[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Are you okay?" Hotch knelt down, eye level with Oliver.

"I'm fine, but Kate has lost too much blood." Kate has fallen into a coma. Although Oliver has helped her stop most of the bleeding points, the biggest bleeding point on her lower back has not been completely stopped. The activity of hematopoietic stem cells It can only barely match the blood loss rate.

"She bleeds a lot, what should I do?" The young man seemed very anxious.

"You get out of here, kid," Hotch said.

"But."

"Back behind the barricade."

Out of the corner of Oliver's eye, he saw the young man backing away to the corner, standing quite casually, looking at the agents defiantly.

He confirmed his guess, Oliver grabbed Hotch's shirt, not caring that his blood-stained palm left a blood-red palm print on Hotch's chest.

Even though Oliver pulled Hotch very close to him, breathing entangled, Hotch could smell the smell of blood close at hand, Oliver could still feel his anxiety and concern, he still had to tilt his head slightly to look into the other's eyes, The voice that was already hoarse due to injury was lowered, "That young man, he may be related to this organization."

Hotch's pupils shrank slightly, but Oliver still gripped his shirt tightly.

"Don't look at it yet."

Meanwhile, Morgan received a call from Garcia, who confirmed via surveillance cameras that the young man had placed a drug on the bottom of the SUV.

An ambulance turned the corner at the intersection and came speeding up.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief, "Aaron, Morgan, you go and catch him first, I'm here."

Hotch held the hand on his chest, and although the blood had cooled completely, the skin was as warm as ever, which reassured him a little. Hotch nodded, and chased after the young man running wildly with Morgan.

The door of the ambulance opened, and a doctor with a medical kit trotted over to the two of them.

"Her back artery was bleeding, and I tried to suppress the bleeding point." Oliver immediately told the doctor about the situation.

The doctor glanced at the blood on Oliver's back, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?"

"We have to get her out first."

"Fortunately, although there is a lot of blood loss, the pulse is not weak." He put down the stethoscope and began to search for tools in the bag, "I need your help."

Oliver offered him a hand and turned Kate up again to expose her back.

"Has the nearby investigation been completed?"

"No, my colleagues are too scared to come here, but I can't ignore you calling for help." He seemed enthusiastic, "Okay, we need to move her to the ambulance now."

Oliver temporarily suppressed the doubts in his heart, he didn't really believe the doctor's words, especially the call was made by a suspect, but the first priority now was to get Kate out.Besides, he didn't know where his gun was blown up for a long time.

"Where is the nearest hospital?" Oliver sat in the driver's seat and started the ambulance.

"St. Buckley's Hospital." The doctor observed Kate's situation in the carriage, "Do you know where it is?"

"Four blocks to Decentral, and one block east. Right?"

"Yes, follow the signs."

"Oh, look who's awake." The doctor said, and Kate slowly opened her eyes, looking at her surroundings in a daze.

"Oliver?"

"I'm here."

"Thank you." Kate said with tears.

"Hold on, it'll be there soon."

Oliver was finally able to separate his mind and think. The neighborhood he drove through was very quiet and there were no accidents.

Something is wrong. Oliver squeezed the steering wheel tightly. According to speculation, their goal was to kill the traitors. It made no sense that they only blew up a federal agent's SUV instead of continuing to detonate firearms/guns elsewhere.

The terrorist/attack that impresses Americans, and even the world, is none other than 911/[-], because it is blatantly bold enough, and it does have a panic effect.

But blowing up a car without even killing two agents, what is the point of this approach other than attracting hostility from the FBI?

Soon, Oliver was turning his thinking energy to another job, and they were stopped at the hospital's emergency entrance.

"What's going on?" Oliver looked impatiently at the man in the suit who walked up to the car window.

"CIA, all ambulances are transferred to Longhill Hospital, martial law is enforced here." The man in the suit said indifferently.

"I'm Detective Oliver Williams and I'm in the car is Detective Kate Joyner, she's injured."

"Show your credentials."

Oliver's ID had been thrown in Federation Square together with his holster and suit, and he answered truthfully.

"I fully understand, Detective, but this hospital is under martial law. Please transfer to Longhill Hospital."

"She's dying!" The doctor's cry and the beeping of the machine sounded together, stimulating Oliver's eardrums and mood.

"She can't make it there." Oliver's doubts about the doctor deepened in his heart. His treatment of Kate was definitely enough to ensure her life, but something happened after the first aid, and it was such a coincidence.

"Sorry, Agent."

Oliver couldn't care whether the doctor was a spy or not, he had to send Kate to the hospital first, and if something happened to his aunt by his side, Lim had to tear him apart.

He slapped the car door suddenly, and the loud noise made people's hearts tremble.

