V4.Chapter 23

"Dr. iver, have you considered the impact of medical isolation and airport blockade?"

"It will immediately stop New York's export trade to all parts of the world."

"Do you know how much damage this will cause? A full $70 billion!"

"I appreciate your honesty, but let the transportation safety committee deal with it."

"I heard that you have some family problems to deal with recently. I approved the leave and came back after a month's rest with full pay."

Nine ten in the morning.

Dr. iver started the car silently, and these words echoed in his ears.

He lost his job.

No, to be exact, it should be a temporary unemployment and can come back to work in a month.

But what about that mysterious virus?

Dr. iver knows that the so-called transportation safety committee is simply an empty shelf, and no medical personnel are involved.

At the latest tomorrow morning, Kennedy International Airport will be reopened to welcome passengers from all over the world. Perhaps, a disaster is about to sweep the world.

Although Eve has a strong desire for control and fails to fulfill the responsibilities of a husband and a father, it is undeniable that he is a qualified medical officer.

When his superiors refused to dissect the bodies of the 204 victims in the cabin, he risked his own life and asked the chief medical examiner in the New York area for help.

When the minister banned the CDC from intervening, he was still unwilling to stop the investigation.

Because it's your responsibility.

Eve slowly drove out of the airport parking garage with one hand holding the steering wheel, while the other hand held a mobile phone. The contact displayed on the screen was the chief forensic office.

Doo... Doo

Unfortunately, no one answered.

"This guy is probably still busy. Go home and see Zach first."

Eve shook his head, threw his cell phone into the co driver's seat and focused on driving.

The airport police force has also received the same notice: it will be dissolved immediately and take a half paid leave for one month.

Obviously, the female minister was determined to crowd out all the people in other departments.

However, not everyone is as responsible as Dr. iver. Sheriff Ross was ecstatic and couldn't help but turn his mouth to both sides at the moment of receiving the notice.

Frankly speaking, in peacetime, police officers stationed in places like the airport were only responsible for maintaining order and had never seen blood at all. Last night's experience almost scared them of heart disease.

Now he can take a long paid holiday. That's God's eye opener.

Sheriff Ross waved his hand and said bluntly, "boys, have a dinner tonight? It's my treat!"

"Boss, maybe the day after tomorrow. I just want to find a place to sleep."

"Yes..."

"I have no appetite these two days."

The members of the police force who had not slept all night and kept running refused one after another, but Lu Li and Paul didn't say anything. They were in a bad mood——

One knows that the situation is urgent and must find ways to prevent the outbreak of disaster; A dedicated person eager to make contributions and eager to further his career.

Seeing this, the sheriff thought a little and made a final decision: "then go back to your homes first. Gather in flushing at 7 p.m. the day after tomorrow. I'll treat you to Chinese food."

Flushing, a business district with strong East Asian flavor, can eat authentic Chinese food and variant Chinese food in line with the tastes of Europeans and Americans.

Therefore, Sheriff Ross's proposal won cheers, and then the people crowded in the duty room left in twos and threes.

Because they are not performing official duties, they can not use police cars and can only drive private vehicles home according to relevant regulations.

Lu Li and Paul share a car and live in the same apartment. After all, the cost of living in New York is very high, and the monthly salary is barely enough to save too much money.

Drop!

Not far away, a black Chevrolet lights up.

This is their public car.

Lu Li threw the key to Paul. In the strange memory implanted into him by the headmaster, this guy from Texas loves driving. From police cars to private cars, as long as they act in a team, they must be each other in the driver's seat.

Maybe every Texas cowboy has a gene for speed.

Paul skillfully engaged the gear and stepped on the accelerator to reverse the Chevrolet: "happy long holiday, have you decided where to play."

"I almost forgot. In a few days, the Yankees will play at home in New York. Can we go together? I can get tickets."

Paul asked and answered himself, but his expression was not so happy.

Lu Li shook his head and said, "wait here first. I'll get something back from the police car."

"I see."

After a few minutes, the vehicle starts again.

While turning the steering wheel, Paul glanced at the back seat. There was a police rifle, a shotgun and a backpack full of bullets, which fell into the hands of interested people, enough to start a big event that shocked New York.

After all, they are not civil castration versions.

"Man, aren't you going to explain? We're not on a mission. Once our peers find out, we'll have to go to prison for more than half a year."

With that, Paul looked at Lu Li with his spare light and waited patiently for an answer.

As for the assumption mentioned just now, it is difficult to establish unless someone deliberately embarrasses both of them.

"It's hard to explain."

Lu Li wanted to talk and stopped.

It's not that Paul is unreliable, but that he really doesn't know what to say.

"About the dead flight?"

"That's right."

"Did you find anything?"

"Yes."

At this point, Paul's jawbone shook gently, "is it reliable?"

"See with your own eyes."

"Done!" red necked Paul beamed. "Let me think, you don't drive out in the middle of the night to buy coffee at all."

"It is said that at that time, the special police blocked the airport exit and prohibited large vehicles from going out. There must have been some important large objects lost."

"Who's the mole?"

"What did you trace?"

At this moment, this guy is like a detective, his hands are gradually off the steering wheel, and the black Chevrolet car swings left and right on the road like a drunkard.

Fortunately, the International Airport has not been completely unsealed, and there are not many vehicles nearby. Otherwise, Luli really has to go to prison for a walk, and then there will be another prison break.

"Man, look at the road first. We'll talk about it when we get back to the apartment."

Lu Li knew that Paul was eager to make contributions, but he didn't expect that he could be so anxious.

"Yes... You're right."

"Ha ha, Uncle Paul finally waited for the opportunity to make meritorious service."

Looking at the temporary partner who almost laughed like a fool, Lu Li had a doubt in his heart: did he find the wrong person to help.

However, more than ten minutes later, Paul did give Lu Li a surprise.

He thought the atmosphere was dull, so he told a joke. While holding back his smile, he said:

"I heard from the security guard on duty in the terminal last night that a crazy old man with weapons broke into the airport. His foreword didn't match the last word. First, he said that he had fought with the devil, and that he could stabilize the situation by controlling the coffin..."

"He also said that all the heads on the plane must be cut off with silver weapons, including the victims..."

The sound gradually decreased.

Because he saw Lu Li's serious face, which was by no means an attitude of listening to jokes.