Nolan, the talkative expert, cleared his throat and shouted into the tool shed.
"Hey buddy, your good buddy's dead. It's all over. You might be injured, but at least you're alive."
"I'll give you so advice to survive. Think about how much attention you've received. The internet and dia are all reporting on this incident. You'll be the leading figure in this 'great achievent.' It's ti to live and receive this 'honor.' If you die, few people will rember your na, but when you're alive and brought to court, you'll be the center of attention. Think about it!"
This ti, no more gunshots ca from inside. After a long while, a weak response ca from within.
"I surrender. I've laid down my weapon. Don't shoot."
Wow, Jack silently gave him a thumbs up. If the system didn't deny that talkativeness as a skill, he would really want to beco Nolan's apprentice.
Even judging by psychological skills, he believed Nolan's skill level wouldn't be lower than proficient.
Twenty minutes later, the CDC doctors, arriving late, completed their examination and confird the surrounding area was safe. The injured suspect was taken to the nearest church morial hospital in an ambulance. Jack removed the magazine from his rifle and put it back in the trunk of the police car. He overheard Angela and Wesley whispering.
"How about we kiss as compensation for what I did today? Or you can choose to sue in court."
Wesley even had a touch of arrogance: "An hour ago, my thoughts were still wavering, but when you bravely boarded that bus and saved everyone on it…"
He probably wanted to express his admiration for his girlfriend, but his next words were interrupted by a smug Angela.
"Does that make you a little… excited?"
Jack couldn't stand it anymore and slamd the trunk shut, interrupting the couple's unbridled flirting.
"There's a motel on the way here. If you two can't wait, I can take you there first, but please don't continue."
He'd missed dinner again, but he'd rather just grab a burger on the way back than be here.
However, there was one last thing to do. Tim, trapped in the ho of the only infected person, was still in critical condition. Lucy had been with him outside the quarantine zone. Now that all the terrorists were captured, it was ti to check on this lonely old man.
Jack did a self-psychological check-up in the car. Despite a busy day and even engaging in a shootout, his mood was surprisingly good. Although he was a little agitated, he didn't have the uncontrollable urges he usually felt. It seed that after experiencing dangerous situations so many tis, his body was naturally starting to adapt.
There were still three people in the car, followed by Nolan's police car, making a total of five. They quickly arrived at their destination.
It was already late at night, but the lawn in front of the small yellow bungalow was brightly lit. A CDC bus was parked on the side of the road, and a group of CDC doctors in protective suits were busy, presumably carrying out disinfection work.
Jack got out of the car, patted his rumbling stomach, and looked up to see Lucy, her face full of worry, erging from a makeshift plastic shed. Her police uniform was unbuttoned, and she looked like she had just finished washing and disinfecting.
Seeing the group getting out of the car, she forced a smile and greeted them.
"Hey, I heard you guys beca heroes today, saving the world."
Compared to his previous plan to dismantle the white supremacist gang, Jack genuinely felt his contribution today was insignificant; Nolan was the real protagonist, having discovered several crucial clues.
"Thanks to Nolan, we were just doing our duty."
Nolan seed distracted, completely unaware of the praise he was receiving, and asked worriedly, "I'm glad you're alright. How's Tim? I heard he and the victim's body were locked in the bedroom for several hours."
Lucy tried to rouse herself, feigning confidence: "I think he'll be alright. The CDC vaccine has arrived, and Tim just received it, but he still needs to be observed at the hospital for 24 hours."
A mont of silence fell over everyone. According to Dr. Morgan, even with the vaccine, there was still a 60% mortality rate, and their mood instantly somber.
Just then, the door opened, and Dr. Morgan, fully protected, accompanied Tim out.
Upon seeing everyone, Tim, whose face had been grim, seed sowhat moved, but this emotion, when expressed on his serious, poker-faced expression, was rely a slight twitch at the corners of his mouth — hardly a smile.
Dr. Morgan, completely oblivious to the emotions around them, removed her mask with a detached expression, just as she had been when she had expressionlessly recited those terrifying probability numbers to the patrol officers at the police station.
Jack was familiar with this type of person: highly intelligent, but with low emotional intelligence, struggling to communicate emotionally with ordinary people. Simply put, rational thinking suppressed normal emotional thinking.
The advantage of these kinds of people is that while they might not be good at comforting you, they also won't hide anything from you; they'll say what they an, like right now.
"The concentration of the virus you were exposed to was only close to the critical level, so you've most likely escaped unscathed. Clinically, you haven't shown any symptoms of infection so far. Just to be on the safe side, we've still given you a vaccination. Now you just need to wait patiently."
Hearing this, everyone's expressions improved considerably. Just as Jack was about to go forward and bump fists with Tim, hoping to make so physical contact so he could use his healing skill, Tim, who had only taken two steps forward, suddenly turned pale, rolled his eyes, and collapsed to the ground.
"Tim!"
"Officer Bradford!"
"What happened to you?"
"Quickly, call soone! Call an ambulance!"
"Don't co any closer! Back off! Back off!!!"
Everyone rushed forward, but was blocked by the quick-thinking CDC doctors.
Jack's outstretched fingers barely grazed Tim's jacket, just a hair's breadth away from touching his body.
Could this guy really be that unlucky? Jack, pulled away, stared in disbelief as he watched Tim's body convulse on the ground, like an epileptic seizure.
"Is it a viral attack?" Lucy, also stopped, shrieked.
"No, there's no bleeding. It looks like anaphylactic shock; his body is probably having an allergic reaction to the vaccine."
Dr. Morgan remained calm, instructing two paradics to hold Tim down and shouting to the waiting ambulance, "Get an adrenaline shot, right now!"
After the injection, Tim quickly stopped his epileptic convulsions but remained unconscious. Watching him being lifted into the ambulance, Jack patted the still-stunned Nolan.
"Get in, we'll clear the way for the ambulance."
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