When the police arrived at the safe house, the White Spirit had already slipped away through the roof.
Aside from the corpses on the ground, there was not a single living person left at the scene.
This caused quite a number of police officers who saw the scene to feel nauseous and retch.
Suddenly, urgent shouts were heard. "Doctor, where's the doctor? God, there's still someone alive here. "
The people who heard the cries for help rushed in the direction of the sound. What they saw was an unconscious black uncle with a dart stuck in his head and a face covered in blood.
However, even with such severe injuries, not only was he not dead, his eyes were still moving non-stop.
The people who saw this were so scared that they started calling out 'God'.
Even the young emergency doctor who ran over had an incredulous expression when he saw this. He did not even have the courage to pull open the injured person's hair to check.
He was afraid that the slightest touch would take the injured person's life or cut his brain.
Fortunately, the emergency doctor did not dare to attack, but he knew that he was a doctor, so he quickly shouted at the other doctors and nurses. "Use the portable equipment to scan his brain and do a blood test.
We have to make sure that when we move the injured person, not only do we complete the necessary tests, we also have to prepare everything in the operating room.
Otherwise, it would be better not to move the injured person and just maintain his vital signs. "
The two doctors looked at the dart stuck in the injured person's head, thought about it, and nodded in agreement.
"Inform Attending Doctor Cliff, who's holding a medical conference in Cape Town. Tell him that aside from him, no one in John Johannesburg dares to take over this surgery."
"Understood." A quick-witted doctor at the scene nodded and ran out.
In less than a minute, Doctor Cliff, who was holding a neurosurgery conference in Cape Town, received an emergency notice.
But after he heard the description of the injured person's injuries from his subordinates, the best surgeon in John Johannesburg felt a headache coming on.
But when he remembered the nationality of the injured person, he thought of something and went to two American doctors to ask for help.
Since someone from their country was injured, no matter what they thought, the American doctors could only take the initiative to discuss it.
But after discussing it, everyone came to the conclusion that the risk was too high. If the injured person was still conscious, then the problem would not be big.
But the injured person was unconscious, and the dart might have pierced through his skull. In this situation, even if they put the injured person on a stretcher, his brain might be damaged.
Just as everyone was having second thoughts, two men in black suits walked into the meeting room quickly. They looked around and walked straight towards Cliff and the other two.
"Dr. Cliff, Dr. Ward." The middle-aged man in a suit stopped talking and looked at the last doctor. "Dr. Strange, can I have a word with you?"
Strange looked at the middle-aged man in confusion and nodded. The two of them walked to a secluded area, and the middle-aged man took out his ID. "My name is David, and I'm the manager of C1A."
"H-hello."
It wasn't that he was afraid of C1A, but when he heard the man's identity, Strange knew that trouble was coming. "So, this man with a knife in his head is one of your men?"
David froze for a moment, then shook his head. "No, but he's far more important than me."
David was surprised by Strange's straightforwardness. He could only choose to explain, "Since you've guessed something, I'll be frank.
The injured man is a traitor that we've been chasing for almost twenty years. This time, not only did C1A lose six agents because of him, but the US military also lost eighteen fully armed elites.
So, even if I don't say it, you should understand the importance and confidentiality of this matter. "
"Although I'm a neurosurgeon, I don't specialize in trauma."
Although Strange still had a little bit of patriotism, he didn't want to risk his future for an extremely risky surgery.
The reason why he had such great achievements in the medical field was not only because of his intelligence and excellent skills, but also because he knew how to pick the injured. He never touched a surgery that he wasn't confident in.
David wasn't surprised that Strange would refuse. He thought for a moment and said, "But you're the best neurosurgeon we can find now.
If you really don't take over, then according to the doctors on the scene, the injured man will probably become a vegetable, and that's not the result we want.
Not only do C1A want to know the information in his head, but even the US military also wants to know.
Doctor Strange, although we don't have full authority to order you, and we can't make a decision for you, you have to understand that this time, it's C1A and an American lieutenant general who are begging you. "
'F * ck,' Strange cursed in his heart when he looked at David's eyes. While he was hesitating, David's eyes changed, "How about I ask General Ross, who lost eighteen elites, to invite you?
However, if he really comes forward, it's not a question of whether he agrees or not. Even if you sue us afterward, I guarantee that the final result will be nothing. "
Strange frowned when he heard the other party's words. He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I can accept the surgery, but I need you to issue a disclaimer that anything outside of the surgery will have nothing to do with me after today."
Seeing that the disclaimer that Strange wanted had nothing to do with the surgery, David immediately felt that the other party had absolute confidence that he wouldn't make any mistakes in the surgery.
"No problem, Doctor Strange. You have the final say in the surgery. We'll help you with the rest."
After the two finished speaking, they pulled the two doctors, Cliff and Ward, into a helicopter and flew to John Johannesburg.
Looking back at half an hour ago, Colin and Tobin were in the safe house's interrogation room. They could not hear the gunshots outside, and they did not receive any messages from the C1A combat team. The two of them understood that the safe house had been captured.
Colin was talking to his boss, David, on the phone while holding a gun and staring at Tobin.
When he heard his boss say that he had to save Tobin's life no matter what, Colin nodded and agreed. At the same time, he could not help but think about how to escape.
It was not like there was no way out. At most, he would return to the Assassin Brotherhood, so he had no intention of sacrificing himself for the United States.
Tobin, who was paying attention to Colin's expression, also saw it.
"Hey, buddy, since we don't want to die, shouldn't you help me unlock the handcuffs?"
Moving his handcuffed hands and feet, Tobin smiled and said, "If you know who's been chasing me, you'll understand that if we don't work together, none of us will survive."
"No need," Colin snorted, "In less than ten minutes, a large number of reinforcements will arrive. Even if this interrogation room is blown up with explosives, they won't be able to break open the alloy door that's as thick as a finger in a short time."
Seeing that Colin was willing to talk, Tobin smiled and deliberately said in a low voice, "Have you heard of Transformers?"
Colin was stunned. As a member of the Assassin Brotherhood, he had his own secret channel. Of course, he had heard of the alien life form that made the Americans go to war.
"Do you want to make extra money in the hundreds of millions, in US dollars?"
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