Super Detective in the Fictional World

Luke went to the parking lot with the four of them, said goodbye to each other, and drove away.

Luke and his wife still went home and headed south to Brooklyn.

Matt seemed to have something going on, and Foggy was driving him west.

It's a little over now, and there are more pedestrians on the streets, many of them leaving work as early as Luke.

With a relaxed smile on their faces, it's always a pleasure to leave a heavy job for a while.

Luke and Selena are also discussing what to eat tonight.

Luke offered to eat the hot pot, but Selena shook her head firmly and steadfastly touching her own pork.

Even if he promised me repeatedly, I can't get a Faithful Pot this time.

In her words, it was torture not to let her eat white soup by herself, but to watch him eat red soup with her eyes.

Back and forth in the saw room, a sudden burst of loud noise rang not far from the side.

The two look in the direction of the sound almost simultaneously.

Luke had a dozen steering wheels and Selena pulled out her badge wallet.

Don't hesitate, the sound is definitely an explosion.

And they're in the most lively part of Brooklyn, full of people.

Such explosions are bound to cause serious chaos, some of which are busy.

Luke was driving, and Selena was already reporting to HQ on the intercom.

As soon as the car approached the explosion area, she speeded up the description: "… there is a lot of soot at the entrance of the subway station, suspecting that the explosion occurred inside the subway station and that a large number of people are likely to be injured, please send police and ambulance personnel immediately. ”

She looked around, crying and running, many gray and dirty, many with blood on them.

Something really happened this time.

Speaking of which, she dropped the walkie-talkie, grabbed the tactical vest stamped with the NYPD, and pushed the door out of the car.

Luke on the other side, one step ahead, has begun to run forward, cautioning: "Keep the gold pieces with you at all times, don't split up. ”

The explosion looked like a blank strike, and there was not necessarily a possibility of a second explosion.

He has primary self-healing protection, and Selena doesn't. She has to carry gold to be safe.

But the gold pieces are also shaking at this moment.

Selena put on her vest and patted the dog's head: "I know you don't like the noise, but it's gone now, isn't it? ”

There was no more noise from the gold.

It was not complaining, it was reminding her to be vigilant.

The explosion is prone to high decibel noise and fire, and these two things have a huge impact on it and may cause some problems.

But Selena and her heart are connected, that's enough.

The two of them got out of the car and did not take care of the crowd running on the street, although they were rude, but the problem was not serious.

The serious situation must have been inside the subway station.

There are many passengers in there, and the trauma of an explosion in a confined space will be even worse.

Running to the subway entrance, the two were relieved, at least not collapsed here, and the rescuers could go in directly.

Luke swept past his feet and kicked all the debris blocks in the passage, clearing a fairly complete path.

He was fast, walking out of his feet, and in less than ten seconds he went down to the subway station.

It's dark now, most lights go out, and there's plenty of dust, and only scattered emergency lights provide a faint light source in a few corners.

Luke pulled one in his pocket, took out two masks, and handed one to Selena.

When the mask is close to the mouth and nose, it is automatically affixed so that the nose of both populations is clear.

Gas masks with nanotechnology are still useful.

Gold blocks are no longer needed, it already protects the mouth, nose and ears of the knife.

Luke: "I'll go inside and save people, you clean the entrance here, and when the rescuers arrive, let them evacuate the wounded directly. ”

Serena nodded and walked straight to the side.

During the conversation, each of them took out a small flashlight at the waist, pressed it on and shoved it into the nylon buckle on the shoulder of the vest and started to get busy.

Along the way, Luke switched the Gucci sunglasses on his face to yellow polarizers, activated the scanning function and quickly searched for the wounded at the subway station.

Together with his sensitive sense of smell, he gives priority to helping those who are seriously injured, while those who are slightly injured simply say a few words of comfort and tell them that the rescuers will arrive soon.

These slightly injured people are afraid that they will not be in trouble for a while, and many seriously injured people may not be able to save them that late.

What relaxed him slightly was that the explosion took place in a corner of the subway station.

There were not many people there, and there were no subways there, and no more people were in the subway station.

Even so, when they came down, there were nearly 100 people in the subway station.

Except for the minor injuries, more than twenty escapees were exposed, and more than seventy others were physically injured, none of them minor.

Most people were stunned, lying on the ground like that, with blood spilling in their ears and noses, apparently traumatized by explosions.

Some groan, some cry, some pray, some cry for help, like hell on earth.

Luke saved more than a dozen people and got upset: "Selena, when is the rescue coming? ”

Serena: “There were a few patrol cops, two fire trucks just arrived, but several ambulances were blocked two blocks away, and they didn't make it fast. ”

Luke: “Let them hurry. ”

He didn't mean to blame the paramedics.

There must have been a lot of people fleeing the explosion.

In panic, car accidents and congestion are inevitable.

But there are too many seriously injured people here.

At last, his speed was limited, and most of the people he rescued were temporarily under control.

The ambulance arrives half an hour late, and there must be at least twenty or thirty more deaths here.

The bigger problem is not here yet.

A message has just been received from the multifaceted system that almost at the same time there was an explosion in all three of New York's most densely populated regions.

Two subway stations exploded near Wall Street in the Manhattan area.

There are three in Queens and three in Brooklyn.

Police radio stations have been blown up, and mobile communications have caused some congestion.

On the other hand, smartphones can communicate freely via the Internet, using the instant messaging function of FYI.

Especially the group function of flying, can either exchange messages or temporarily establish group pull colleagues to go in, replace the intercom and become a front-line command platform.

The multifaceted system receives countless relevant information that lets Luke know what's going on in New York, even if he saves lives at the subway station.

That's why he's in a pretty heavy mood.

There are really too many people injured, and many more seriously.

On the basis of the casualties at his station alone, the explosion at the eight stations could kill hundreds of people in less than half an hour, seriously injuring thousands and lightly injuring countless others.