Author: Silently does not exist

Superintendent Gray, who got out of the car first, was asking him about the situation.

"How did the accident happen?"

Although this middle-aged and fat county police officer had a head injury, he still seemed to be conscious, but he was still in shock and stammered.

"Well, a coyote suddenly jumped in front of the car, and Graham turned the steering wheel hard, and we flipped over."

Superintendent Gray looked down the slope and continued to ask.

"How many people are there in the car?"

Seeing the LAPD surrounding him, the county police officer calmed down a bit.

"Twenty prisoners, and two guards."

Realizing that he was a little unsteady, Superintendent Gray quickly stepped forward to support him.

"Have any prisoners escaped?"

"should have"

Seeing the county police officer losing consciousness, Superintendent Gray shouted an order.

"Go down and count the people."

Zoe on the side picked up the walkie-talkie and called the command center.

"The command center, this is 7L10, is at the scene of the car accident. I declare that the city has entered a tactical alert state. A large number of ambulances are needed, and additional helicopters are dispatched to conduct searches."

"Deploy all available police forces from Rampart to North Hollywood to perform search missions at the scene, focusing on the scene of the car accident and searching the surrounding area. The tentative scope is limited to an estimated ten-minute walk."

Jack pulled out his gun and followed the others down the steep slope to the bus, which was still smoking.

This kind of bus, which is specially used to transport prisoners, has been modified. Because there are strong protective bars outside the bus window, even if it rolls down a steep hillside, people will not be thrown out of the bus window and fall everywhere.

But when everyone arrived at the front of the car, they saw a prisoner wearing an orange prison uniform lying outside.

Tim stretched out his hand to hold the other person's carotid artery and shook his head, indicating that this was already a corpse.

Jack and John were on guard against the overturned bus, while the relatively petite Angela and Hannah got in through the shattered windshield at the front of the bus.

A dozen injured people in the car fell to the ground in various directions, some were still groaning, and some were dead. An injured county police officer saw the two of them trying to get up, but was pulled by Angela to signal them not to move.

"The ambulance is on the way. Please briefly describe the situation."

"Seven prisoners escaped and they took my keys and my pistol."

Angela immediately picked up the walkie-talkie to report.

"Attention all units, there are seven prisoners on the run, at least one of whom is armed with a gun."

At this time, John noticed that there seemed to be movement in the bushes in the distance and shouted loudly.

"Something was observed at ten o'clock."

Tim signaled: "Go and take a look, be careful."

Jack thought for a while, he couldn't help here. There were so many seriously wounded prisoners, regardless of whether they were worth saving. He couldn't just go up and do nothing, just touch them one by one, so he hit Tim.

Hello.

"I'll go too. There are fugitives with guns. It's too dangerous for John to be alone." He then followed into the bushes.

Behind the bushes was a path leading to the dense forest. A large trail of blood trailed on the dead branches and leaves on the ground. The two looked at each other and took turns to cover their way into the dense forest.

A few steps ahead, a man moaned in pain. John was about to shout loudly, but Jack, who had already concentrated on improving his perception, patted his arm to signal his attention, and then hurried forward.

They found the third county police officer, the deputy captain, who had lost his left foot and was still desperately trying to crawl forward.

"Hey. Relax and let me help you."

Jack knelt down on one knee, put one hand on the other person's shoulder, and used healing techniques. The other person was obviously on the verge of hemorrhagic shock and was already unconscious.

John quickly turned on the intercom and called: "7A15, I need an ambulance right away. The location is 60 yards east of the car accident scene. A man in his 50s is in critical condition."

Jack took out his belt and tried to stop the bleeding while trying to hold down the wounded who was still struggling.

"I have to go and ask for help. Someone has run away. I have to go and ask for help."

"Hey, don't move. Support is here. We're right here. What's your name?"

"Graham."

"My name is Jack, and he is John. Are you the driver? Your colleagues have been saved. Just lie down and don't move. The ambulance will be here in a moment."

Graham's face turned pale, his lips were trembling, and his voice was broken.

"Am I going to die?"

Jack motioned to John to help lift the opponent's thigh, tied a knot in the belt, put it on the broken limb, and then answered.

"As long as I'm here, you won't be able to bear it."

After saying that, before he could react, he pulled out the belt fiercely and tied the broken leg that was still bleeding tightly to death. Now we were not thinking about whether it would become necrotic. If the bleeding stopped, this guy would die.

Graham was so weak that he couldn't even scream. His whole body convulsed and he almost fainted.

"Hey Graham, stay awake okay, you'll be fine."

Jack kept slapping the other person's cheeks, not daring to make him pass out.

Graham's injury was too severe. He did not stop the bleeding in time after breaking his leg. He crawled on the ground for nearly a hundred meters. Even his healing skills could only barely maintain his vital signs. And as time went on, Jack's head began to weaken.

I also started to feel dizzy, which is the result of the loss of mental energy.

Good old John couldn't bear to see this kind of scene the most, and the expression on his face was so painful that he almost cried.

"You will get better soon, you know, you will get better, as long as you hold on."

"This is 7A15, when will the damn ambulance arrive?"

Jack listened attentively, and vaguely heard the ambulance siren in his ears, and quickly patted the nervous John.

"John, the ambulance has arrived. Go and pick up the emergency personnel. I'll watch him here."

John nodded, turned around and ran out, and within two minutes he arrived with the emergency personnel.

The wounded man was put on the stretcher and the two of them helped carry him all the way to the ambulance. At this time, Graham, who was gradually regaining his consciousness, suddenly grabbed John's arm.

"Tell her I love her."

John, who was about to breathe a sigh of relief, quickly came closer to his mouth and asked, "Who does she refer to? Who do you want me to tell you?"

Graham looked like he was about to die and murmured: "Beth, tell Beth."

Watching the ambulance going away, John was stunned and looked at Jack who was rubbing his temples.

"Do you think he'll survive?"

"Probably, after the mission is over in the evening, we will go to the Central Hospital together to check it out. By the way, we can meet your old lover. Have you not made an appointment with her recently?"

John almost twisted his waist when Jack changed the subject, and looked a little embarrassed: "I have apologized to her, but I have been too busy these days and haven't asked her out yet."

Jack patted him on the shoulder: "Seize the opportunity. The last time I saw her, I found that the wedding ring on her right hand was gone."

John choked a few times and sighed: "Jack, Jia Lisi did tell me that she was going through divorce procedures recently, which is why she came to Los Angeles, but do you really think this is a good opportunity? After all, we are so

No contact for many years.”
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