"I've only been out of the CIA for a few fucking months, and you guys even forgot who I am? Who's in charge here?"

The man in the suit was full of dissatisfaction with Oliver's questioning, and was about to explode, but his boss covered his mouth and pressed his impulsive shoulders.

"Agent Williams, sorry, he's new here." Another CIA agent broke out in cold sweat, "But the hospital is indeed under martial law."

"Let me in, now." Oliver scowled.

The agent's face was pale, and he put the ambulance in without thinking twice, and he didn't forget to call the emergency personnel on the walkie-talkie.

Watching the ambulance blew its horn and drove into the passage, the newcomer who was finally let go asked puzzledly, "Who is he?"

The agent wiped the sweat from his forehead with a face full of survivors, and looked at the indignant newcomer sympathetically, "That's Oliver Williams, a former CIA interrogator. Back then, he was even more severe than those punishments."

"How?" The newcomer didn't accept it.

"He sat with those prisoners in the interrogation room for a while, and a few glances and a few words can drive people crazy. It's a cold-blooded snake full of poison!"

The agent still couldn't forget Oliver's beastly eyes just now that seemed to tear the person who violated his territory to pieces, and then the newcomer was numb with the envious eyes of his boss.

In fact, Oliver knew that some CIA agents who had contacted him misunderstood him out of nowhere, but he never guessed that the misunderstanding was so deep.For those prisoners who went crazy when they walked out of the interrogation room, he always thought that he was just the straw that broke the camel's back. How could he think that these people were so afraid of him?

The first responders carried Kate onto the push bed, and the doctor straddled the push bed while performing cardiopulmonary compressions, and at the same time reported the physical data to the first responders, "Blood pressure 90/70, slow heartbeat, and spinal injury."

Kate passed out again.

Oliver also bled a lot, and with the shield from pain, he didn't realize that he was going downhill at all, so he could only support the information desk beside him dizzily.

Someone grabbed his arm suddenly, and a voice came from his ear, "Oliver, why are you here?"

It was Hotch who hurried over to support Oliver, and it was Tom who spoke with a surprised face.

Hotch hadn't had time to change the shirt that Oliver had stained before, and now there were a few more bloody handprints on the poor shirt.

"Tom, are you in charge here?"

"Well," Tom said, "that's what you think."

That is to say, if the traitor who provided information to the CIA is lying in a certain ward of the hospital, then everything makes sense.

The young man was watching from the sidelines not only to place fire alarms/bows, but also to ensure that the two were only injured and would not die, so that the ambulance could logically drive to the nearest hospital. An ambulance honking New York City can be said to be almost unimpeded.

And the two wounded detectives gave him a reason to enter this martial law hospital to complete his mission, and Oliver felt the emotion of a martyr on a pilgrimage in him.

Oliver rested his head on Hotch's shoulder, the thick shoulder pads of his suit resting on his forehead.

Suit shoulder pads can make the shoulders look more broad, but it is still soft as part of the clothing, just like his owner.

Hotch held the back of the person in his arms, and even though his hands felt wet and warm, he didn't dare to use too much force, just like treating a soft sponge soaked in water, with a little force the water in the sponge It would overflow, and now, hot blood filled Hotch's palm lines little by little.

But he didn't see any uncomfortable movements or words from Oliver, and he could only hear the sound of normal breathing, and the head of the person in his arms rubbing against his shoulder, and the slight oxygen of a few strands of hair sliding across the neck. It means that the warm body temperature is transmitted to the skin through the fabric of the suit, and then received by the brain thinking along with the changes of nerve electricity.

Oliver didn't just want to hug Hotch, although he was indeed a little obsessed, but when the dizziness from excessive blood loss gradually subsided, and the black screen with white flowers in front of him dissipated, Oliver knew that he couldn't dawdle any longer.

He dexterously reached for the holster on Hotch's back waist, pulled out the gun with lightning speed, loaded it skillfully and calmly, aimed at the ambulance doctor who followed the cart and gradually drove towards the end of the corridor. trigger.

Although after shielding the pain, the arm will not tremble due to the warning of the pain nerve, but the damage to the muscles is real. Oliver can only guarantee that a bullet will hit the head, preventing him from any behavior that may detonate the gun/bow.

When he lost his support and fell from the cart to the ground, the gun in Oliver's hand fell uncontrollably.

The tinnitus hit him again, and before Oliver frowned, Hotch had his face in his hands and turned his head away.

Oliver looked into Hotch's eyes in a little panic, trying to explain the doctor to him, but he didn't see any questioning meaning in Hotch's eyes, just concern and pain.

"Aaron..."

"Your ear." Hotch tried to wipe the blood splattered from Oliver's ear with his hands, but not only did not help, but also smeared the blood that had been rubbed on his cheeks and blond hair, "Doctor!"