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"It depends on his luck." The black military doctor looked at the thin iron pipe that was vibrating with the heartbeat and felt his scalp numb. "Get it out first. I will keep an eye on him."

Jack nodded, held the man's right shoulder with one hand, and grabbed his pants with the other hand. He slowly used force and lifted the 200-pound man up from the ground.

Under the surprised eyes of the black military doctor, he maintained this extremely awkward posture and lifted the heart-wrenching man out. The latter was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly picked up the unconscious woman on the ground and followed him out.

The people who were watching outside couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this scene, and the flashes of their mobile phones were flashing one after another.

Jack turned his head, trying not to let his face into the mirror. He carefully placed the man with the heart on the ground and handed it to the black military doctor to take care of him. At this time, the siren in the distance finally sounded, gradually approaching from far away.

With this kind of injury, he didn't dare to randomly apply healing techniques, otherwise it would be too easy for others to suspect him. He could only pray silently in his heart for this stranger who didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck, hoping that he could survive it.

The fire gradually grew bigger. The other customers who had followed Jack and rushed in to save people were helped or carried out of the supermarket, and many injured people had been rescued.

Jack entered the supermarket again, took two towels from the shelf, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water and poured it on them, covered his mouth and nose, and continued to search for survivors with his head lowered despite the billowing smoke.

Jack didn't want to act like a hero. The current situation was not bad, and his physical fitness and five senses were much stronger than ordinary people. He subconsciously felt that he could save everyone one by one.

In front of him was the center of the explosion of one of the three suicide attackers. The shelves fell to both sides, and the internal organs were mixed with minced meat, and white bones and residue were radioactively covered all around.

Jack endured his nausea and continued to bend forward and grope forward, letting go of his senses and trying to find possible survivors in the fire. The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and a rolling heat wave hit his face.

Feeling that he couldn't hold on anymore, just when he was about to give up and exit the fire scene, something suddenly moved in his heart. He threw away the towel and took two steps forward. The muscles in his arms rose up and he lifted up a row of collapsed and deformed shelves.

Under the shelf was a female corpse. Her back was bloody and bloody, and even a large piece of flesh was missing from her waist. Sen Bai's spine and part of her internal organs were exposed to the air.

But Jack was overjoyed and reached out to turn the body over again, because there was an overturned stroller underneath her.

At this time, the ceiling above the head was crackling, the fire had spread here, and the thick black smoke was rolling down from above, as if there were hideous faces of evil ghosts hidden in it.

There was an extremely weak cry from the stroller. Jack squinted his red eyes and lifted up a seven or eight-month-old baby inside. This lucky little guy was unhurt.

At this moment, the ceiling above his head suddenly made an ominous sound. Jack quickly retracted his left hand to protect the real little lucky guy in his arms. He stretched out his right hand to block it, and a burning wooden beam spun into a The ring of fire flew out.

When the wooden beam flew out, it also ignited the sleeve of his right hand. This damn piece of wood should have come from the wooden frame structure used to support the suspended ceiling.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Jack turned around and ran out at Bolt's 100-meter sprint speed. The moment he ran out of the supermarket, there was a loud bang behind him, the entire ceiling was burned down, and there was thick smoke. Mixed with flames, it fell down instantly.

A firefighter who had just arrived quickly picked up the fire extinguisher and stepped forward to help him put out the flames on his arm. However, Jack turned sideways and pushed away the carbon dioxide dry powder nozzle aimed at him, revealing the baby in his arms. .

"I'm selling cakes!" The crowd onlookers exclaimed, and the flashlights flashed even more vigorously.

"EMT (Emergency Medical Technician)! Here!" Under the loud urging of the firefighters, an ambulanceman rushed over with an oxygen mask.

At this time, Jack had already given the baby to the firefighter, took off his coat, and threw it on the ground a few times to put out the remaining fire. Only then did he notice the burning pain coming from his right arm.

"Good job man!"

"Well done! You are a true hero!"

Some people in the audience praised loudly, and the others also applauded. For a moment, everyone present was generous with their words of praise.

Some emotional middle-aged women even covered their cheeks with excitement, and tears could not help but burst out of their eyes.

Jack looked at the burning supermarket behind him with lingering fear. A few water jets rose up, which was enough to stop the fire, but that was all. He didn't know how many injured people who had not been rescued in time were buried in the flames.

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"Breaking news, the city of Dallas is in panic, confusion and sadness tonight."

"Devastating news, an explosion occurred in Dallas, fifteen people confirmed dead so far."

"Multiple people injured. Including two children. A 6-month-old baby was rescued by a heroic federal agent."

