The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

"Uh!"

The opponent immediately lost combat effectiveness.

The police officer on the side rushed towards him and held him in place.

"Don't move!"

Fake Doctor "Caroline", she tightened her legs in pain and didn't move. Why the hell are you here to give it a try?

Looking at the fake doctor who had been subdued, Mengge felt scared. This person was probably coming for Director Gordon. If Detective Edward hadn't figured out the identity of the other person in advance, Director Gordon would have encountered something unexpected.

After all, Director Gordon is still in a coma. As long as there is any unexpected accident, Director Gordon may die on the operating table.

Another police officer detained him on the ground and said to Inspector Edward:

"I just felt a little strange. How could a doctor come in and out of the operating room at will during the operation? I didn't expect that the detective had already figured out that this person was a fake doctor!"

"Say, who are you?"

"Ha ha……"

Seeing the other party's disdainful and tearful smile, Edward remembered that the information showed that a total of four people came to New York. The person in front of him acted as a doctor, so were there three other people in this hospital.

"When did Director Gordon enter the operating room!" Edward was very active at this time.

Gordon, you can't die. If you die, they will come to kill me.

"We were following Director Gordon, and no one entered the operating room. I remember...does the Inspector mean that there are still his accomplices in the operating room?"

Thinking of this, these police officers suddenly broke into cold sweat on their backs.

Director Gordon, who is now powerless to resist, is a piece of fish on the opponent's chopping board.

operating room.

Several professional doctors studied Director Gordon's wounds.

One of the older doctors looked at the results of their discussion and nodded with satisfaction.

"You are right. The patient was only hit at the outermost part of the right atrium. The ballistic trajectory squeezed the heart, causing temporary functional failure. As long as the bullet is taken out and oxygen is supplied...Okay, the following will be done by I am here to perform an operation. Although this is only a minor operation, with your skills, you may still injure the patient accidentally and cause massive bleeding."

"is teacher!"

Several students took a step back respectfully and gave him the operating table.

The old doctor put on his eyes and focused the light of the shadowless lamp on Director Gordon's wound.

"Surgical scissors!"

"Tissue scissors!"

As the old doctor opens his mouth, someone will hand over the scalpel.

The wound was opened wider and wider, and the bullet inside could be clearly seen.

"Sweat!"

The old doctor's expression became more and more solemn, as he saw the bullet inside was very close at hand, but removing bullets during surgery was not about hunting for crabs. This was the most critical moment, and there must be no carelessness.

Especially in the heart area, if the heart is accidentally injured, it is likely to cause the patient's death.

The person wiping the sweat retreated, and the old doctor continued to stretch out his hand and shouted: "Foreign body forceps!"

But this time what was handed over was not a foreign object forceps, but a knife.

puff…

The slender lancet stabbed directly into the old doctor's waist.

The old doctor turned his head stiffly and looked at the young doctor with a puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry, he is the target I want to kill, and I can't let you save him!" the killer said flatly.

The old doctor looked at the 1.8-meter-long killer, swallowed the blood that was harder to swallow than coals, and gritted his teeth and said: "F*ck, then why the hell did you stab him? Why did you stab me? I'm just a doctor!"

"You think I'm stupid. If I stab him, if you save him again, won't my work be in vain?" The killer turned his head and looked at the other doctors, "Today, you are unlucky. If he kills you all, no one will save him!"

"..."

boom…

The door to the ward was almost kicked open.

The killer, who was holding the knife and was about to stab the young doctors, stopped.

Edward rushed in with his people and looked at the blood all over the ground.

A chill in my heart.

"Oops, I'm late!"

When the killer saw the police who rushed in, his face became grim. He grabbed the old doctor and put the knife on his neck. "It's just a little bit short, but even so, I won't let you save him smoothly." Human.”

The old doctor's face turned green. Damn it, I'm a doctor. It's not me they want to save, it's the guy on the bed. Can't you kidnap him?

Can't you just stab him in the heart?

Why do you torture me?

"Arkham-sensei!"

Several young doctors shouted nervously.

"Well, to be honest, it's useless for you to kidnap me." Dr. Arkham trembled. He is just a doctor, why do he always encounter some crazy people!

He secretly swore that if he survived in the future, this hospital would not be opened and might as well be turned into a lunatic asylum.

Specialize in treating...no, treating people with mental problems.

"Indeed, the one opposite, you are Inspector Edward! I have long heard that Inspector Edward in New York City represents justice in New York. If you don't want Doctor Arkham to die, then you should replace Doctor Arkham. Take hostages!" the killer threatened coldly.

boom!

A bullet turned in a small arc and accurately penetrated the killer's temple.

The killer didn't even react; the bullet had penetrated his temple.

The blood behind him splashed across Doctor Arkham's face.

Not sure if it was an illusion, Dr. Arkham looked at the muzzle of Inspector Edward's gun and zoomed in with his vision. There was a faint wisp of smoke coming from the muzzle.

Edward's cold voice, accompanied by the sound of the corpse falling to the ground, reached his ears, "I'm sorry, I don't want to cooperate with the kidnapper!"

Still want me to be a hostage?

Are you crazy?

While others were amazed at the detective's pistol shooting, they were also shocked by Edward's principle of not negotiating terms with criminals. Normally, when encountering this kind of thing, negotiators would come forward to negotiate.

The specific process is, do you want to talk?We can talk.

Okay, you don’t want to talk, then do you want to talk to your mother?

Okay, I don’t want to either, then what do you want...

At the end of the day, maybe the hostage will still die.

How about being as resolute as Inspector Edward and insisting on the principle of not negotiating with criminals? Negotiating with criminals so that they think they have room for maneuver?

No, kill him with one shot and avoid future troubles forever!

A detective is a detective, but did the bullet turn just now?

Otherwise, at that angle, it should be impossible to shoot the opponent.

Moreover, the detective's pistol shoots fast and well!

envy!

"I... can't do the operation anymore, let's find someone else!" Dr. Arkham collapsed on the ground, the wound on his waist making him unable to move due to the pain.

Dr. Arkham is the founder of this company. He was originally a psychiatrist. Later, he also took some interns and performed some internal medicine surgeries.

But today, he suddenly felt that studying medicine could not save New York!

When he learned that Director Gordon was fine, Edward breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't let anything happen to you, otherwise I will have to face the assassinations of these people every day."

By the way, are all the people in the FBI just doing their jobs?

It's such a big thing, but they didn't notify the police station below and let them take precautions. I really don't know what these people are thinking.