Hollywood Domination Chapter 455: JesusfuckingChris

"Is everything okay? Are there any casualties—"

Just as the person in charge of sfpd was holding a loudspeaker in front of the window and shouting the countdown, and the swat team was preparing for an assault in front of the door, Woody had already moved to the edge of the cordon, looking worriedly at the closed door of the villa, talking to the earphones Robert on the other end reported the situation, "The police can't wait any longer. There were continuous gunshots in the villa just now, and it was preliminarily judged that there was an exchange of fire... Now I can only pray that they are all right."

"*." Robert, who has always been gentle and polite, cursed loudly on the phone, "**—is swat responsible for the break-in?"

"Yes, it should be the elite team you designated." Woody said, he glanced at the ordinary police officers beside him, who were staring at him fiercely, as if they were extremely dissatisfied with Woody's overreach. "The medical helicopter just landed too, and it's standing by nearby - hope they don't need this...*, I mean, hope they get away safely and unhurt."

Robert didn't care about his slip of the tongue, but simply said, "Keep on the phone, don't hang up, keep me informed of the latest news."

"Understood." Woody said, and he also calmed down, calmly bearing the policeman's glaring, looking at the door thoughtfully, listening to the countdown of the policeman, "10, 9, 8, 7——"

'Booming, booming', the sound of a helicopter motor suddenly pierced the silent night sky again. There was a huge bright spot, and the swat team's special police officers adjusted their postures one after another, but they still kept their attention on the room. At the same time, Woody and almost all the police officers around him cursed softly, "*!"

"What?" Robert asked sensitively on the other end of the phone, "What happened?"

"Aerial helicopter." Woody cursed secretly, "The media is here."

Of course, considering the time point, it is reasonable for the media to arrive now, but this does not reduce the sense of depression it brings to people. Woody can only secretly hope that the scene will not be too bloody, otherwise he would know How the media will report—of course, in the final analysis, what matters now is not this at all, but the safety of Jennifer and Cesare.

Perhaps because of this, Robert's reaction to the news was quite indifferent, and Woody didn't say any more, but waited silently for the special police team to break in, but the person in charge seemed to be overwhelmed by the news helicopter. Enraged, he didn't continue to count down, but turned his head and walked to the edge of the cordon, and communicated with another colleague. Woody wanted to go over to inquire about the news, but he was stopped by the guarding police officers after he moved a step.

"Don't go anywhere, soldier." His hostility towards Woody was clearly visible, "Your own troubles are not over yet—you'll have to go to the bureau with us later."

A burst of irritability surged in Woody's heart, but he didn't continue to argue—he knew that he was able to stay on the edge of the cordon because of the face of Robert, or the mayor of San Francisco, and the police chief. Any move will make him lose the right to stay on the scene, and he will be driven far away outside the cordon to wait for news like James.

"Understood, officer." Resisting too much sarcasm in his voice, Hu Di said, he retreated to the original place, looked at the gate of the villa, and the ominous premonition became more and more serious: if Che If Sare had an advantage, they would have to open the door no matter what. The longer the delay, the worse the omens would be. This made him anxious.

As for the filth between him and the police station, Woody didn't take it to heart—even if something happened to Jennifer and Cesare... something he didn't want to see, Robert would not be willing to help, and the company would not help. Will come forward to vouch for him. What's more, Woody didn't think he had done anything wrong. There was actually only one reason why this group of police officers were so angry with him, and that was that he bypassed them and called the swat team directly, making them lose the initiative. Of course, he also lost a great opportunity to be in the limelight, and he is more likely to become the target of ridicule by the media and get into trouble.

From the moment Cesare got the gun and closed the door to now, in fact, the past time is about three quarters of an hour. Soon after the door was closed, Woody received a call from Robert—he has always known that these multinational companies The CEOs of the company all 'have a way', but even so, Robert's efficiency still surprised him. At that time, he had already contacted the mayor of San Francisco and called the superintendent out of bed. The swat team was almost in contact with the local The police arrived at the same time, even one step earlier than the local police. Considering their station is farther away, this undoubtedly exposed the slow response of the local police force, and this also made everyone who thought that they were about to undertake a big case The local police were full of resentment, and it was difficult to have a good face towards Woody. They even criticized his decision to deliver the guns to Cesare, thinking that this would make the situation more unstable and the number of casualties would increase.

