Preliminary summary: Cologne has a sister whose husband is a doctor. James was discharged from the hospital, and Coulson was still in the hospital. Lip and Black Cat appear in some dying guy's dream about the battlefield. End of feed.
People can't live by themselves, so they can only rely on machines, because everyone else is busy living their own lives, so they have time to care about you? Oh, wrong, you can also rely on the shadow man. The two or three days of life that have been extended are also life. If you meet a shadow person like Wander, he might be kind enough to give you a chance to say your final farewell to this world.
But if this happens, don’t count on it. Not everyone has Chapman's luck.
For example, in the intensive care unit, the person Cologne is looking at now is a person who should stay in the hospice care department instead of using his privileges to occupy medical resources here.
"Ike, so don't say that you crossed half the federation just to die in front of me." The chief of the North District Police Department had a sad smile on his face, as if he had spent a lot of effort before he spoke. Such a joke.
The man surrounded by medical equipment raised his withered hand with a needle inserted into it, and removed the oxygen mask on his face. There was also a smile on the corner of his dry mouth, "Haha..."
Colon pressed back the oxygen mask and looked back at his brother-in-law to confirm whether the man named Ike on the bed could do this.
"He can breathe on his own." This was the answer in a very objective tone, "But not for too long, his lungs can't bear it..."
Cologne waved his hand, a little impatiently, and it had nothing to do with the cold objectivity. We know that Cologne didn't like this doctor brother-in-law very much, "You can go out."
"Don't, don't make this difficult, doctor..." The voice was dry and seemed to be broken at any time. It was just a few words, and the oxygen mask that had just been removed was moved back again. The white air on the transparent mask shrouded and dissipated, shrouded and dissipated, as if after taking a few hard breaths, the oxygen mask was removed again, "Haha, he is probably. It's just that he feels unlucky..."
Repeat the above action, again, "He looks like a promising guy..."
Repeat, seemingly without relying on those few forced breaths. This Ike couldn't finish what he wanted to say, "Take over, a hopeless patient like me..."
This time, it was Colon who pressed the oxygen mask back, "Don't say that."
Ike responded to this sentence with the intermittent white mist spreading on the oxygen mask, which was a smile.
Colon made sure that the other party's hand was put back safely and that he would not touch the oxygen mask again. He took out a document and said, "I found the person you asked for." There was a strange look on his face. The cover with the citizen's file was opened, and a black and white photo was revealed. The door of the prison room was covered. Push away.
"Director!" Coulson leaned against the door with the help of a nurse, leaning on crutches. A police officer stood behind Coulson with a helpless expression, giving the chief a look that said, "He has to come in."
Colon frowned. Looking at Coulson, "Why are you here?"
"Oh!" Coulson glanced at the indifferent little nurse beside him, "They asked me to walk more to help my recovery. Well, I see there are brothers here. Come and take a look. I heard you are here, the director. "..." His tone was a little unnatural, well, it was sour. He was probably unhappy that the director came to the hospital but didn't come to see him as a hero. But he immediately glanced at the person on the bed and put away his boring thoughts, "So come here say hi."
Cologne curled his lips and was silent for a while, "I'm visiting my comrade-in-arms, Colonel Ike J. Detective Coulson..." This was the introduction. Even though it was such an occasion, the identities of both parties were worthy of being revealed. Colon returned his gaze to Ike, "There is an old detective from the homicide team in our station. He is very reliable. He has made meritorious deeds recently. Hey, he was also injured a little."
"You have seniority, but you are not old!" Coulson actually walked in with a smile! Think about it, Colonel! It’s also the heavy prison room that no one usually enters! If you miss this opportunity, you will never see it again, "I..."
"Get out." Colon turned around and stared at Coulson, who was focusing on his crutches.
"Yes, Director!" Coulson quickly made a circle with his crutches and pulled the nurse who still had an indifferent face. "Then I'm out!" He didn't forget to take one last lingering look at the colonel on the bed.
