Chicago 1990

The conditions of this hospital were average in all aspects. Sloan slid the ward area effortlessly, walked through the corridors, looked in from the doorways, and quickly found a suitable target. One of them had a plaster on his feet and was holding back. The white girl who walked hard on the wall was close to herself in height and body.

"Hi!"

She took the initiative to say hello, "May I come in?"

"It's also a car accident? Haha, come in." The other party looked up and smiled friendly after seeing the blood on her body: "It's really bad luck, isn't it?"

"Yes...Uh, if I take the liberty, I want to change my clothes, do you have a change? I can pay..."

Sloan took out a delicate metal paper money holder from his pocket, which contained a thick stack of new twenty dollars folded in half.

"Ha, no, if you don't dislike it..."

The white girl glanced at her obviously expensive professional dress. "I only have home clothes. The doctor said I should dress as comfortable as possible. They are all worn out." Bounced back to the locker. , Took out a big travel bag from inside, and put the clothes inside on the hospital bed.

"It's okay, thank you so much."

Sloan went over and wanted to pick two at random, but faced with a bunch of cartoon style sweaters and cotton sports trousers, he couldn't get it off. A Nordic sweater, floral shirt, and blue jeans.

"Ah? Very good vision." The white girl didn't know whether it was a sincere compliment or a yin and yang.

She squeezed a smile at the other party, and saw several sets of cotton underwear that had not been unpacked. She picked up her shirt collar and looked in, "I insist on paying." She also reached out and took one of them. Under the armpit, open the paper money holder.

"No need to."

"I insist."

"Okay... it's okay." The white girl drew a twenty-dollar knife and shook it.

She was stunned at the green rice knife in front of her, and a little bit wanted to cry.

"You can change here, just pull the curtain up." The white girl said.

"Ok, thank you... well, the TV can..."

"You see."

'According to reliable sources, the singer APLUS had multiple shots in his body and is currently dying...Before being shot, he had repeatedly mentioned that someone wanted to assassinate him. The last speech on the Internet was to accuse Microsoft President Ballmer. He said Microsoft is suspected of monopoly and abnormal competition, Ballmer is a soul-selling person...APLUS currently owns about 150 to 200 million Netscape stocks...'

While watching the news, she changed her blood-stained clothes and stuffed them into the shopping bag provided by the other party. "It fits." The white girl looked at her, gestured with her hands on both sides of her nose and said, "But I need to make up."

She smiled bitterly, "I will, thank you...then...bye?"

"Bye."

She went out to the bathroom again. Just now when she changed her clothes, she found that the blood on the watch had forgotten to be washed. Staring at the blood droplets that disappeared with the water from the shiny Van Cleef & Arpels strap of APLUS Songya, she covered her eyes. Hands on the sink, falling into memories...

She was discussing the details of tomorrow's recording with Linda and Gordon. Suddenly, gunfire rang out from an unknown direction. Gordon, the black staff of A+CN and Linda instantly all squatted on the ground, leaving only herself stupid. Standing in place, she saw someone rushing towards APLUS on the mound with arms outstretched on horseback, more gunshots sounded, APLUS's body suddenly agitated, and her hand pressed her neck and ran back.

"Are you crazy!?" Linda got up and pressed her shoulders down. "Lie down!"

Before she threw herself down, she saw that APLUS had also fallen headlong in the snow, "NO!!!" Linda yelled in pain in her ear.

The rider rushed to fill the gun with a pistol, but was quickly repelled by Old Mike, and the scene was chaotic.

"Get the car here! Quick!" Old Mike shouted.

Linda seemed to have fainted. She didn't know where she had courage to push away the auntie bucket she was pressing on, and rushed to the front when the bodyguard stopped the car close.

"OMG!" She covered her mouth helplessly, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and her eyes were captivated with tears.

"First aid kit!"

Old Mike fumbled and shouted on APLUS. The bodyguard took out the first aid items from the trunk. The two of them simply handled APLUS and got them into the car together, "Go down! Catch those cowboys, and then go to see Mawota and the others. How's it going!" Old Mike yelled at the bodyguard like crazy again.

"Sloan, hold him here and here. Come up, don't be like a little girl who is scared and stupid!"

She hurriedly got into the opened back door of the car and followed the instructions of old Mike. She saw old Mike drag the car while biting the bandage to treat the wound on his arm...

No, not when she remembered, she took a deep breath, took out the small makeup box in her pocket and quickly touched up her make-up. Then she pressed her big red lips on the mirror, and her little finger hooked off the extra lipstick at the corner of her mouth, and neatly gathered her hair. Hurry back to the door of the emergency center.

A large number of police officers have already arrived here. Many uniformed police officers are leaning against the wall to drink coffee, and let the plainclothes crime detectives go through busy. Their main job is to look at the young nurse in a fascinating manner. Some people whistle while she passes by.

"How's the situation going?" She walked to Goodman and Hamlin who were talking to a plainclothes inspector.

"Not out of danger."

Goodman shook his head solemnly, and looked at her up and down without an appointment with Hamlin.

"Problems?"

She blocked the cartoon reindeer on the sweater.

"No no……"

"Hey! What is that, old man!"

At this time, the inspector yelled at old Mike. The two APLUS bodyguards who rushed over from the scene were handing some film to him. They were spotted by the inspector’s fiery eyes, "Is that a photo of the scene?"

Old Mike rolled his eyes and put the film in his pocket. Hamlin pushed the detective's chest with his hands, "He will cooperate with the police, subject to our lawyer's confirmation."

That is not to us?"Vampire!" The inspector had no choice but to find a bodyguard to record his statement first.

"Sloan, help me get my speech."

Hamlin greeted her to go to the outside window. The TV helicopter had been driven away by the hospital and was flying away. The entrance of the hospital outside was full of police cars, and there were groups of reporters. The police officers lined up a thin line of defense. , Push them to the side of the road and dredge the traffic.

"Don't wait for the doctor to come out?" Sloan asked.

"The doctor said the operation will take a long time..." Hamlin paused. "A long, long time..." he replied.

The two discussed the wording for a while, "Sloan! Sloan!" Goodman called her again, "Do you know him?" Pointing to a white man in a suit who had just been allowed to enter, he asked: "He said He is from CNA Insurance Company."

"Yes."

Sloan looked at the opponent and nodded to confirm, "Where is your supervisor? He usually comes over..."

"He suffered a heart attack after receiving the call, and he is probably in the hospital now." The CNA insurance company's person replied bitterly.

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