In fact, their accusations are not unreasonable. If Cesare is a rookie who has never touched a gun, a gun will not help him as much as a dagger, even if he can use a gun. In hostage situations, reckless shooting will often cause heavy casualties to the hostages, and the scene is appalling. But Woody thinks that all his judgments are for the benefit of his employer—Cesare’s marksmanship is very good, even his direct employer Jennifer has been exposed to shooting many times, although most of them are for shooting needs, but she It can be considered a lot of shooting experience.

Moreover, according to the position and identity of the kidnapper at the time, even if the kidnapper is not a veteran, he must be well prepared. Without a gun, the situation will only be worse, and it can even be said that there is no hope. It is not necessary to ask for several specific situations of swat. It is hard to say whether the local police will take the initiative to contact their superiors, and how much time will be spent in boring interrogation, hesitation, asking for instructions and bureaucratic wrangling. This is a risk they cannot afford , the longer the time drags on, the more news the media will know. If the kidnapper sees the news that he handed the gun to Cesare on the news, Woody is not sure how the situation will change—he handed the gun to Cesare. When handing it over, there were too many people around. According to his experience, there will always be someone who leaks the truth, and there will always be media willing to publish such news.

The helicopter's beam was removed, and with the sound of rumbling, they flew to a farther landing point, but this did not have much effect, because more live broadcast vehicles were coming, Hu Dee had one more thing to worry about—he hoped that these vehicles would not block the way out, after all, judging from the gunshots, someone might need an ambulance—but the door has not been opened yet—*, why Why hasn't the door been opened yet... Could it be that there are no living people inside?

When Woody's mood became heavier and heavier, the person in charge also returned to the front of the villa. It could be seen that his expression was also very anxious—whether it was the identity of the hostage or the gunshots just now, all of them were disturbing. The nerves of the police were high.

"10, 9, 8—" He started counting down again, "7, 6——"

"Ah!" Amidst the uncontrollable exclamation of many people outside the cordon, the door was opened by a line, and the swat team immediately made preparations to shoot, but soon there was a loud noise coming from the door. Shout, "It's me, Charles!"

"Huh!" Woody took a deep breath, and the onlookers also sighed in relief, but the special police officers remained on guard, the two stepped forward to push the door, and the others still held their guns, " Keep your hands in view - are there any casualties?"

"The kidnapper is dead," Charles yelled, "needs a doctor and scissors, Jennifer rolled down the stairs with her hands handcuffed - but otherwise no one was hurt."

The door opened, and a **** smell came out immediately. Charles stood at the door with his hands raised high. He looked very nervous and tired, and he was clearly in shock—but this is also human nature, and it can be seen through the door. The remaining two hostages and Cesare were squatting in the hall, obviously looking after Jennifer—she had just experienced some bumps, and she was still wearing plastic handcuffs, so it was normal for her to be unable to stand up.

The special police officers lifted their guard slightly, but they still professionally rushed into the hall to clear the blind spots. Woody let out a long breath, and only then did he feel how fast his heart was beating. He wanted to step forward, But I was blocked again, "Oh, is there any danger in me going in now, officer?"

"What happened? Woody? Are they rescued?" Robert asked sensitively on the phone, and Woody quickly told him the good news, "Everyone is fine, the robber is dead—— I want to go and have a look, but the police won't let me go."

"Wait a minute." Robert said succinctly, and Woody couldn't help but smile to himself: under normal circumstances, he doesn't like to bully others, but the exception is when the other side is ugly.

"Hey, Woody!" James squeezed over from the crowd, "Are you all right?"

"Jennifer rolled down the stairs—that's probably how she got away from that **** lunatic, and then Cesare—" Woody gestured to fire, but didn't say it very loudly, Because the surrounding crowd was listening to his speculation with great interest, and several reporters were rushing towards him with a large number of live broadcasters.

"*, isn't this the most **** outrageous party in the world?" James also obviously relaxed a lot, he stopped talking about the situation in the room, but took out his phone and handed it to Woody, "Just now There's a lot of people calling you, Boss - but you ignore him, I've told him we're not in there, and Judy Ackerman, Jim Davidson, and of course Mary - oh, and With this, Ge's contact person, whose call should I return first?"

