By the time the brigade of police officers arrived at the safe house, the white ghost had already slipped away along the roof.
Apart from corpses lying on the ground, no one alive could be found at the scene.
This made many police officers who saw the scene feel nauseated and retched.
Suddenly, a burst of urgent shouting came, "Doctor, where is the doctor? God, there is someone alive here."
People who heard the cry for help rushed towards the direction of the sound. What caught their eyes was Uncle Hei, who had a dart stuck in his head and his face was covered in blood. He was unconscious.
But a person with such an injury is still alive and his eyes are still closed and moving.
People who saw all this were so frightened that they even called God.
Even the young emergency doctor who hurried over had a look of disbelief on his face when he saw this situation. He didn't even have the courage to remove the injured man's hair to check.
I am afraid that a slight touch will kill the injured person or scratch the other person's brain.
Fortunately, the emergency doctor did not dare to take action, but he still knew that he was a doctor, so he hurriedly shouted to the doctors and nurses working with him, "First use a portable device to scan his brain and do a blood test.
We must ensure that while lifting the injured, not only the necessary tests are completed, but everything must be prepared in the operating room.
Otherwise, it would be better to immobilize the injured person and maintain his vital signs."
The two doctors who were traveling together looked at the dart on the injured man's forehead, thought about it, and nodded in agreement.
"Inform Cliff's chief physician, who is holding a medical seminar in Cape Town, and tell him that no one in Johannesburg would dare to take over this operation except him."
"Understood", a clever doctor on the scene nodded quickly and ran outside.
Within a minute, Dr. Cliff, who was giving a neurosurgery seminar in Cape Town, received an urgent notice.
But after listening to his doctor's description of the injured man's injuries, the best surgeon in Johannesburg also felt dizzy.
But when he remembered the nationality of the injured, the guy rolled his eyes and went to two American doctors to ask for help.
When someone from their own country is injured, no matter what they think in their hearts, American doctors can only take the initiative to discuss it.
But after much discussion, everyone came to the conclusion that the risk was too great. If the injured person was still conscious, then it wouldn't be a big problem.
But the injured person is unconscious now, so the dart may have penetrated the skull. In this case, even putting the injured person on a stretcher may damage the brain.
Just as everyone was thinking about it, two men in black suits quickly walked into the meeting. After looking around, they walked straight towards Cliff and the other three.
"Doctor Cliff, Dr. Ward." The middle-aged man in a suit stopped talking and looked at the last doctor and said, "Doctor Strange, can you take a step to speak?"
After giving the middle-aged man a confused look, Strange nodded. The two of them walked to a deserted place. The middle-aged man took out his ID and said, "My name is David, and I am the C1A supervisor."
"Hello, hello".
It wasn't that he was afraid of c1a, but as soon as he heard the other party announce his identity, Strange knew that trouble was coming, "So the person with the knife in his forehead is one of your people?"
David was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "No, but he is far more important than me as a supervisor."
David was surprised to speak so directly to Strange. At the same time, he could only choose some words to explain and said, "Since you have guessed something, then I will make it clear.
The injured person is a traitor we have been hunting for almost two decades. This time, because of him, not only did C1A lose 6 agents, but the US military also lost 18 heavily armed elites.
Therefore, even if I don’t tell you, you can understand the importance and top-secret nature of the matter.”
"Although I am a neurosurgery expert, my field of expertise is not trauma."
Although he still has some patriotism, Strange does not want to risk his future by undergoing extremely risky surgery.
His great achievements in the medical field are not only due to his extreme intelligence and excellent skills, but also to his ability to pick on injured patients. He never does any surgery that he is not sure about.
David was not surprised that Strange would refuse. After thinking about it, he said, "But you are the best expert in neurosurgery that we can find now.
If you really don't take over, then according to the estimates of the doctors on site, the injured person is likely to become a vegetative state, and this is not the outcome we want.
Not only do we C1A want to know the information in his mind, but even people in the US military also want to know it.
Doctor Strange, although we do not have the power to order you, let alone make decisions for you, you must understand that it is C1a and an American Lieutenant General who are begging you this time."
Damn it, looking at David's eyes, Strange cursed secretly in his heart. When he was hesitating in his heart, David's eyes changed, "How about I ask General Ross, who has lost eighteen elites, to invite you?
However, if we really want him to come forward, it is not a matter of answering or not. Even if you sue us afterwards, I guarantee that the final result will be nothing."
The other party said it so clearly that Strange frowned, thought for a while and said, "Okay, I can accept the operation, but I need you to issue a disclaimer. Anything other than the operation has nothing to do with me after today.
”.
Seeing that the exemption that Strange wanted had nothing to do with the surgery, David immediately felt that the other party had absolute confidence that he would not make any mistakes in the surgery.
"No problem, Dr. Strange, you have the final say on everything about the surgery, and we will help you with the rest."
After the two of them finished speaking, they grabbed two doctors, Cliff and Ward, and boarded a helicopter to fly to Johannesburg.
Turning their attention back to half an hour ago, Colin and Tobin were in the interrogation room of the safe house. They could not hear the gunshots outside and received no message from the C1A combat team. They knew that the safe house had been captured.
Colin was holding a cell phone while talking to his boss David, holding a gun and looking at Tobin.
When he heard his boss say that Tobin would be saved no matter what, Colin nodded in agreement and couldn't help but think about how to escape.
It's not like there's no way out, the worst he can do is return to the Assassin Brotherhood, so he has no intention of dedicating himself to the United States.
Colin's expression was also seen by Tobin, who was always paying attention to him.
"Hey, man, since we don't want to die, should we help me unlock the handcuffs?"
Moving his cuffed hands and feet, Tobin said with a smile, "If you knew who the person who has been chasing me is, you would understand that none of us can survive without joining forces."
"No need," Colin snorted coldly, "In less than ten minutes, a large number of support will arrive, and even if this interrogation room is blown up with explosives, there is no way to break through the alloy door as thick as a finger in a short time."
Seeing that Colin was willing to talk, Tobin smiled and deliberately said in a low voice, "Have you ever heard of Transformers?"
Colin Yileng, as a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, he has his own secret channels, and of course he has heard about the alien life that makes the Americans go to war.
"Would you like to make extra money, measured in hundreds of millions and dollars?"