Ike's hand spread out by the bed reluctantly raised two fingers and moved them as a respectful military salute.
Coulson replied with satisfaction. When he looked away, he passed by his director and paused for a moment on the spread out documents. His expression of satisfaction turned into confusion. Of course, he had no chance to express his doubts. At the direction of the chief, the police officer guarding the door replaced the petite nurse and carried him out.
Once again Colon and his colonel friend were alone in the room.
"See, these are the people I have now, huh." Cologne shook his head, which was a relaxed statement.
What responded to him was the white mist that spread intermittently on the oxygen mask. Ike was saying, 'Haha, I can understand. '
Colon also smiled and continued to shake his head. His eyes were on the documents spread out in his hands. He seemed not to get into the topic right away, "That's not bad. Do you know Lance's son, James Lance? Sen is the partner I assigned him. While the two of them are causing trouble, they can also make some contributions to the bureau, huh."
The oxygen mask was removed. After all, he was talking about General Lance, the person both the colonel and the director looked up to. "General, his son is your subordinate..." It was a joke, but the weak sentences made it difficult to accept it. .
"Yeah." Cologne's eyes were still on the document. It seemed that receiving or not receiving it was not something he should consider now. "Things, sometimes, really make people feel..." He paused for a breath, and the expression on his face began to change. Strange, "Interesting." Unable to accept, Colon turned over the document in his hand and faced Ike, who was exhaling white air on the oxygen mask, "Is this the person?"
Ike's wrinkled eyelids narrowed. He could no longer read the words on the document clearly. He could only stare at the black and white photo, read it carefully for a long time, and nodded.
After receiving the confirmation, Cologne also nodded, his expression became more strange, and he turned back to the file, "His name is..." Cologne is about to read the contents of this file. Listen, the reason for Cologne's strange expression is here - "Zach Ray Grande.”
"Born in XX, Barton, here. He was taken away from his biological father by his mother when he was young, and lived by doing business. He returned to Barton ten years ago to find his father. Now he has inherited the funeral home of his deceased biological father... "
The oxygen mask was removed, "No, no need... this way, it's not important..."
"I'm not finished yet." Colon pressed back the other person's oxygen mask, "He also has a younger brother named Benjamin Grande, and it was this younger brother who joined the army. Benjamin, not Zachary." Colon turned the page, He turned the document to Ike again, and the photo was in color. "Except for one going into business and the other joining the army, they have the same experience, and now they run the Grande Funeral Home together."
Ai Keqian frowned and moved the oxygen mask again, "No. No, this person is the previous one..."
Being pressed back.
Colon turned back the document and laughed out of nowhere, "I haven't finished yet. They are not the only sons of Grande left outside." Colon turned the page again, and his document , the information of three people was placed. This is the last one and we know whose it is. "Derek, but this man has not come back. Well, he has come back. I found the entry and exit records of him coming to Barton. Not long ago. But he lives in the central part of the Federation and is not from Barton. And this Derek, He is a doctor."
Colon turned the file to Ike again.
Ike looked at the color photos, shook his head reluctantly, and removed the oxygen mask. "It's not him, I said, he was the first one." This time there was no need for Cologne to come, so Ike moved the oxygen mask back on his own, probably because he was impatient.
"Zachary Grande." Colon turned back the file and flipped it back. "Are you sure?"
nod.
Colon stopped nodding and shook his head, "Ike, what you are looking for is a military doctor. You know joining the army and being a doctor are two necessary conditions, right? You said it's not Benjamin or Derek, it's Zach. Rui, why? Ike, I really don’t know what you are thinking. You suddenly contacted me, gave me a portrait, and asked me to find such a person in Barton, saying that I can save you. Why? You... "
A dry hand held Cologne's wrist, and the oxygen mask was removed again, "My friend, you, you have completed what I requested. You, you shouldn't check other things too much." Believe me, this, this person, can save me, I am not, what I am, this year’s name is De Aite.”
