I'm just a little mouse after all [Comprehensive British and American]

The ward was engulfed in flames, the panicked crowd fled in the corridor, and Jerry was led out by people/flow.

He looked back anxiously, and saw that the previous ward had been bombed so that it couldn't see its original appearance.

Two security guards came over to stop him and seemed to be talking to him, but Jerry could only hear a hum.

One of them touched his hand, and Jerry subconsciously clenched the phone.

The most important evidence is stored there.

The prostitute must have died, and now only the oral evidence remains.

Jerry pushed away the security guard in front of him and staggered forward.The people around him stared at him in horror, and Jerry knew that his back must not look very good now.

He found a small corner and sent the recorded audio to Rhett.

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated.

Rhett seemed to say something on the phone, but Jerry couldn't hear it now.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw the hooded man walking towards him.

"He's coming." Jerry said anxiously: "Someone killed her just now, and that person came towards me."

Before he could finish his sentence, the bullet grazed the back of his hand.

"I have to go." Jerry said as he ran out of the hospital. A few medical staff walked towards him. They were wearing masks. Just as they were about to bypass them, they saw a man with a gun in his hand.

This was too exciting, Jerry hung up the phone, and quickly rushed into the stairwell not far away.

He didn't know if Rhett heard him over there, and he couldn't identify the location through the sound to determine where the person chasing him was.

Jerry ran upstairs quickly, and looked up to see someone walking down above.

The good news is that he's wearing a police uniform, the bad news is that the cops who can be in the area are not very nice

Jerry climbed the stairs and jumped to the next floor. He knocked on the system and asked anxiously, "I'm going to die if I don't think of a way."

His long-lost artificial mental retardation system finally responded, and its emotionless voice sounded in Jerry's mind.

[Hi, Mr. Jerry, now follow my instructions. ] The system said calmly: [Go out from the next staircase, no one is guarding there now.Go left and go into the third room on the left, there is a chain you can use to lock the door.The terrorists who sneaked into the hospital did not control the monitoring room, please keep your current speed, so you will have 4 minutes and 32 seconds left.If you slow down, they'll know which room you're in. ]

Jerry got into the room according to the system's instructions, he locked the door and hid by the window and asked in a low voice: 'What should we do now. '

[You just need to wait 26 minutes. ] The system replied: [Your teammate Spencer Reid has sent the recording to his superiors, emergency mode has been activated, and agents stationed in Brooklyn are on their way. ]

It was the first time Jerry found his system so useful. He looked around the room and found a fruit knife.

He clenched the fruit knife and looked at the door vigilantly. It was the first time that Jerry had faced such a life-and-death crisis alone in such a big age.

Although his ears are still not good, his eyes are fine, and he can clearly see the sparks splashed by the bullet hitting the wall.

To be honest, Jerry now regrets not bringing Tom along.

His hearing recovered a bit, but he still couldn't hear clearly.

He is very scared now, he wants to hug Tom and rub hard a few times.

Jerry took a deep breath and controlled his legs so he wouldn't sit on the ground.

'Being human wasn't as much fun as I thought it would be. ' Jerry whispered into the system.

The system, which has been silent all this time, suddenly replied: [They are searching the rooms on this floor, and they have at most 20 seconds to find you. ]

'Didn't I lock the handle with a chain? ' Jerry said nervously.

[It can only be delayed for a while, and you need to use this time to flip out of the window. ] The system said.

Jerry walked to the window and looked down tentatively. This is the tenth floor.

'Are you serious? ' asked Jerry.

[There is a fire truck downstairs, if you stand on the window sill, a ladder will come to pick you up. ] The system still had that unhurried mechanical sound, which eased Jerry's nervousness a bit.

After receiving the command from the system, Jerry sniffed and threw the fruit knife aside. He opened the window and carefully moved it out while holding the window frame.

The firefighters who were organizing the rescue below had noticed Jerry, and the ladder was slowly stretched upwards.

A male firefighter stood on it and shouted to Jerry: "Don't move, don't be nervous, stand there and don't move!"

Jerry couldn't hear him clearly, and at the same time the system also said in his head: [They came in. ]

Before Jerry came out, he drew one side of the curtain. He stood outside the window, the curtain covered his body, and those people hadn't seen him yet.

"They have guns in their hands." Jerry said eagerly, waving at the firefighters, "There are seven people in total, and they blew up the hospital."

The one who came up was an experienced old firefighter, he just reacted after being stunned for a while.

He turned his head slightly and said to the walkie-talkie on his body, "Officer, the thugs are on the tenth floor. Yes, it is the window where I am now. Yes, there are seven people here."

After pleading for assistance from the police, the firefighters reached out to Jerry, asking him to come over.

