Chapter 38

At the last second when his consciousness subsided, Jason sincerely sighed: Jinhe, how strong!

Then his head tilted and he completely fainted.

[Ding【 Hi, grass soldier] mission failed!]

[Ding【 [fighting madman] mission failed!]

"Hoo..."

After venting, Jin and his resentment dissipated, and he felt comfortable all over.

He waved to the car in the distance, and one of his men immediately came out of the car.

"Boss!"

"Contact a rescue helicopter and take Jason to the hospital. He can't die until he tells the secret."

"OK, boss."

After the call, his subordinates asked, "boss, what about those journalists? Will you send them back? "

Kim looked back at the mess at the scene, thought for a moment and said, "let them take some photos. Keep them for the time being. Maybe they can use them in the future."

His men nodded, ran back to the car and asked these black hearted journalists who collected the money to take pictures.

The bodies of the "charity" personnel, the living supplies in the container, and the burning cars in front of them.

When the reporters took good photos, a roar of propeller came from the distance.

Kim looked up and wondered: is the rescue helicopter coming so fast?

When he got closer, he saw clearly that this was not a rescue helicopter in the hospital, but an armed helicopter used by the police.

Three English letters are also sprayed on the side of the fuselage.

DEA (U.S. drug enforcement agency)

In the airborne loudspeaker, Stanfield's voice came out: "this is the New York DEA. Everyone below, immediately hold your head and lie on the ground!"

As soon as the reporter saw the situation, he was so frightened that he hurried to lie on the ground with his head in his hands.

Jin and straightened his back with his hands, his face full of discontent.

Who is he?

He is king of the underground world in New York.

He has always been kneeling for others. I want him to kneel for others. Hum, dream!

"The fat man below, immediately hold his head and lie on the ground! This is the last warning! "

Squeak!

A mechanical sound sounded. The airborne 23mm multi barrel machine gun on the helicopter began to aim at Jin and then turned wildly.

Bulletproof suits can only be bulletproof. If you encounter a machine gun

Forget it, I can't afford it.

Kim held his head in his hands and lay down on the ground.

After all the on-site personnel were under control, the helicopter landed slowly.

Stanfield jumped off the plane with four armed confidants.

Kim Ho, reporter, Jason

Burning cars, corpses everywhere, messy living materials in containers.

Stan glanced around and understood what had happened at the scene.

It turned out that Jin and the son of a bitch put it together.

He went to Jason with a gloomy face and touched the artery in his neck.

Fortunately, people are still alive.

He quickly made a gesture. The two confidants immediately took the gun and carefully carried Jason to the helicopter.

The other two confidants took out the camera and the memory card in the camera.

Stan walked up to Kim and squatted down, looking down at him with a bad face.

"Dare to set me up. You think your life is too long. You'd better pray that Jason is all right, or..."

Kim didn't care about his threat, but said in a slightly surprised tone.

"I thought Jason and your DEA had reached some kind of agreement. He gave the location of hi grass factory in New York, and you provided him with a hiding place and concealed his identity."

"But now it seems that the relationship between you is more complex than I thought, and even... There is a sense of superior subordinate relationship. Hehe, I really don't know what benefits he has given you. "

Stan snorted coldly, spit on Kim's face, and then turned to board the helicopter.

The helicopter soared into the air and flew quickly towards the hospital.

Kim did not slowly get up from the ground, but the mobile phone in his pocket rang. It was an unknown number.

"Jin Bing, something big has happened. The police department is going to clean up the underground forces in New York tonight. You should hide the illegal materials quickly, or you will be in trouble. "

"Hum! How can you tell me such important information until now? "

"The boss is ready to play this time. Really, he confiscated all the police officers' mobile phones. I lied and sneaked out only when there was an emergency at home. Don't worry about anything else. Let someone hide the supplies quickly. "

"Don't worry, I've already hidden the supplies. By the way, Jason appeared. "

"What! Jason! Where is he? "

"Taken away by the DEA."

“FUCK！ It's the son of a bitch from the DEA again! Now that they have taken people away, our police station can't intervene. "

"Idiot! Can the DEA eat such a big cake? Report the news quickly, and your boss will have a way. "

"Well, I'll report it immediately. You deliberately told me this news. I don't think it was a sudden kindness. "

"Of course not. Jason has a big secret. You must help me dig it out. "

………………

Looking at Jason's tragedy, Stan shook his head and called Franklin.

"How's it going? Is the boss okay? "

"People are still alive, the rest is hard to say."

“FUCK！”

"Don't blame yourself too much. Everyone is responsible for tonight. If you hadn't informed me urgently, Jason might have been taken away by Kim. "

"God, I hope the boss can survive this time."

"Hurry back to the safe house. I'll deal with the boss."

Hang up and the helicopter landed on the top floor of the hospital.

After the helicopter stopped, the medical staff already waiting here rushed up with stretchers and instruments.

Bandage hemostasis, normal saline injection, ventilator oxygen supply... All available first aid methods are used.

The spacious walkways were all empty, and four doctors rushed towards the operating room with stretchers.

This is a patient personally sent by the director of the Drug Enforcement Bureau of New York, and the importance of the patient has been emphasized countless times on the phone. Naturally, the hospital should attach great importance to it.

The stretcher pushed smoothly into the operating room.

Seeing the red light in the operating room, Stan leaned back and sighed.

He sat down on the bench outside the corridor, anxious and burning.

Jason's injury is entirely his responsibility.

He is too light of the enemy and too anxious.

If you can be more cautious, the outcome may be different.

Ten minutes later, a doctor in a white coat came out of the operating room.

Stan hurried up and asked, "doctor, how is he?"

The doctor pulled down his mask and shook his head: "the patient suffered from multiple injuries, excessive blood loss, serious fractures of his arms, chest and abdomen, internal bleeding caused by damage to his spleen and kidney... In short, his injury was too serious, and the possibility of saving him was very small."

Stan's eyes turned red. He held the doctor's collar and said, "doctor! I don't want to hear this nonsense! This person inside is very, very important! No matter what medicine you take or what way you think, you must save him! "

The doctor was startled by Stan and hurriedly said, "don't worry, we will do our best. I immediately contacted doctors in other hospitals for consultation overnight. "

Stanson opened his hand and begged, "please!"