Super Detective in the Fictional World

Such thousands of casualties are too much for the emergency departments of many hospitals in a megacity like New York, and many seriously injured people may die before going to the operating table.

Baluq has begun to use the light of life to try to hang all the most injured lives.

But he can't do anything for the wounded head or the bleeding in large area.

At the same time, the avatar was also dispatched, and replaced a stranger's face, and went to the Queens subway station for rescue.

Compared to the deity, the use of the light of life in the avatar is basically no scruples. It is better to cover it slightly.

Even so, there must be many injured people who will die because of inadequate rescue.

In about half an hour, he completed the preliminary rescue work of this subway station.

In the screams and wailing wailing at the subway station, he called Selina, and the two returned to the ground.

He did everything he could, and the rest could only be handed over to patrol officers and ambulancemen who arrived in succession.

现场 This scene is already the luckiest of the eight subway stations because Luke was nearby when the explosion occurred.

The two did not delay, and after driving, they drove to another subway station in Brooklyn.

The three subway stations in Queens are working hard, and the two of them are good to handle the three subway stations in Brooklyn.

As for the two subway stations that exploded in Manhattan, there are several hospitals nearby. The situation is much better than the two districts here. Only those rescue workers can be expected to be strong enough.

When Luke and Selena were busy here, the police detective was noisy.

Most of the detectives rushed to the subway station, and the remaining clerks were busy.

的 The phone on the desk, the cell phone in their pocket ringing one after another, leaving them busy.

Some police acquaintances called the police, some relatives and friends asked about the situation.

At this moment, the weather in the afternoon of May was very irritating, everyone was sweating, and many people's throats were already hoarse.

As the head of the police detective, Dustin didn't call.

He must stay in the bureau to ensure unhindered communication with both parties.

Alas, instead of staying in the office, he stood at the door of the office.

Anyone who has an unsolvable problem can directly ask him.

At the same time, he will take the time to see the development of several discussion groups on the phone.

The police detective group, even if it is a big group, the information in it is simply increasing by swiping the screen.

In the group with Luke and Elsa, the information is not particularly great, but it is very important.

The two of them are secretly researching intelligence by themselves. Elsa and Elizabeth are executives in the headquarters and the other is in charge of network information collection. They are both elderly intelligence workers.

In addition to confirming each other's safety, the following information is necessary and concise news.

Unlike the large group of police detectives, some of the more than a hundred detectives scolded the street directly on voice messages.

They are not scolding colleagues in the group, but they are scolding the headquarters boss for not sending support.

A few African-American police detectives showed their racial talents, and they scolded everyone for the feeling of rap.

But Luke believes that these scolding raps will all be withdrawn within a maximum of one or two hours.

What you said can be ignored, this is a classic feature on Fetion.

It fully proves that what Feixun said, not only can it be sent quickly, it can also be eaten back faster.

在 At this moment, the phone in Dustin's office rang, and he immediately walked over to pick it up.

A phone call came from a man's voice: "Hello, is it Dustin Hammer Prison?"

Dustin frowned. "It's me, who are you?"

The man on the phone chuckled: "Sampler-Simon once told the guys that good shows are about to happen. Give me your pie, or I will twist your head off. You see, the subway station is just Start. Well, do you have a guy named John McLean? "

Dustin pressed his hand on the table and tapped lightly. "He was on vacation indefinitely."

The phone smiled: "No, he has to be, he must be here today."

Dustin: "Who are you?"

The man on the phone: "You can call me Simon."

Dustin: "What do you want to do?"

的 Simon on the phone: "I want to play a game."

Dustin: "What game?"

Simon: "You can call it Simon. Simon will tell Officer McLean what to do. Officer McLean must do it. Disobedience will lead to punishment."

Dustin's heart jumped, his face gloomed: "What punishment?"

Simon chuckled: "There will be another big" accident "in the downtown subway station."

A few moments later, Dustin hung up the phone, picked up his office phone and dialed John's number.

Twenty minutes later, he put away his phone, walked to the door with a dark face, raised the volume and shouted, "Connie, do you know where John is?"

Connie concealed the microphone in her hand: "I don't know, which garbage bin might be drunk."

Dustin was holding his forehead, he guessed the same.

In desperation, he could only send a message to John and Joe separately from the group.

My message to John was for him to contact him immediately.

My message to Joe was to let him put down everything, find John's **** first, and then inform the bureau.

Twenty-five hours later, in an operational logistics vehicle, Joe took Conan's painkiller from the police station, and handed the same bottle of mineral water to John on the floor.

Dustin and the backbone of several police detectives formed a semicircle and stood on the sidelines, his face aching.

Calm people like Dustin can't help but say, "Jesus, John, you look like a shit."

This is still what he told him not to drink too much and take a good rest.

Looking now, it turns out that those words were all told to the dog.

I did n’t hear John. He is not awake now and has a bad headache.

He took the two painkillers poured out by Joe and raised his hand upwards.

Jo Qiao reluctantly shook the bottle again, and added two more tablets, or waited for John to have a headache and do what Simon said, "That thing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This guy might strike.

He swallowed the painkiller, took out a cigarette and took a sip. Then he asked, "Well, what was the lottery number last night?"

Everyone said in unison: "4667."

John shrugged. "It looks like we're all gone."

Everyone was speechless.

More than half of nypd people like to use their siren to bet. It is considered a lottery. It is normal to think about winning but not winning.

Everyone is an old acquaintance, and each other's sirens are well remembered, so every time a lottery is drawn, everyone knows that no one has missed.

"I'll be in the Hell's Kitchen immediately, Boss," Billy, a police officer driving in front, reminded.

Dustin has a black line all over his head: deserve to drive Billy for a lifetime! At this time, even if you don't say the Clinton area deliberately, you can also say the street name, what about the **** kitchen?