Chapter 1079 Not Out of Danger

The conditions of this hospital were mediocre in all aspects. Sloan slipped through the ward area without any difficulty, walked through the corridors, looked in from each door, and quickly found a suitable target. The Caucasian girl who was struggling to walk along the wall was close to her in height and build.

"Hi!"

She took the initiative to say hello, "May I come in, please?"

"It was also a car accident? Hehe, come in." The other party looked up, saw the blood on her body and smiled friendlyly: "It's really unlucky, isn't it?"

"Yes...well, excuse me, I want to change my clothes, do you have a change? I can pay for it..."

Sloan took out a delicate metal bill clip from his pocket, on which was a thick stack of brand new twenty dollars folded in half.

"Ha, no need, if you don't mind..."

The Caucasian girl glanced at her obviously expensive professional dress, "I only have clothes for home use, the doctor said to try to wear them comfortably, they are all very old." She hopped back to the locker , took out a large travel bag from the inside, and dumped the clothes inside on the hospital bed.

"It's okay, thank you very much."

In the past, Sloan originally wanted to pick two at random, but faced with a pile of cartoon-style sweaters and cotton sports trousers, he couldn't do it. A Nordic sweater, floral shirt, and blue jeans.

"Ah? You have a good eye." The Caucasian girl didn't know whether it was a sincere compliment or a sly look.

She smiled at the other party, saw several sets of pure cotton underwear that had not been unpacked, picked up the collar of her shirt and looked in, "I insist on paying." Underarm, open the paper clip.

"Need not."

"I insist."

"Okay... that's fine." The Caucasian girl drew out a twenty-dollar bill and waved it as a signal.

She stared blankly at the green rice knife in front of her eyes, and wanted to cry again.

"You can change it here, just close the curtain," said the white girl.

"Okay, thanks...uh, the TV can..."

"You see."

"According to reliable sources, the singer APLUS was shot multiple times and is dying... Before he was shot, he had repeatedly mentioned that someone wanted to assassinate him. The last speech he made on the Internet was to accuse Microsoft President Ballmer, he said Microsoft is suspected of monopoly and abnormal competition, and Ballmer is a person who sells his soul... APLUS currently owns Netscape shares worth 150 million to 200 million...'

While watching the news, she changed the blood-stained clothes and stuffed them into the shopping bag provided by the other party. "It fits well." The Caucasian girl looked at her, gestured with her hands on both sides of her nose and said, "But I need to touch up my makeup."

She smiled wryly, "I will, thank you...then...bye?"

"Bye."

She went out and went to the bathroom again. When she changed her clothes just now, she found that the blood on the watch had been forgotten to be cleaned. Staring at the blood drops that disappeared with the water from the shiny strap of APLUS Song Ya’s Van Cleef & Arpels, she covered her eyes, Hands supporting the sink, falling into memories...

She was discussing the details of tomorrow's recording with Linda and Gordon, when suddenly gunshots rang out from nowhere, and Gordon, the black staff of A+CN and Linda all lay on the ground in an instant, leaving only herself in a daze Standing on the same spot, she saw someone riding a horse rushing towards APLUS who was spreading his arms on the mound. More gunshots sounded, and APLUS's body suddenly trembled, and he ran back with his hands on his neck.

"Are you crazy!?" Linda got up and pressed down on her shoulders, "Lie down!"

Before she fell down, she saw that APLUS also fell headlong into the snow, "NO!!!" Linda yelled in pain in her ear.

The man on horseback rushed to close with a pistol, but was quickly repelled by the old Mike, and the scene was in chaos.

"Bring the car over here! Quick!" Old Mike yelled.

Linda seemed to have fainted, she didn't know where the courage came from, she pushed away the bucket aunt who was pressing on her body, and rushed to the front when the bodyguard drove the car to a nearby stop,

APLUS was on his back, gnawing snow and mud in his mouth, bloodstains were everywhere around his black windbreaker, and he looked dead.

"OMG!" She covered her mouth helplessly, the snow was getting bigger and bigger, and her eyes were fascinated with tears.

"First aid kit!"

Old Mike groped on APLUS while shouting, the bodyguard took out the first aid items from the trunk, and the two of them got APLUS into the car together after a simple handling, "Go down! Catch those cowboys, and then go see Mawota and the others. What's the matter!" Old Mike yelled at the bodyguard like crazy again.

"Sloan, you hold him here, and here. Come up, don't be like a scared little girl!"

She quickly got into the open back door and followed the old Mike's command. She saw the old Mike biting the bandage while speeding the car to treat the wound on his arm...

No, it wasn't when she was recalling, she took a deep breath, took out the small cosmetic box in her pocket and quickly touched up her makeup, then smacked her big red lips in front of the mirror, hooked off the excess lipstick at the corner of her mouth with her little finger, and neatly combed her hair. Hurry back to the door of the emergency center.

A large number of police officers have come to guard here. Many uniformed police officers are leaning against the wall drinking coffee, while the plainclothes serious crime detectives are busy passing through.

"How's the situation?" She walked up to Goodman and Hamlin who were talking to a plainclothes detective.

"Not out of danger yet."

Goodman shook his head solemnly, and looked her up and down at the same time as Hamlin.

"What's up?"

She blocks out the cartoon reindeer on the sweater.

"No no……"

"Hey! What's that, old man!"

At this moment, the inspector yelled at Old Mike, and the two APLUS bodyguards who rushed over from the scene were handing some film to him, and the inspector spotted them with his sharp eyes, "Is that a photo from the scene?"

Old Mike rolled his eyes and ignored him, put the film in his pocket, and Hamlin pushed the inspector's chest with his hand, "He will cooperate with the police, subject to our lawyer's confirmation."

That means not giving it to us? "Vampire!" The inspector couldn't do anything about cursing, so he had to ask the bodyguard to record a statement.

"Sloan, help me get my speech."

Hamlin beckoned her to the outside window. The helicopter of the TV station had been chased away by the hospital and was flying away. There were police cars and groups of reporters outside the building. The police officers lined up a thin line of defense. , pushing them to the side of the road and dredging traffic.

"Aren't you waiting for the doctor to come out?" Sloan asked.

"The doctor said the operation would take a long time..." Hamlin paused, "A long time..." he replied.

The two discussed the wording for a while, "Sloan! Sloan!" Goodman called her again, "Do you know him?" Pointing to a panicked white man in a suit who had just been allowed in, he asked, "He said He's from CNA Insurance."

"Yes."

Sloan looked at the other party and nodded to confirm, "Where's your supervisor? Usually he comes over..."

"He had a heart attack after receiving the call, and he is probably in the hospital now." The CNA insurance company replied with a bitter face.

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