Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Gunpowder smoke fills the air, the street is full of the choking smell of fireworks, red fire and black smoke are intertwined, a piece of shredded paper from nowhere falls in front of the eyes, Hotch stretches out his hand, his hand is covered with ashes and scars.

My head hurts, I don't know where I am for a while, my ears are buzzing, like pulling a never-ending fire alarm, my body also hurts, but it doesn't seem to hurt that much, full of pain It was an erratic feeling of detachment. He looked around in a daze, and the surveillance camera of the store on the street showed his distressed appearance. Looking back, the car he was about to get into with Joyner just now was burning ragingly, and the doors and windows of the car were blown out. It's all messed up.

What's going on here?

A young man came up to him, his lips parted and closed as if to say something.

What is he saying? Hotch frowned and tried to hear clearly, but his brain seemed to have thousands of tons of glue poured into it, sluggish almost to a standstill.

"What's your name?" He asked, the vibration from the vocal cords made his ears hurt even more, and something was dripping out wetly, maybe blood.

The young man answered him, although he couldn't hear him, but his mouth shape should be a name like "Sam" or "Tom".

"Call 911..." Hotch struggled to get his mind to move, "Call 911 and tell them there was an explosion here..." He stared at the burning flames in front of him in a daze, and couldn't help rushing over, "tell They're a federal agent... Kate! Kate!"

Here he is, where is Joyner with him?

Gasoline leaked out of the car, causing another explosion. He knew how dangerous it would be to get close to the car at this time, but he rushed in anyway. Sparks lit his hair, and a little bit, he smelled some burning Taste, maybe he was really knocked out by the blast, and it took him a long time afterwards to realize that Joyner was next to the car like himself when the explosion happened, so how could he be in the car.

He found Joyner lying on the street more than ten meters away, who could barely move. There were large and small deep and shallow wounds all over her body, and there was a pool of blood on the ground. According to the posture at that time, she completely suffered the explosion. The impact, so the injury was much worse than Hotch.

"My legs... are my legs moving?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes. "Aaron, are my legs moving?"

Hotch turned his head, Joyner's leg was moving very weakly and slowly, "It's moving... I'm going to turn you over, where is the blood coming from, it might hurt."

"Okay..." Tears flowed from Joyner's eyes, both psychological and physical. It really hurts, and it hurts to be forced to press the bleeding point sideways, but now she is sincerely grateful Seeing the pain, the pain that made her want to scream, told her that her body still belonged to her.

She clutched Hotch's suit unconsciously, sobbing softly, "It really hurts..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Hotch comforted her softly, "You will be saved, you will be saved." As he said so, there was also an undetectable panic in his tone.

"The ambulance will be here soon, but they say they can't get in now." The young man named Tom or Sam said, scratching his hair in bewilderment, "Is there anything I can do?"

"Help me get her over here," Hotch said. The emergency responders would be the second target. They'd have to find their own way to get Joyner to the ambulance when the road was blocked, but he couldn't do it at all. I don't know if I was injured by the explosion just now, and my arms are so weak that it is difficult to lift them up.

"Aaron...I'm a little cold..." Joyner grabbed Hotch's shirt and suddenly smiled, "Isn't it ridiculous...I'm a little cold..."

"You, you'll be fine..." Hotch tried to comfort her incoherently, the explosion hurt Joyner's artery, he could clearly feel the blood gushing out from the place he pressed, if Without timely medical treatment, she would definitely lose blood and die.

"Hotch!" Morgan finally broke through the outer police blockade and ran in, "Are you okay?!"

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Wu Cong came out of the hospital with Dansha in his arms, and looked up at the sky. Sirens were ringing in New York City, and all TV stations were broadcasting news of bomb attacks.

"A Lang, aren't we going back to the hotel?" Dan Sha looked at the direction Wu Cong was walking, and asked suspiciously.

"Let's go play with Uncle Hotch first, shall we?" Wu Cong stroked Dansha's hair.

"Okay!" Dansha crispy responded, "Play with Uncle Hotch as a brat!"

She was holding a plastic bottle in her arms. Wu Cong bought a bottle of water from the hospital's vending machine and poured it out to pretend to be a ghost for her. The mouse-like things were stuffed so full that it was difficult to turn around. The dying inside screamed twice from time to time.

