't go wherever we are."

　　 "That's it." Sloan reacted immediately.

　　 "You also hurry up and take care of yourself."

　　 Old Mike pointed to Sloan, who was covered in blood everywhere. Both heard the roar of police sirens and the roar of the helicopter. "Today will be very long..." he said.