Beautiful Man

At the last second when consciousness faded, Jason sighed from the bottom of his heart: Jin Bin, so strong!

Then his head tilted and he passed out completely.

Ding![Hi Grass Warrior] Mission failed!

Ding![Fighting Maniac] Mission failed!

"call……"

After venting, Jin He's resentment dissipated, and she felt a burst of comfort.

He waved to the distant vehicle, and one of his men immediately got out of the vehicle.

"boss!"

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

"Okay, boss."

After the phone call, the subordinate asked: "Boss, what about the reporters? Do you want to send them back?"

Jin Ping looked back at the mess at the scene, and thought for a moment: "Let them take some photos, save them for now and don't post them, maybe you will need them later."

The subordinate nodded and ran back to the car to let the black-hearted reporters who had collected the money come down and take photos.

A few of the corpses of the staff of the'charity organization', some of the living supplies in the container, and some of the car still burning in front.

When the reporters took the photos, there was a sudden roar of propellers in the distance.

Jin Ping raised his head and looked over, with some doubts in his heart: The rescue helicopter came so fast?

After getting closer, he could see clearly that this was not a rescue helicopter from a hospital, but a police gunship.

Three English letters were sprayed on the side of the fuselage.

DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration)

From the onboard loudspeaker, Stanfield's voice came out: "This is the New York Drug Enforcement Administration. All the people below, immediately put their heads on the ground!"

When the reporter saw the situation, he was so scared that he hurriedly put his head on the ground with his hands.

Jin Hei straightened his waist with his hands behind his back, his face showing dissatisfaction.

Who is he?

He is a golden union, the king of the underground world in New York.

It's always been someone else's kneel, I want him to kneel to someone else, hum, dream!

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

Squeak!

A mechanical sound rang, and the 23mm multi-barrel cannon on the helicopter began to aim at Jinjun, and then turned frantically.

Bulletproof suits can only be bulletproof. If you encounter machine guns...

Forget it, can't afford it.

Jin Bin hugged his head in both hands, lying on the ground honestly.

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

Stanfield jumped off the plane with four of his cronies with live ammunition.

Kim Bin, reporter, Jason...

Burning cars, corpses all over the floor, messy living supplies in containers.

Stan glanced around, and he roughly understood what happened on the scene.

It turned out that Jin and this bastard put one.

He walked over to Jason with a gloomy expression and touched the arteries in his neck.

Fortunately, people are still alive.

He quickly made a gesture, and the two cronies immediately stopped their guns and carefully carried Jason into the helicopter.

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

Stan walked to Jin He, squatted down, and looked down at him with a bad face.

"Dare to set me down, you think your life is too long, you'd better pray that Jason is okay, otherwise..."

Jin didn't care about his threats, but said in a slightly surprised tone.

"I thought Jason had reached some kind of agreement with your Drug Enforcement Administration. He confessed the location of the Hi-Cao factory in New York. You provided him with a hiding place and concealed his identity."

"But now it seems that the relationship between you is more complicated than I thought, and even... it feels like a relationship between superiors and superiors. Haha, I really don't know what benefits he has given you."

Stan snorted coldly, spit on Jin Bin's face, then turned and boarded the helicopter.

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

Jin did slowly get up from the ground, but the phone in his pocket rang, an unknown number.

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

"Huh! Such important information, why did you only tell me now."

"I am going to have a real game this time. I confiscated all the police officers' cell phones. I lied that there was an emergency at home before sneaking out. You don't care about the other things. Hurry up and let someone hide the supplies."

"Don't worry, I have hidden the supplies. By the way, I can tell you a piece of news that Jason has appeared."

"What! Jason! Where is he?"

"Taken away by the Narcotics Enforcement Administration."

"FUCK! It's another son of a bitch from the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau! Since they have taken the people away, our police department is not easy to intervene."

"Idiot! Such a big piece of cake, can the Drug Enforcement Bureau eat it? Report the news quickly, your boss will have a solution."

"Well, I'll report it right away. You told me this news specially, it shouldn't be a sudden kindness."

"Of course not. Jason has a big secret hidden in him, you have to help me dig it out."

………………

Seeing Jason's misfortune, Stan shook his head and called Franklin.

"How is the situation? The boss is all right."

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

"FUCK!"

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

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

"Hurry up and go back to the safe house. I will handle the boss here."

Hanging up the phone, the helicopter landed on the top of the hospital.

After the helicopter stopped, the medical staff who had been waiting here pushed up the stretcher and the equipment.

Bandage hemostasis, saline injection, ventilator oxygen supply...all the first aid methods available are used.

The spacious aisles had all been emptied, and four doctors rushed towards the operating room pushing a stretcher.

This is a patient sent by the Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration of New York himself, and the importance of the patient has been emphasized on the phone countless times. The hospital must naturally attach great importance to it.

The stretcher moved smoothly into the operating room.

Seeing the red light outside the operating room lit up, Stan sighed with his waist in his waist.

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

Jason's injury this time is entirely his responsibility.

It was he who underestimated the enemy and was too impatient.

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

10 minutes later, a doctor in a white coat walked out of the operating room.

Shi Dan quickly greeted him and asked, "Doctor, how is he."

The doctor pulled off the mask and shook his head: "The patient suffered multiple traumas throughout his body, with excessive blood loss, severe fractures in his arms, chest and abdomen, and internal bleeding caused by damage to the spleen and kidneys... In short, his injuries were too serious and the chance of being rescued is very small. ."

Stan's eyes turned red in an instant, and he clutched the doctor's collar: "Doctor! I don't want to listen to these nonsense! The person inside is very, very important! No matter what medicine you use or what you think of, you must save him. !"

The doctor was taken aback by Stan, and quickly said: "Don't worry, we will do our best. I will contact the doctors in other hospitals immediately and have a consultation overnight."

Stan let go and pleaded: "Please!"