The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

John, the talkative expert, cleared his throat and shouted into the tool room.

"Hey, man, your good buddy has been killed. It's over. Although you may be injured, you are still alive."

"I'll give you a piece of advice that can help you survive. Think about how much attention you have received. The Internet and the media are reporting on this incident. You will become the leading figure in this 'great cause'.

It’s time to live to receive this ‘honor’. If you die, few people will remember your name, but when you are brought to court alive, you will definitely attract the attention of the public. Think about it! "

This time there was no more gunshots coming from inside. After a while, a weak response came from inside.

"I surrender, I have laid down my arms, please don't shoot."

Awesome, Jack silently praised it in his heart. If the system didn't recognize that talking nonsense was a skill, he would have really wanted to become John's disciple.

However, even if judged by psychological skills, he believed that John's skill level would not be lower than proficient.

In 20 minutes, the belated CDC doctors finished testing and confirmed that the surrounding environment was safe. The injured suspect was put into the ambulance and taken to the nearest Church Memorial Hospital. Jack removed the magazine from the rifle and put it back in the trunk of the police car. He whispered in his ears: Come Angela and Wesley's whispers.

"How about we kiss and consider it as compensation for my actions today? Or you can choose to go to court and sue me."

Wesley was actually a little arrogant: "My thoughts were erratic an hour ago, but when you boarded that bus without hesitation, you saved everyone on it."

He probably wanted to express his admiration for his girlfriend, but the following words were interrupted by Angela who looked proud.

"Does this make you a little sexually excited?"

Jack couldn't stand hearing it anymore and slammed the trunk shut, interrupting the unbridled flirting of the couple.

"There is a motel on the way here. If you two can't wait, I can take you there first, but please don't continue."

He missed dinner again today, but he would rather buy a random hamburger to fill his stomach on the way back than eat dog food until he was full.

But there is one last thing to do now. Tim, who is trapped in the home of the only infected person, is still uncertain about his life or death. Lucy has been accompanying him outside the quarantine area. Now that all the terrorists have been arrested, it is time to pay attention to these people. A lonely old man.

Jack conducted a self-psychological diagnosis in the car. Although he had been busy for a day and played some American Iai, his mood was still pretty good. Although he was a little angry, he did not have the strong impulse that was uncontrollable in the past. It seemed that After experiencing dangerous situations for too long, the body naturally begins to adapt.

There were still three people in a car, followed by John's police car, a total of five people, and they quickly arrived at their destination.

It was already dark at this time, but the lawn in front of the small yellow bungalow was brightly lit. The CDC bus was parked on the roadside, and a group of CDC doctors in protective suits were busy, probably carrying out disinfection work.

Jack got out of the car, patted his hungry stomach, and looked up to see Lucy walking out of a makeshift plastic shed with a sad face. Her police uniform was unbuttoned, and it looked like she had just been cleaned and disinfected.

Seeing the people getting off the bus, she forced a smile and greeted them.

"Hey, I heard that you guys became heroes today and saved the world."

Compared with the previous plan to overthrow the white supremacist gang, Jack truly felt that his contribution today was average. John was the real protagonist, and he discovered several important clues.

"Thanks to John, we're just doing our part."

John was a little absent-minded, seemingly not noticing that he was being praised, and asked worriedly: "I'm glad you're okay, how is Tim? I heard that he and the victim's body were locked in the bedroom for several hours. "

Lucy tried to cheer up and look confident: "I think he will be fine. The vaccine from the CDC has been delivered. Tim has just been injected, but he still needs to go to the hospital for 24-hour observation."

Everyone fell into silence for a moment. According to what the previous doctor Morgan said, even if the vaccine is injected, there is a mortality rate of up to 60%, and they felt a little heavy.

At this time, the door of the room opened, and Dr. Morgan, who was wearing full body protection, accompanied Tim and walked out.

Seeing everyone, Tim, who had a gloomy face, seemed a little moved, but when this emotion was reflected on his serious poker face, he only slightly twitched the corners of his mouth, which could hardly be described as a smile.

Doctor Morgan next to him was completely indifferent to everyone's emotions. He took off his mask and looked indifferent, just like when he reported those terrifying probability figures to the patrol officers at the police station with an expressionless expression.

Jack is very familiar with this type of people. They have high IQ but low EQ. They have difficulty communicating emotionally with ordinary people. To put it simply, rational thinking suppresses normal perceptual thinking, such as the woman in "Bones" Main bones.

But the advantage of this kind of people is that although they won't comfort people, they won't hide or say anything to you, just like now.

"The concentration of the virus you were exposed to was only close to the critical value, so you probably escaped. Judging from the clinical manifestations, you have not shown any symptoms of infection so far. Just in case, we still injected you with the vaccine. The next step is to Need to be patient.”

After hearing these words, everyone present looked much better. Just when Jack was about to step forward to bump fists with Tim and have some physical contact so that he could use the healing technique, Tim, who had just taken two steps forward, suddenly His face turned pale, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

"Tim!"

"Officer Bradford!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Call someone quickly, notify the ambulance!"

"Don't come close, stay back, stay back!!!"

Everyone stepped forward one after another, but were blocked by the CDC doctors with quick eyesight and quick hands.

Jack's outstretched fingers barely brushed Tim's coat, just shy of touching his body.

This guy's life won't be so bad, right? Jack, who was pulled away, was stunned and watched Tim's body twitching on the ground, like an epileptic seizure.

"Is it a virus attack?" Lucy, who was also stopped, asked sharply.

"No, there are no signs of bleeding. It looks like anaphylactic shock. It should be that his body had an allergic reaction to the vaccine."

Dr. Morgan remained calm, ordered the two medical staff to hold Tim down, and shouted loudly to the emergency vehicle on standby.

"Get an epinephrine, right now!"

After the injection, Tim quickly stopped his epileptic convulsions, but was still unconscious. Watching him being carried into the ambulance, Jack patted John, who was still in a daze.

"Get in the car and let's clear the way for the ambulance."