The police officers who had arrived all knew that they were attacking a supervisor upstairs and that he was in grave danger.
So, when the reinforcements arrived, they didn't waste any time and simply took out their guns, as if they were going to kill all the criminals.
"Let's charge up together! We'll only get the remaining 80% of the reward when the mission is completed! "the masked leader roared.
Looking at their boss who was the first to charge out of the stairs, the criminals didn't hesitate anymore.
Charge with me and charge at me were two completely different actions, not to mention that their boss had mentioned money!
The seven or eight criminals widened the distance between them and rushed straight for Jennifer's room.
With a bitter smile, Dustin bellowed at his phone, "Luke, are you coming or not? I'm going to meet my maker soon. "
Hearing Dustin, who had always been as steady as a rat, shout, Luke cursed inwardly and climbed even faster.
At that moment, he had only just reached the third floor!
The criminals finally rushed into the room and started shooting around the room with their rifles without any explanation.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Four criminals collapsed with holes in their faces.
Luke exerted strength with his left hand and pulled himself up with the Glock still aimed at the door.
When the other three criminals heard the gunshots, they subconsciously followed them and rushed in.
Pa! Pa!
Pa! Pa! Their heads exploded again.
Luke rolled into the room. "Clear! Boss, where are you? "
The bathroom door was slightly open, and Dustin was lying on the floor, covered in dirt. He looked at the window and said, "If you had come any later, you would have been able to collect my body."
Luke chuckled. "I'm done upstairs. I'll go downstairs right away … huh?"
His expression changed, and he quickly walked over. He helped Dustin up and put him down on the side. He also gave him the Glock and the magazine. "You guard the door."
Dustin was stunned.
Luke walked over to the bathtub and helped Jennifer up, who was hiding inside, before he turned her around.
Jennifer's back was exposed, and there was a splatter of blood.
Dustin gnashed his teeth. "Damn it, Jennifer, you were shot!"
Jennifer forced a smile. "It's fine. It was just one shot …"
Unfortunately, even though she was hiding in the bathtub, she was still hit by a ricochet from the rifle.
Luke, however, turned around and gave Dustin a quick look. "Call an ambulance!"
Then he turned his head and smiled. "Beautiful ladies shouldn't get hurt."
Jennifer's eyes were misty. "Who are you? Was it the Killer King detective? Well, I can't see your face clearly. "
Luke quickly laid her down on the ground and tore off her clothes around the wound on her back as he said, "It's probably because I'm too handsome that you're seeing things. Don't praise me too much!"
Jennifer murmured, "No. But you do look like a boy I had a crush on in high school. He also had black hair and a smile on his face … "
Dustin's heart sank when he heard that.
He was not jealous.
Luke's hair was blond, and Jennifer wasn't an outgoing person. She had always been tight-lipped.
The fact that she said that to Luke, a stranger, before the battle was over could only mean one thing — her consciousness was starting to fade.
The blurring of consciousness after a gunshot usually meant a lot of bleeding.
Frowning, Luke took out a pair of rubber gloves from his backpack and said, "Jennifer, can you tell me about the boy?"
As he spoke, he also said to Dustin, "If the ambulance doesn't arrive in ten minutes, she'll probably die."
Dustin's hands trembled, and the muzzle of the gun he was aiming at actually misfired.
"Boss, don't waste any more time. She was shot in the liver and a major artery. I can only help her stop the bleeding for now," Luke shouted in a low voice.
Dustin came back to his senses. He quickly took out his phone and dialed a number. "This is Dustin. I'm in apartment 2304 on Citro Street. I don't care what you do, get someone to the hospital in ten minutes. Gunshot wound, liver hemorrhage. "
Dustin roared, "She can't hold on for much longer. Hurry up and send someone over."
There was silence on the other end of the line.
It was clearly unwise to argue right now.
Every second wasted was a delay in Jennifer's chances of survival.
Luke quickly took out a small bag of first aid supplies from his pocket and quickly gave them to Jennifer.
He only knew how to temporarily stop the bleeding. There wasn't any more professional surgery here. Temporarily stopping the bleeding was the best he could do.
Taking off his gloves and putting them in a plastic bag, he carried her out of the bathroom and laid her down on the couch in the living room. "I'm going to clean up the criminals downstairs so that the paramedics can pick her up. Boss, keep an eye on her. Call me if anything happens. "
Saying that, he went out the door.
Dustin stood guard at the door, but every now and then he would glance at Jennifer, who was lying on the couch, his mind in a mess.
As Luke went downstairs, he communicated with Selina outside and asked her to inform the police officers outside the building to concentrate their fire.
Distracted by the intense gunfire, the remaining criminals hadn't reacted yet, and Luke opened fire under the cover of the intense gunfire.
Without realizing it, the bandits fell one after another from the back to the front.
After reloading the M686 twice, he said to Selina through the intercom, "Alright, ask them to stop. They can come in and collect the body. Don't block the ambulance's way later."
After ten seconds, Luke finally shouted, "LAPD, you can come in now."
He reached out a hand at the top of the stairs and waved the badge on his chest. After making sure that there weren't any paranoid people around, he walked out and showed his face. "There's a civilian upstairs who was shot. He's in serious condition. Clean up these bodies. Don't let them block the ambulance's stretcher."
He then went upstairs again.
In Jennifer's apartment on the fifth floor, he checked on her again and asked, "Where are the paramedics?"
Dustin dialed the number again and asked impatiently, before he hung up again. "They'll be here in at least five minutes."
Luke frowned.
If this went on, there was a high chance that something would happen to Jennifer. After all, it would take time for the ambulance to get back.
However, there were emergency blood bags in the ambulance that could temporarily replenish Jennifer's blood loss.
At that moment, Luke raised his head and looked at the door.
A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses cautiously stuck his head out. "Excuse me, officers, what happened … Uh, Jennifer?"
Luke looked at the man who had exclaimed as he walked into the room. "You are?"
"Bruce Banner." The middle-aged man was a little anxious. "Jennifer, what's wrong?"
Luke asked, "You and Jennifer are …?"
"She's my cousin." Bruce's expression turned ugly when he saw Jennifer's torn and bloody clothes. "Is she injured?"
Luke said, "Those criminals shot her just now. She's losing blood quickly."
"What?" Bruce quickly walked over and examined Jennifer's injuries.
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