"His Excellency the President issued a statement"

"Minister of Defense. Will hold a press conference soon."

Jack was lying on the hospital bed, switching channels in boredom. All the news channels were occupied by emergency broadcasts of bombings.

"Let me take a good look at our hero, haha." No one heard the voice first. Following a burst of chaotic footsteps, Rossi laughed and walked into the ward with Hotchner, followed by the BUA guys. Even Garcia, who rarely acts with everyone, is among them.

Jack on the hospital bed smiled bitterly and took off the oxygen mask on his face, raised his left hand and waved to everyone, "Why are you all here?"

"Rosie heard that you were injured and said hello to the top. Now this case belongs to us."

Hotchner glanced at his bandaged right hand, showing concern. As a sharpshooter, he knew how important a right hand that could always remain stable was to Jack.

"Well, it's just a very mild burn. It was over-treated by the enthusiastic doctors." Jack helplessly raised his right hand tied into a rice dumpling, and flexibly moved his five fingers to indicate that he was fine.

To say how enthusiastic the doctors and nurses here are, just when he was lying on the hospital bed for a long time, there were already N female nurses and doctors who were good-looking or thought they were good-looking, passing by here intentionally or unintentionally.

Some are quite reserved, pretending to be in the wrong ward, apologizing and then running away laughing, while others are much more straightforward, walking to the bed, saying hello with a smile, and then directly stuffing the small note into his Under the pillow.

In just a few hours, the small note forcibly raised his pillow to a higher level.

Well, maybe this was just an illusion, but Jack really couldn't lie down and felt itchy all over his body. This feeling of being visited as a giant panda was really uncomfortable.

Garcia patted his trembling mouth and seemed to finally feel relieved. He walked to the hospital bed and carefully hugged Jack, "Dear Jack, you are my hero."

After saying that, she took out her phone and showed him the photo on the screen. It was the moment when Jack pushed away the fire extinguisher in the firefighter's hand with his burning right hand, showing the baby in his arms.

Although the smoke on someone's handsome face turned into zebra stripes in the photo, it added a bit of heroic fearlessness. With the fire burning behind him, the composition was perfect.

"Are you really not considering putting this photo on the nightly news today?" Garcia said with a look of regret.

"Thank you, these are enough to give me a headache." Jack grabbed the small notes from under the pillow and stuffed them into Red's hands.

"Remember to find a place where no one will notice and dispose of it for me. Of course, you can also keep it for yourself."

Rhett opened one and took a look, as if he had received a hot potato and hurriedly stuffed it into his pocket.

Emily smiled and patted Jack on the shoulder, "Relax and recover, we will solve the case as soon as possible."

Jack looked at Rosie with a grimace, "Can't you let me return to the team temporarily? Or arrange for me to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible."

Rossi tilted his head and said he was helpless. "This case has been classified as a terrorist attack. The Minister of Defense has just held a press conference. As a person involved, you cannot participate for the time being, but Matt has received the task."

He hadn't finished speaking, but Jack had already understood what he meant. If the four bearded men were confirmed to be stowaways and smuggled in by those DU trafficking groups, then the joint action team would also be very disappointed. Something will be done soon, and Matt will likely call him out early.

Jack sighed, still holding on to a glimmer of hope, "What about being discharged from the hospital?"

"Jiejie is checking your condition with your attending doctor. She has the final say on everything." Hotchner stiffly squeezed out a smile. Although this man was not good at expressing himself, it was obvious that he sincerely wanted to ensure that Jack was not in serious trouble. And feel happy.

Everyone still had tasks to attend to, so they did not stay too long and quickly left. The high-end ward became quiet again. Jack turned off the TV, closed his eyes and planned to take a nap.

The side effects this time are not serious, and Jack plans to try to overcome them on his own. Men should learn to be patient occasionally.

Not long after, he heard the door being pushed open gently, and a gust of fragrant wind blew in. Jack sighed silently in his heart. It was not over yet. Suddenly, there was a click at the door, and the person locked the door.

He was shocked, thinking, is it such a big deal? Leaving notes is not enough, has it reached the point of attacking patients at night?

He secretly raised his eyelids and vaguely caught a glimpse of the person with dazzling blond hair draped over his shoulders. He was wearing a white nurse's uniform. He had a great figure. He was only one size too small for an ordinary nurse's uniform, but it was forced to wear a bit of sex. .

And the scent was so familiar, a bit like... He opened his eyes suddenly and saw Jiejie standing in front of the hospital bed with a red face.

"I heard there is a hero here."

Suck it, Jack swallowed subconsciously. It seems that he has never tried this method before.

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