Jack's SUV reached the farm 60 kiloters away in less than half an hour.
It was indeed a small farm, estimated to be less than 4 hectares, or about eight or nine acres.
The main building was a large, one-story wooden house, which appeared to have at least seven or eight rooms from the outside. There were also several scattered wooden houses around it, typical farm sheds, garages, tool sheds, and the like.
"JJ, check around. Don't go inside. Be careful of explosives."
Considering that this guy had committed suicide with a grenade and had a military background, the two didn't rush into the house to search recklessly. This guy was determined to drag the police down with him; who knew if he had set up any traps inside?
"Angela!"
"Angela Miller!"
Jack circled half of the wooden house, calling out the kidnapped girl's na while listening carefully to the sounds inside.
JJ walked towards the garage, which was about fifty or sixty ters away. There was a large flowerbed surrounded by a fence, but it was blocked by the garage, so they couldn't see what was planted behind it.
Jack picked up a shovel from the ground, wondering whether to break a window on the side of the cabin to peek inside.
Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the distance, coming from the garage where JJ had gone to check. But this wasn't the Glock rifle the FBI was equipped with; it was a typical rifle shot. JJ was in danger!
"Bang!" Another shot rang out, the Glock's return fire, but only once.
"Fuck!"
Jack dropped the shovel, drawing his sidearm as he ran. Just as he rounded the cabin, a screeching tire burnout followed by a loud bang.
A brown, old Ford pickup truck crashed through the garage's back door, kicking up a cloud of dust, seemingly trying to escape.
Bang! bang! bang!
Without hesitation, Jack emptied the Glock's magazine while running towards the pickup truck, which was nearly a hundred ters away. At this distance and firing position, he didn't expect to hit anything; it was simply cover fire.
From his current position, he couldn't see JJ's situation at all. Getting to her side and ensuring her safety was the most important thing.
Jack, having finished firing his Glock, didn't even bother to change the magazine, simply holstering it at his waist. Just as he was about to draw his FK 7.5mm from under his arm, JJ's scream made him forget about the pickup truck and speed towards the flowerbed.
"Jack, co quick, she's dying!"
Jack sprinted towards the direction of JJ's voice, ignoring the departing pickup truck.
Beside the garage was a large rose garden. JJ, cradling a woman in her arms, slumped under a withered cherry tree.
"Help! I can't stop her bleeding!"
Jack imdiately knelt down, taking the woman from her arms, his gaze first falling on JJ's face. A long gash ran down her cheek, and her clothes on her right shoulder were torn, revealing the lacerated skin.
"I'm fine. When I found her, that guy was about to stab her a second ti. I drew my gun as a warning, but I didn't have the angle to shoot."
Jack nodded. JJ had been injured by fragnts from a bullet hitting a wooden plank; as long as her eyes weren't injured, everything else could wait.
So he focused on treating the woman's wounds. Her injuries were quite serious; she had been stabbed in the left side of her chest, very close to her heart, and her lungs were definitely damaged, resulting in an open chest wound.
Jack first used his healing skills to save her life, then imdiately tore open her clothes. Now was not the ti for idle thoughts.
"There's a first-aid kit in the car. I need a first-aid kit and a chest decompression kit, quick!"
Ignoring her own bleeding, JJ turned and ran towards the SUV they had driven.
Jack imdiately pulled out his phone and dialed for an ambulance. Thankfully, although this place was remote, at least there wasn't any signal loss.
"Angela Miller?"
After hanging up, Jack called out loudly to the woman in his arms, slapping her cheeks to try to keep her conscious.
The woman opened her eyes with difficulty, blood foaming from her mouth.
"Hey, listen to , we're the FBI. I just saw Mike, he's fine, and I promised to help him find his mother."
Hearing her son's na, the woman's eyes widened suddenly, and she grabbed Jack's arm tightly.
"Don't worry, you'll be alright. I'm here. Hang in there. Your husband and son are waiting for you."
Although he was offering clichéd words of comfort, like the kind of dialogue in dramas where the other person is about to die, Jack felt a heavy weight finally lifted from his heart.
As long as the person wasn't dead, they wouldn't die in his hands. Now, all he needed to do was keep them conscious. He wasn't a professional ergency doctor, and keeping the patient conscious was crucial for his subsequent ergency work. If the worst ca to happen, then she would have to die.
"It's all here."
JJ kicked off her high heels and ran barefoot back and forth. When she reached Jack, her legs gave way, and she collapsed in front of them.
Jack didn't bother to help her up. He reached out and held the first-aid kit, opening it to find a first-aid bag and a chest decompression kit inside.
He first tore open the sterile side of the first-aid bag and pressed it tightly against the wound to seal the chest cavity. JJ helped by folding a triangular bandage and handing it over to apply pressure.
Jack then tore open the chest decompression kit, took out the catheter, located the appropriate spot on the chest, and inserted it into the pleural cavity. He then removed the needle, took off the small valve from the needle tip, and attached it to the catheter.
This scene looked quite grueso, but it was the best first aid for an open chest wound, successfully restoring negative pressure to the patient's chest cavity.
"Okay, you're alright now. We just need to get you to the hospital."
Jack reassured the woman while taking out an airway device, in case she beca unconscious and her tongue fell back, blocking her airway.
"Relax, relax. This thing is a bit uncomfortable, but it's just in case."
The patient's condition had temporarily stabilized, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did Jack notice that JJ's cheek wound was still bleeding.
"Don't move, let take care of it first."
Jack supported her head and carefully cleaned the wounds on her cheek and shoulder. It seed like they hadn't had such close contact since returning to Los Angeles.
Hearing the distant sirens, JJ shifted slightly, but ultimately didn't try to move away.
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