Not only did he not remember the names of Benjamin and Derek correctly, he actually said so many words at once.
"Ike!" Colon stared at him and moved back the oxygen mask, "How can I trust you! I haven't heard anything about you for so many years, and you suddenly appear like this!"
The topic seems to be no longer about finding someone, this kind of question must be answered. The oxygen mask was removed. "It's understandable that the situation in the West is not yours. Even if I contact you, what can I do?" Moved back.
"What does this have to do with the West!" Cologne seemed a little angry, "What I care about is you! My comrades! We fought together on the battlefield! We trust each other, trust with our lives..."
Do you think that interrupting someone requires a higher volume and momentum than the other person speaking? No, just turn off the oxygen mask as if you are dying.
"You leave first."
battlefield
Colon became even more excited, and this touched his bottom line, "Because I was injured! My back still hurts when it rains!" No one cares about Colon's back, but fortunately he did not continue to say this, "You think I hope to leave you to continue fighting on the battlefield, but I can only return to the Federation and be assigned a small police job in Patton! Do you know that when I heard that our regiment was attacked, you, my comrades, and the company lieutenant general When I didn't know whether I was alive or dead, I..."
was interrupted again. But this time, the moved oxygen mask wasted a moment of oxygen before being moved back on its own initiative.
Colon frowned and stared at Ike, "What are you going to say?! Say it!"
Under his wrinkled eyelids, Ike's eyes looked at Cologne, thinking. It is difficult to judge the time amid the constant rhythmic but overlapping noises of medical equipment.
But in the end, Ike removed the oxygen mask, "Do you know who rescued our deputy general?"
Colon probably didn't expect to be asked such a question. In excitement, he actually laughed, "Ha! I don't know, but I know it won't be this Zachary..."
"It's him."
Almost speechless, he turned his head and said, "Impossible!"
"It's him, I'll take him to the deputy general." Ike's wrinkled eyelids were shaking, "I'll take him, cross the enemy's position, only the two of us, until everyone is about to die The camp." His whole body was shaking, "That's me. In this life, I will never be able to forget that place. I will always dream about that place. I always think so, if, I If I want to die, I will die there. At any time, there is a possibility that a bullet will shoot at me or the doctor, not like this, lying on the hospital bed..." (Volume 1, 17)
After all, Ike couldn't bear to say so much, so he moved the oxygen mask back. White gas covered the entire mask, reflecting Cologne's gloomy face.
The oxygen mask was removed again and he continued, "I have given up. Lying on the hospital bed like this, I can only imagine in my dreams that I can still die like a warrior at that time. On the battlefield.”
After a short supplementary breath, he continued, "Until one day, in a dream, I remembered every detail, every feeling, and every thing I had forgotten at that time. It was like, I re- I went through it all over again, what that doctor, Zachary, said to me, every word he did, everything he did. He could save me, even if I am like this now, I can't say anything more Much more, believe me, he can.”
"Ike, I..." Colon has heard so much, but has he really heard something that can make him believe it? No, but unable to express any further views, Ike rang the call bell.
"Bring him here." Ike finally moved the oxygen mask, said this, and turned his head.
Colon could only shake his head and close the document. What else could he do besides agree? "It won't take long, take care of yourself."
Ike on the bed just moved his fingers. He really didn't have the strength to make any more reactions.
"Tsk." Colon, who had just come out, found Coulson still standing by the door, flanked by an indifferent nurse and an awkward police officer who gave him a look that said, "He has to wait here."
"Director, that, hey, it's Grande's file, right?" Coulson said with a smile.
Cologne looked at his subordinate and didn't know whether to praise this guy's 'eyesight' - not his ability to see documents, but his ability to know what to do, Coulson is a veteran; or to blame him for his utilitarianism. "Where is James."
"Staying at a friend's place, on the South Side, Wes, I have contacts!" Look, 'Eye'.
"Give me."
"It's ready." Coulson handed over a note, "Then I..."
Colon, the chief of the North District Police Department, has left without looking back. (.)