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    ¡°This kind of casualties, which are on the order of thousands, cannot be tolerated by the emergency departments of many hospitals in megacities like New York. Many seriously injured people may die before going to the operating table.

    Luke has begun to use the light of life to try his best to hang up the lives of all the most seriously injured people.

    But there is nothing he can do for those injured on the head, or those with extensive bleeding.

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

    "Compared to the main body, the clone has basically no scruples in using the light of life, just cover it up a little, and the efficiency is much higher than that of the main body.

    Even so, many injured people will inevitably die due to insufficient rescue efforts.

    In about half an hour, he completed the preliminary rescue work of the subway station.

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

    He did everything he could, and the rest could only be left to the patrol police and ambulance personnel who arrived one after another.

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

    The two didn¡¯t waste any time. After getting up, they drove to another subway station in Brooklyn.

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

    As for the two subway stations in Manhattan where explosions occurred, there are several hospitals nearby. The situation is much better than the two districts here. We can only hope that the rescuers will be able to do their best.

    While Luke and Selina were busy here, the detective station was also in chaos.

    Most of the agents rushed to the subway station, and the remaining clerks were extremely busy.

    The phones on their desks and the phones in their pockets rang one after another, leaving them in a hurry.

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

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

    As the head of the police detective bureau, Dustin did not take action.

    He must stay in the bureau to ensure smooth communication with both superiors and subordinates.

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

    Anyone who has an unsolvable problem can come and ask him directly.

    At the same time, he will take time to check the status of several discussion groups on his mobile phone.

    Forget about the large group of the Police Detective Bureau, the information inside is just increasing by flooding the screen, making it impossible to read it.

    On the other hand, in the group with Luke and Elsa, there is not a lot of information, but it is all important.

    Luke and Luke were secretly collecting information for research when they had nothing to do. Elsa and Elizabeth were in administrative positions at the headquarters, and the other was in charge of network information collection. They were both experienced in intelligence work.

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

    Unlike in the large police department, some of the more than 100 detectives just leave voice messages to curse.

    They were not scolding their colleagues in the team, but scolding the boss at the headquarters for not sending support.

    Several African-American police detectives even showed off their racial talents, and their curse words sounded like rap.

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

    What you said doesn¡¯t matter, this is a classic feature 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 and picked 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: "Sample-Simon once said to those who make pie, the show is about to begin. Give me your pie, or I will twist your head off. You see, the subway station is just a  Start. Well, you have a guy named John McClain there, right?"

    Dustin¡¯s hand that was tapping lightly on the table paused: ¡°He has been placed on indefinite leave.¡±

    The person on the other end of the phone laughed: "No, he has to be here. He has to be here today."

    Dustin: "Who are you?"

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

    Dustin: "What do you want to do?"

    Telephone numberSimon with a headache: "I want to play a game."

    Dustin: "What game?"

    Simon: "You can call it - Simon said. Simon will tell Officer McClain to do something, Officer McClain must do it, and disobedience will result in punishment."

    Dustin¡¯s heart skipped a beat and his face darkened: ¡°What punishment?¡±

    Simon chuckled: "There will be another big 'accident' at 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 she died of drunkenness in a trash can."

    Dustin put his hand on his forehead, and he guessed that was the case.

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

    The message to John was to ask him to contact me immediately.

    The message to Joe was to ask him to put down everything he was doing, find that bastard John as soon as possible, and then notify the bureau.

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

    Dustin and several key members of the Detective Bureau formed a half-circle, watching from a high position, with expressions of pain on their faces.

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

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

    Looking at it now, it turns out that those words were all meant for dogs.

    John pretended not to hear it. He is still hungover and has a severe headache. Just do it!

    Taking the two painkillers poured out by Joe, he raised his hands.

    Joe helplessly shook the bottle again and added two more tablets to him. Otherwise, when John had a headache and did "that thing" that Simon said, this guy might go on strike.

    He swallowed the painkiller with water, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then asked: "Well, what were the lottery numbers last night?"

    Everyone said in unison: "4667."

    John shrugged: "It seems we are all out."

    Everyone was speechless.

    More than half of the people in nypd like to use their police numbers to bet, which is considered to be a chance of winning. It is normal to think about winning but not win, and no one takes it seriously.

    ?We are all old acquaintances and remember each other¡¯s warning signs clearly, so every time the lottery is drawn, everyone knows that no one has won.

    ¡°We¡¯ll be in Hell¡¯s Kitchen soon, boss.¡± Billy, the police officer driving in front, reminded.

    Dustin¡¯s head is full of black lines: You deserve to be driving for the rest of your life!  At this time, even if you don't deliberately say Clinton District, you can also mention the street name and mention Hell's Kitchen.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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