Chapter 671

Meanwhile.

The SWAT team had now arrived the location Joyce had previously

sent them — the abandoned concrete pipes at the end of the 7th

Avenue.

At the entrance, a SWAT team member with a gun was standing guard

to ensure their safety.

Tom searched through those concrete pipes and soon found the

thickest one. He poked his body in to check it out and sure enough Karl

was huddled up and sitting right inside.

"Captain, Captain!" Tom rushed forward to shake Karl and asked

anxiously.

"Hmm."

Karl's breath was weak. He had almost fallen asleep earlier and he had

to force himself to stay awake.

"Great, you're still alive. Let me help you out.”

Tom then carefully helped Karl out.

Karl was shot in his abdomen. When he saw it, he didn't dare to carry

Karl on his back for fear that that might make his wound even worse, so

he just supported Karl with his shoulder to the car.

Another SWAT team member rushed forward to help and together they

lifted Karl into the rear seat.

The car they drove here was more spacious.

Tom told Karl to lie down, "Captain, you've been shot, I'm taking you to

the hospital now. Your wound needs immediate treatment.”

"Wait."

Karl suddenly pressed Tom's shoulder, “You help me handle it briefly.

Do you have any medicine in the car? You should have brought that

along with you."

"Yes, there is. But you are injured. What do you want to do if you are

not going to the hospital ..." Tom sounded worried and he had no idea

what Karl wanted to do.

Karl was hit by a large-bore 7.62 bullet, and he’s been bleeding. The

cloth tied around his abdomen was soaked with blood.

"Cut the crap and hurry up and help me with it. We don't have time."

Karl looked anxious, and his whitened lips trembled gently.

"Good."

Tom rushed to the trunk to get a special first aid Kit.

As a SWAT, they were quite good at basic first aid as well as wound

treatment.

Tom ripped open the cloth wrapped around Karl's abdomen and used

scissors to cut open the blood-stained shirt to reveal the spot where he

had been shot.

"So there is more than one shot, you were shot twice."

Tom whimpered, reached out and wiped his forehead. He marveled at

how Karl had endured the pain and if it were him, he might have

passed out long ago.

Fortunately, the bullets hit the abdomen, otherwise, after such a blood

loss, he might have long been dead.

"Hmm, I know. Help me to simply stitch up and stop the bleeding. By

the way, has the communication system been restored?" Karl asked as

he endure the pain.

“It's back up. I got the signal just now. Before we came, the technical

department had been repairing it." Another detective replied.

"Stitch up the wound now? Although we have got the tools, the bullets

have not been removed, and they will have to cut open your wound to

get the bullets when you get to the hospital.”

"And ... how come there is no anesthetic in the first aid kit?" Tom said

in surprise.

"Come on. I can hold it. It's okay."

Karl repeatedly urged, "Hurry up with the stitches. I have to direct the

operation now. Franklin can't handle it."

"Okay."

After Tom cleaned the wound, he did a good job disinfecting it and

started doing some simple stitching, which he would never give himself

without anesthetic.

His eyebrows furrowed. It hurt to just think about it.

"Here we go then, Captain. Hold on."

He then held his breath, and stabbed the first needle in.

"Hiss."

Karl gasped lowly, his expression twisted in pain as he fought back the

pain, almost snapping his teeth.

Tom was sweating profusely from his stitches and his back was almost

soaked.

Karl was not a SWAT, but his endurance was marvelous.