One Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Six Chapters Game, a Shxt-Like John

This kind of casualties on the order of thousands is too much for the emergency departments of many hospitals in a super metropolis like New York, and many seriously injured people may die before going 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 do anything about those injured in the head or those with extensive bleeding.

At the same time, the clone was also dispatched, and put on a stranger's face, and went to the subway station in Queens for rescue.

Compared with the deity, the clone has no scruples in using the light of life, just cover it up a little, and the efficiency is much higher than that of the deity.

Even so, there are bound to be a lot of injured people who will die due to the lack of rescue.

In about half an hour, he completed the initial rescue work at this subway station.

Amid the screams and wailing in the subway station, he called Selena, and the two returned to the ground.

He did everything he could, and the rest had to be handed over to the patrolling police and ambulance personnel who arrived one after another.

This scene was the luckiest of the eight subway stations, because Luke and the two were nearby when the explosion occurred.

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

There are clones working hard in the three subway stations in Queens, and Luke and the two can handle the three subway stations in Brooklyn.

As for the two subway stations in Manhattan where the explosion occurred, there are several hospitals nearby. The situation is much better than the situation in the two districts here. We can only hope that the rescuers will be strong enough.

And when Luke and Selena were busy here, the police station was also in chaos.

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

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

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

At this moment, the weather in the afternoon of May was extremely irritating, everyone was sweating profusely, and many people's voices had already begun to hoarse.

As the head of the police department,

Dustin didn't move.

He had to stay in the bureau and make sure he had no trouble communicating with both the top and bottom.

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

Anyone who has a problem that cannot be solved can directly ask him.

At the same time, he will take time to look at the dynamics of several discussion groups on his mobile phone.

Forget the large group of the Police Detective Bureau, the information in it is increasing in the way of swiping the screen, and it is impossible to see it.

On the other hand, in the group with Luke and Elsa, the information is not too much, but it is very important.

Luke and the two secretly engaged in intelligence research when they had nothing to do. One of Elsa and Elizabeth was an administrative position in the headquarters, and the other was in charge of network information collection, both of whom were old intelligence workers.

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

Unlike in the large group of the Police Detective Bureau, some of the more than 100 police detectives directly scolded the streets with their voice messages.

They are not scolding the colleagues in the group, but scolding the bosses in the headquarters for not sending support and so on.

Several African-American police detectives are even more racially gifted, and they all scolded people with the feeling of rap.

But Luke believes that within an hour or two at most, these curse raps will all be withdrawn.

What you have said can be counted, this is a classic function on Feixun.

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

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

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

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

The man on the other end of the phone chuckled: "Sampler-Simon once said to pie people, the show is about to happen. Give me your pie or I'll screw your head off. You see, the subway station is just a Begin. Well, you have a guy named John McClain in there, right?"

Dustin's hand, which was lightly tapping on the table, paused: "He's been on indefinite leave."

The other end of the phone laughed: "No, he has to be there, he has to be there today."

Dustin: "Who are you?"

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

Dustin: "What do you want to do?"

Simon on the other end of the phone: "I want to play a game."

Dustin: "What game?"

Simon: "You can call it Simon Says. Simon will tell Officer McClain what to do, Officer McClain has to do it, and disobedience will result in punishment."

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

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

After a while, Dustin hung up the phone, picked up his office phone and dialed John's number.

Half a minute later, he put away his phone, walked to the door with a black face, raised his voice and shouted, "Connie, do you know where John is?"

Connie covered the microphone in her hand: "I don't know, maybe it's in a trash can."

Dustin put his hand on his forehead, he guessed it too.

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

The message to John was to let him contact him immediately.

The message to Joe was to let him put down everything in his hand, find the bastard John as soon as possible, and then notify the bureau.

Half an hour later, in an operational logistics vehicle, Joe took the painkillers she brought from the police station from Connie, and handed it to John, who was sitting on the floor, along with a bottle of mineral water.

Dustin and a few backbones of the police station formed a half-circle, watching condescendingly, his face full of pain.

A calm person like Dustin can't help but complain: "Jesus (God), John, you look like a piece of shit."

This is what he told John not to drink too much and have a good rest.

Looking at it now, sure enough, those words were all told to the dog.

Just pretend John didn't hear it, he's still hungover and has a severe headache, so let's go!

Taking the two painkillers Joe poured out, he lifted his hand up.

Joe reluctantly shook the bottle again and added two more slices to him, otherwise the guy might strike when John has a headache to do "that thing" Simon said.

He swallowed the painkiller, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a breath, and then asked, "Well, what was the lottery number last night?"

Everyone said in unison: "4667."

John shrugged. "Looks like we're out of play."

Everyone was speechless.

More than half of the people in nypd like to use their siren to bet.

Everyone is old acquaintances, and they all remember each other's warning signs clearly, so every time the lottery is drawn, everyone knows that no one has won.

"It's going to Hell's Kitchen soon, boss," reminded Billy, the police officer driving ahead.

Dustin's head is full of black lines: You deserve to drive for the rest of your life, Billy! At this time, even if you don't deliberately say the Clinton District, you can say the street name, what Hell's Kitchen is mentioned.