"Ge's contact person?" Woody asked, he was a little puzzled: it was less than an hour since the incident happened, and the media has only arrived now, so it is estimated that the first report has not been published yet. It's not surprising that Mary, Jim and others know the news, but, ge? "How did they know this? Did Mary tell them?"

At the same time, Robert started talking in the headset, and Woody had to yell at James, "Don't worry about ge - call Mary - Robert, can I go in now, who should I call? "

While Robert was speaking, a police officer came over with a gloomy expression and gestured to Woody. Woody glanced at the fat police officer in charge of guarding him, and trotted into the house——SWAT He had already rushed to the second floor to start the investigation. Several medical staff rushed from the slant, rushed into the room ahead of him, and squatted beside Cesare and Jennifer.

"She kept saying she was disgusting and wanted to vomit." Cesare nodded to Woody, and began to explain Jennifer's reaction. The hostage sitting on the other side helped her up—the girl also looked a little uncomfortable, and her male companion kept comforting her in a low voice.

"Are you okay, miss." He said with concern, "Are you injured too?"

"Miss Jefferson, can you see my fingers clearly? Can you sit up?" The medical staff asked behind him, and Woody paid half his attention to listen to Jennifer's response, her tone was faint Heavy, as if unconscious: "I—— dizzy, nauseated...cold..."

"Huh?" The hostage also seemed a little dizzy, and she shook her head. "I'm not hurt—"

"But you have blood on your face." Woody pointed this out, and he pinned the hair on the hostage's face back. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"

"What! Jon——"

"Mr. Vijay, can you get out of the way to the left, yes, let's hold her head——"

"Tell me what I should do, it's better to cut off the handcuffs first, she said the hands are uncomfortable, do you have a blanket——"

"But I don't have one," the girl named Jon was taken aback, but she felt much more sober, she touched her whole body, "I really don't—oh—*——"

The eyes of several people were focused on her outstretched hand—the dark red blood stain was particularly eye-catching on her fair hand. Jon rubbed his fingers, then lowered his head and grabbed her velvet black dress , Rubbing it in his hands, a fresh smell of blood suddenly came out.

"*,**—" she said, looking shaky again, and Woody turned his head to call out, but Jon, quick as a patient who had been shot in the thigh, grabbed Woody's arm , using him as a support to take a few steps forward.

"j.j!" she yelled, "j.j—she's hurt—"

But almost everyone yelled or spoke at this time, and Jon's voice was completely drowned in the torrent of various human voices. "Blood loss in the back, *, she must lie on her stomach, it should be a vein, the amount is not large, but I still have a blood bag ready-ma'am, I want to know your blood type, ma'am, ma'am--"

"Cold..."

"Get in the ambulance first, then maintain this posture, Mr. Vijay, I need you to come with me and cooperate with me, 3, 2——"

"Wait, she's got a nosebleed, jesus*ingchrist, j.j, j.j! don't!, j.j!"

"*! The patient is unconscious, turn her back! We need hydraulic clamps, hydraulic clamps! Let the ambulance drive to the door - she throws up, hold her head, be careful, turn her on her side - Call the headquarters, the patient has signs of intracranial hemorrhage, prepare for CT and surgery, repeat, prepare for CT and surgery, the patient has signs of intracranial hemorrhage... the patient has signs of intracranial hemorrhage..."

A burst of urgent and chaotic footsteps, the siren of an ambulance, the rumble of a helicopter and the voices of people in the distance——Woody ran after the ambulance for a few steps, then stopped in a daze, dazzling The lights made his eyes hurt, and at some point, the news helicopter flew close again, and he found himself in the middle of their lights.

"What's going on—what's going on!" Robert yelled into the headset, mixed with the shrill siren of the ambulance and the loud shutter sound, which almost made Woody feel a little dizzy and overwhelmed. Disgusted, he took off the headset, threw it aside casually, looked around at the reporters and bystanders with different expressions, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyelids again.

"*." He said, looking back at the messy hall amidst the buzzing in his ears. "Jesus *ing christ - jesus, *ing, christ..."