"Did you call the police just now?" Jerry didn't hold his hand, he pressed his fingers against the crack of the wall to control his body.

The firefighters didn't understand what Jerry meant, and he said soothingly, "Emergency personnel, firefighters and police are all here, and you will be safe soon. Come on, follow me, they can't shoot you from this angle, but wait until they are completely Once you come in, you can’t tell.”

"The police are with them." Jerry walked up the ladder with the strength of the firefighters, and he whispered, "Who else is there besides you?"

The firefighter's expression was blank for a moment, and he pressed the intercom to temporarily cut off the connection with the police.

"And the FBI, what do you mean by what you just said." He scolded, "I can sue you for slander."

Among the related characters mentioned by the prostitute, there is no mention of firefighters.

At least for now, the firefighters have not been in the same boat as the people in Blackwater Lane.

Jerry turned on the phone and passed it to the fireman's ear and whispered: "You must not let the police approach me. I am a detective who investigates disappearances. But the case involves serial murders, illegal imprisonment, human trafficking and trafficking. There is a terrorist organization working with the police here. I have evidence and these people just want to kill me to destroy the evidence."

The firefighter shook his head slightly, his face was already blackened, his exceptionally bright eyes were full of disbelief.

At this time, the ladder also came down, and the firefighter walked down with Jerry in his arms.

A female policeman came over to take over Jerry, but the fireman subconsciously blocked Jerry behind him.

He looked at the policewoman and said vigilantly, "The FBI is looking for him, I'll send him there first."

"You need to fight the fire." The female policeman's eyes fell on Jerry, she reached out and grabbed Jerry's wrist and said, "He's injured in his back. I'll take him to the ambulance."

The firefighter didn't retreat, his eyes quickly swept across the crowd, and he shouted loudly at one of them: "Detective Rhett! We found the person you mentioned!"

Before he finished speaking, Rhett ran over quickly.

He nodded to the fireman and took Jerry away.

After they walked away, the policewoman looked at the fireman and said, "You have a problem with me? Bach."

"Of course not, Officer Xinia." The firefighter Bach slowly opened the distance between the two, he hesitated and asked again: "Has anything strange happened in the police station recently?"

"As usual." The policewoman shrugged and said, "You'd better go in and help, there are not enough rescuers."

......

Tom didn't know about Jerry's life and death horror, it had been eavesdropping on the man's phone call just now.

It didn't know what the man's name was, but from the voice on the phone, he seemed to be called Pete.

He mentioned something about Blackwater Lane, and he also mentioned the puppeteer.

They talked so quietly that Tom had to strain his ears to hear them.

Pete hung up after a few minutes and kicked Tom away as he passed by.

Tom was caught off guard for a moment, kicked aside, and meowed as he fell.

Pete ignored Tom, he stopped a car on the side of the road and left.

Tom scrambled and ran over, lay on the set and took a ride.

It felt that Pete was probably going to their stronghold this time, Tom remembered the surrounding environment along the way, and prepared to report him later.

Tom's paws were firmly grasping the roof of the car. He was still observing carefully at first, but later he realized why this place looked so familiar.

After the car stopped, Tom looked at the familiar alley in front of him, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there are not many places that Pete can go.

Tom followed Pete silently with the empty cardboard box on his back. The prostitutes who were standing in the alley did not know where they went.

Pete stood in front of the iron door and raised his hand to knock, and said something in a low voice.It should have been a signal, but Tom was too far away to hear it.

He waited at the door for a long time, but none of them opened.

Just when Tom and Pete thought there was no one here, the iron gate fell down suddenly.

Pete couldn't dodge in time, and was knocked down by the heavy door.

He tried to get up, but Ethan ran out holding a crying baby.

"Tom!" Ethan saw the big cat squatting outside at a glance, probably in a panic, Ethan put the baby in front of Tom, whispered something to protect her, then turned and ran back to the house.

Tom stared blankly at the little baby in front of him. Seeing that the baby was crying all the time, he grabbed his own tail and stuffed it into the baby's mouth.

The world quickly quieted down, and sure enough there was no child who didn't like cat tails.

Fortunately, its tail doesn't shed much hair recently, otherwise it would have to help the baby spit out hairballs.

While feeding the child the tail, Tom picked up the iron rod on the side and gave Pete a few sticks severely.

There were bursts of gunshots in the house. Tom looked over anxiously, and saw his big cousin flying out.

It rolled to the ground, got up and patted the ashes on its buttocks and wanted to rush back.

Tom pressed it quickly and asked, "What's going on inside?"

"Including Winnie, three half-dead victims. When we went in, a woman ran out to ask for help and was killed in front of us." The eldest cousin rolled up his sleeves and said: "Killing in front of me, he is afraid I'm tired of living."

"So you guys started fighting?"

"Yeah, I broke his leg."

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