Now that New York is under martial law, it is not easy to go to the place where the bombing happened. The closer you get to the police, the tighter it is. Wu Cong, who has a foreign household registration and can't even produce the slightest relevant identity certificate.

The CIA agents who followed him could go in, provided that Wu Cong didn't run so fast just now and they could catch up.

It seems that there is no chance to be a good citizen.Wu Cong sighed, hid in the alley and pinched a small formula, and when he walked out, no one would be able to see him.

Anyone who relies on invisibility and blindness to enter a martial law site is an illegal act explicitly prohibited by the government. If you are caught, you will have to submit a [-]-word self-criticism.

However, it is an extraordinary time to do extraordinary things. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Presumably, the government will not mind his expedient measures.

"Do you need help?" Wu Cong squatted down in front of Hotch with a smile on his face. His tenant looked really miserable, with several cuts on his face, and the pitiful look with loose eyes, which made Dansha see tears in his eyes. Spin in circles.

Hotch's tinnitus was so bad that he didn't hear Wu Cong coming at first, and he was all on Joyner. Garcia found out that the young man who had just come to help him was the bomber. Morgan chased after him, and the emergency personnel were late. Before it arrived, Joyner's body was getting colder and colder, and he knew it was a symptom of excessive blood loss.

In such a dizzy, dazed and panic-stricken situation, Wu Cong, who extended a helping hand to him, looked as if he had descended from the sky wearing multiple layers of holy light.

"please."

The best way to heal injuries is of course to take drugs. It happened that during this period of time, Wu Cong rubbed a lot of medicine balls, the kind that cinnabar was used as jelly beans. He took out one and stuffed it into the unconscious Joyner, within a few seconds Hotch felt that the bleeding point he was holding down began to stop bleeding, and Joyner's ashen face turned rosy visible to the naked eye.

However, Wu Cong only fed one grain to hang his life. If he fed too much, he would be revived with full blood on the spot, and it would not be a fun thing.

"I'll help you carry her there." Wu Cong also saw that Hotch's arm was basically unable to exert strength, so he took the initiative to hug Joyner, and asked Dansha to help Hotch, it is all thanks to Joyner that she can still stand here soberly. Supported in one breath, it may fall down at any time.

"Is she okay?" A medical staff with a first aid kit ran over, "I'm sorry I'm a little late."

"It's okay." Wu Cong smiled and looked at him for three seconds, "Take us to the nearest hospital." His voice was very soft, but he kept digging into the person's mind, and the eyes of the medical staff wandered for a moment, " OK……"

An ambulance with its horns and lights on could be said to be unimpeded on the street, and they were quickly sent to a hospital without any identity checks. As soon as the door opened, doctors and nurses rushed over and pushed Joyner into the operating room. Hotch stood there in a daze for a moment, and somehow his vision went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

Well, another one in need of first aid.

Wu Cong knocked out the "medical staff" standing behind him and tied him up, and threw him outside the car. Before he forgot to lock the car door, he took out his mobile phone and called the Hotch team to report the situation. , took over the sundries that Dansha struggled to lift up.

They were all taken from Hotch and Joyner. It is estimated that the doctor knew the importance of the matter, and they packed them in bags one by one for him. Wu Cong found the kit he gave him in the pocket of Hotch's suit jacket. He didn't If I remember correctly, the suit jacket was put on the woman named Kate Joyner just now.

The plain brocade bag looked the same as it was when it was just sent out, Wu Cong untied the knot and fell over, the peace talisman stuffed in earlier was only a mass of ashes.

Ben was sent out by him to ward off disasters, and he saw very early on that Hotch was bound to run into a bloody disaster, so he specially sealed a safety talisman for him, but he didn't expect that by mistake, he would save someone else from the catastrophe. That woman was originally destined to die in this disaster, so it is estimated that she will not die in such a case.

It's also pretty good.Wu Cong smiled and folded his palms together, the ashes of the kit and the peace talisman completely dissipated in his palm, clapping his hands and everything was gone.

Dan Sha looked at Wu Cong's face, and shrank back in fear while holding the bottle containing the belly ghost.

Ah Lang, this is the rhythm of madness, Uncle Hotch, come and save me QAQ.