With casualties numbering in the thousands, even the emergency departments of many hospitals in a megacity like New York are overwhelmed. Many seriously injured people may die before they even get on the operating table.
Luke has begun to use the light of life to try his best to save the lives of all those with the most serious injuries.
But he couldn't do anything for those with head injuries or heavy bleeding.
At the same time, the clone was also dispatched, and changed into a stranger's face, and went to the subway station in Queens to carry out rescue.
Compared to the original body, the clone has almost no scruples when using the light of life. It only needs to cover it up slightly, and its efficiency is much higher than that of the original body.
Even so, many injured people will inevitably die due to lack of timely rescue.
In about half an hour, he completed the initial rescue work at the subway station.
Amid the screams, wailing and crying in the subway station, he called Selina and the two returned to the ground.
He did everything he could, and the rest was left to the patrol police and paramedics who arrived one after another.
This scene was the luckiest one among the eight subway stations because Luke and his companion were nearby when the explosion occurred.
The two of them didn't waste any time and drove to another subway station in Brooklyn after getting on the bus.
There are clones working hard at the three subway stations in Queens, so Luke and his companions just need to deal with the three subway stations in Brooklyn.
As for the two subway stations where the explosion occurred in Manhattan, there are several hospitals nearby, and the situation is much better than in the two districts here. We can only hope that the rescue workers are powerful enough.
While Luke and Selina were busy here, the detective bureau was also in chaos.
Most of the agents rushed to the subway station, and the remaining clerks were very busy.
The phone on the desk and the cell phones in their pockets kept ringing, making them busy and flustered.
There were detectives and acquaintances who called the police, and there were relatives and friends who inquired about the situation.
The weather in this May afternoon was extremely irritating. Everyone was sweating and many people's voices were already hoarse.
As the head of the detective bureau, Dustin did not go out.
He must stay in the bureau to ensure unimpeded 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 a problem that cannot be solved can come and ask him directly.
At the same time, he would take time to check the updates of several discussion groups on his mobile phone.
Forget about the big team of the Detective Bureau. The information in it is increasing at a rate of scrolling across the screen, and it is impossible to keep up.
On the other hand, in the group consisting of Luke and his girlfriend, and Elsa and her two daughters, there wasn't a lot of information, but it was all very important.
Luke and his companions secretly collect intelligence for research when they have nothing to do. Elsa and Elizabeth, one works in an administrative position at the headquarters, and the other is in charge of network information collection. Both are experienced in intelligence work.
In addition to ensuring each other's safety, the following information is necessary and concise.
Unlike the large group in the Detective Bureau, some of the more than 100 detectives directly left voice messages cursing.
They were not scolding their colleagues in the team, but scolding the bosses at the headquarters for not sending support.
Several African-American detectives showed their racial talents, and their scolding sounded like rap.
But Luke believes that within an hour or two at most, all these abusive raps will be withdrawn.
What you said can be ignored, this is a classic function on Fetion.
It fully proves that what is said on Feixun can not only be sent very quickly, but also be consumed even faster.
At this moment, the phone in Dustin's office rang and he immediately walked over to answer it.
A man's voice came from the phone: "Hello, is this Chief Dustin Hammer?"
Dustin frowned: "It's me, who are you?"
The man on the other end of the line chuckled. "Sample Simon once said to the pie maker, 'The fun is about to begin. Give me your pie, or I'll tear your head off. You see, the subway station is just the beginning. Um, you got a guy called John McClane there, right?"
Dustin paused as he tapped his hands on the table. "He's been put 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
Simon on the other end of the phone: "I want to play a game."
Dustin: “What game?”
Simon: "You can call it - Simon said. Simon will tell Officer McClain what to do, and Officer McClain must do it. Failure to comply 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 moment, Dustin hung up the phone, picked up his work cell phone and dialed John's number.
Half a minute later, he put away his phone, walked to the door with a dark face, and shouted in a loud voice: "Connie, do you know where John is?"
Connie covered the microphone in her hand and said, "I don't know. Maybe he died drunk in a trash can."
Dustin put his hand on his forehead, guessing that was the case.
In desperation, he could only send a message to John and Joe separately in the group.
The message to John was for 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, in an operational logistics vehicle, Joe took the painkillers that Connie 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 semicircle, looking down from above with annoyed looks on their faces.
Even a calm person like Dustin couldn't help but complain: "Jesus (God), John, you look like a piece of shit."
He had also reminded John not to drink too much and to get enough rest.
Now I see that those words were indeed spoken to the dog.
John pretended not to hear. He was still hungover and had a severe headache. So what
Taking the two painkillers that Joe poured out, he raised his hand.
Joe shook the bottle helplessly again and gave him two more tablets. Otherwise, when John had a headache and went to do "that thing" that Simon mentioned, this guy might go on strike.
He swallowed the painkillers 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 looks like we're all doomed."
Everyone was speechless.
More than half of the NYPD people like to use their police numbers to bet, just to try their luck. They think about winning, but it's normal not to win, and no one takes it seriously.
We are all old acquaintances and remember each other's police numbers clearly, so every time the lottery is drawn, everyone knows who has not won.
"We'll be at Hell's Kitchen soon, boss," police officer Billy, who was driving in front, reminded.
Dustin was so angry: You deserve to drive for the rest of your life! Even if you don't mention Clinton, you can also say the street name, why mention Hell's Kitchen