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. Lethelp 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 helphandle 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.
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"Cut the crap and hurry up and helpwith 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, | know. Helpto 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. | 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 cthere is no anesthetic in the first aid kit?" Tom said in surprise.
"Con. | can hold it. It's okay."
Karl repeatedly urged, "Hurry up with the stitches. | 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 ssimple 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.
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