Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 1

Wu Li Wu Li Wu Li--

Under the bustling neon lights, the traffic was dodging one after another. The red and blue police lights escorted the ambulance as it sped over and then stopped suddenly with a sharp friction sound. The open space in front of the emergency building instantly turned into a pot of oil. Dozens of criminal police roared and rushed out of the car. Well-trained medical staff rushed forward with an emergency bed and a stretcher stained with blood. Next.

"Hello everyone, this is the xx news platform. According to the latest news, our provincial police and border armed police have launched a fierce gun battle with a group of cross-border armed drug lords. The highway has been blocked. Now we are in front of the emergency passage of the Municipal People's Hospital. ......oops!"

The female reporter screamed, staggered, and her microphone fell to the ground with a crash. But before the photographer could help him, he was pushed away by the police: "Damn, why are the media running so fast? What are you filming?" Stop shooting!"

The photographer was squeezed to the ground: "We have the right to report news..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the head nurse who shouted hoarsely: "The injured person lost too much blood! Not enough whole blood! Notify the blood room to prepare emergency blood!"

"The situation is very dangerous, the blood pressure is still falling!!"

"Prepare for celiac arteriography, hurry, hurry, hurry!!"

...

The surroundings were boiling. At this moment, the dean himself was seen rushing out of the duty room with his clothes on. He took three steps at a time and caught up with him. Before he could stand firm, he was grabbed by someone: "--Director Feng?!"

The dignified city police chief has never been so embarrassed. His usually meticulous gray hair is spread out, his police uniform is covered with dark red blood, and his reading glasses are cracked in half. The director is frightened when he sees this: "Director Feng, you are like this yes......"

"We must rescue him at all costs." The old director's fingernails were full of black blood and mud. He clutched the dean's hand tightly, panting and trembling violently: "This man has been lying in wait on our secret front for twelve years. ...Twelve years! You must rescue him for me, otherwise, otherwise--!"

The director's heart tightened at the bloody words of the old leader. At this moment, he suddenly heard a sharp voice not far away: "Doctor, the doctor is not good!"

The panicked ending was full of ominous words, and Director Feng suddenly turned around.

The focus of all eyes was on the emergency bed. The unimaginable pain caused the young man to raise his upper body with all his strength, as if he wanted to grab the last glimmer of life from the void, but his throat was held down by the withered claws of the god of death. His whole body was in convulsions, his handsome face was distorted, and his chest collapsed due to the sudden loss of breath; he was unconscious, his veins were knotted, and blood continued to flow from his chest, abdomen, and limbs. Even the nurse who desperately tried to hold him down was soaked in bright red. .

The female reporter watched helplessly, forgetting even the struggle. The truly tragic scene made her mind go blank.

The man caught by death looked very young and even good-looking. He is very different from the hero image commonly used in media propaganda. Perhaps because of his appearance, he even looks a little handsome, but in any case he does not seem to be at an age where he can be sacrificed at the point of a gun.

"Heartbeat 140 beats per minute, blood pressure 75-45..."

"The blood oxygen saturation dropped to 75%!"