Chapter 1286

With thousands of casualties, the emergency department of many hospitals in the super metropolis of New York can't bear it. Many seriously injured people may die before they go to the operating table.

Luke has begun to use the light of life to try to hang all the most seriously injured people.

But he can't help those who are injured in the head or have massive bleeding.

At the same time, they also went out, and put on a stranger's face, went to the Queens subway station for rescue.

Compared with the Buddha, there is no scruple in using the light of life separately. It's better to cover it up a little bit. The efficiency is much higher than the Buddha.

Even so, there are bound to be a lot of injured people who will die because they cannot be rescued.

About half an hour later, he completed the preliminary rescue work of the subway station.

In the scream and cry of the subway station, he called Selena and the two returned to the ground.

He has done everything he can, and the rest can only be handed over to the patrolmen and rescue workers who arrive one after another.

The scene is already the luckiest of the eight subway stations, because Luke and his wife were nearby when the explosion happened.

They didn't delay either. After getting up, they drove to another subway station in Brooklyn.

There are three subway stations in Queens. Luke and his two men can handle the three stations in Brooklyn.

as for the two subway stations that explode in Manhattan, there are several hospitals nearby, which are much better than the two districts. We can only expect awesome rescue workers.

While Luke and Selena are busy here, the police station is just as noisy.

Most of the agents rushed to the subway station, and the rest of the clerks were busy.

The phone on the desk and the mobile phone in their pocket ring one after another, making them busy.

There are detectives and acquaintances who call the police, relatives and friends who ask about the situation.

At this moment, the weather in May afternoon is very irritating. Everyone is sweating and many people are hoarse.

As the head of the police department, Dustin didn't go out.

He has to stay in the bureau to make sure there is no barrier to communication with both sides.

However, he did not stay in the office, but stood at the door of the office.

Anyone who has an unsolvable problem can directly ask him.

At the same time, he will take time to see the dynamic of several discussion groups in his mobile phone.

Even though the police department is a large group, the information in it is totally increasing in the form of screen swiping, which can't be seen at all.

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

Luke and Elizabeth are two people who do intelligence research secretly when they are free. Elsa and Elizabeth are two administrative posts in the headquarters and one is in charge of network information collection. They are both old intelligence workers.

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

Unlike the detective bureau group, more than 100 detectives directly scold the street with voice messages.

They are not scolding the colleagues in the group, but scolding the big head office for not sending support.

Several African American detectives showed their racial talent and cursed rap.

But Luke believes that within an hour or two at most, the rap will be withdrawn.

What I said is not included. It's a classic function of the flight information.

It fully proves that what Fei Xun said, not only can it send fast, but also can eat back faster.

At that moment, the phone rang in Dustin's office, and he immediately went to pick it up.

A man's voice came over the phone: "Hello, is this Constable Dustin hammer?"

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

The man at the other end of the phone chuckled: "sampler Simon once told the people who made the show that the play was coming. Give me your pie, or I'll screw your head off. You see, the subway station is just the beginning. Well, you have a John McLean there, don't you

Dustin put his hand on the table and said, "he's on indefinite leave."

The other end of the phone laughed, "no, he has to be here. He has to be here today."

Dustin: who are you

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

Dustin: what do you want to do

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

Dustin: what game

Simon: "you can call it - Simon said. Simon will tell officer McLean what to do. Officer McLean must do it. Disobedience will lead to punishment. "

Dustin's heart leaped, his face darkened. "What punishment?"

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

A moment later, Dustin hung up the phone, picked up his office phone and dialed John's number.Half a minute later, he put away his cell phone, walked to the door with a black face, raised the volume and shouted, "Connie, do you know where John is?"

Connie covered the microphone in her hand. "I don't know. Maybe I'm drunk in some dustbin."

Dustin held his forehead with his hands, and he guessed the same.

But he could only send a message to John and Joe from the group.

The message to John is to let him contact himself immediately.

The message to Joe is to let him put down everything in his hand, find John the bastard at the first time, and then inform the Bureau.

Half an hour later, in an operation logistics car, Joe took the painkiller she brought from the police station from Connie's side and handed it to John sitting on the floor with a bottle of mineral water.

Dustin and several key members of the police station formed a half circle and watched from a commanding height, with a face full of pain.

Dustin can't help but make complaints about herself. "Jesus (God), John, you look like a Shi."

He told John not to drink too much and to have a good rest.

Now, as expected, all those words are said to the dog.

John didn't hear it. He has a hangover and a bad headache. Let's go!

After taking the two painkillers Joe poured out, he raised his hand up.

Joe reluctantly shakes the bottle again, and adds two more pieces to him. Otherwise, John will go to do what Simon said with a headache later. Maybe the guy will strike.

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

"4667," they all said

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

Everyone was speechless.

More than half of NYPD people like to bet with their own alarm. It's a lottery. It's normal to think of winning but not winning. No one takes it seriously.

We are all old acquaintances, and we remember each other's alarm numbers clearly, so every time we win a prize, we know that no one has won.

"Hell's kitchen in a minute, boss." Billy, the police officer driving ahead, warned.

Dustin's black line: you deserve to drive all your life! At this time, even if we don't deliberately say Clinton District, we can also say the street name and hell kitchen.