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"Ladies and gentlen, this is Linda from NBC bringing you a live report...
Two hours ago, a DEA rapid response team was attacked by unidentified gunn.
The latest news is that there are injuries among the DEA personnel, and... a police officer from our city nad Jack Doyle is missing...
If you see him, please call 911 imdiately!"
Linda is back on the scene again, and this ti her report is quite chaotic.
But you can’t really bla her.
After all, this incident is quite a ss.
Many rumors are flying around, and it’s hard to distinguish truth from falsehood.
As for Doyle’s situation, she can’t see it, but the news broadcast should include a photo of this corrupt cop.
Suddenly, a ssage ca through the earpiece.
"Ladies and gentlen! The latest news is that the brave Captain Hank was shot in the face during the gunfight and his life might be at risk!"
Linda’s performance was quite decent.
...
Under the cover of night.
A car was speeding along Route 66.
This road is very famous, known to Aricans as the Mother Road.
But, this road has had a troubled history.
Due to factors like lack of funds, it was abandoned in the 1980s.
Abandonnt in the United States is quite unique.
They just draw a line on the map and stop marking this road.
Alright, this road no longer exists.
This is really very Arican.
They clearly don’t know the Chinese idiom.
To cover one’s ears while stealing a bell.
Because this matter was handled so disgustingly, so people protested.
Then, a law was established.
Allocating 10 million US Dollars to maintain this road.
million US Dollars sounds like a lot, but for a road running from Los Angeles to Chicago,
it’s just a drop in the ocean.
Now this road is still half-dead.
But many people like to co play on this road.
Either riding motorcycles or driving trucks.
And many among them have a particular mindset.
They want to die near this road.
Yes, this is now the paradise road for Arican suicides.
But now, this car’s speed is very fast.
It doesn’t look like it’s driven by an Arican heading to paradise.
And in the car are a black man and a white man.
"F*ck! You bastard, go faster! Are you a damn bait? Speak!"
Sheriff Doyle is now in a rage.
Though he wasn’t really hurt, just grazed by a stray bullet.
However, Doyle knows he’s finished.
He’s already beco a corrupt cop!
He has no way to explain why he ca to find this Owen.
An excuse like investigating secretly wouldn’t be believed by anyone.
He can only run away.
Fortunately, in the chaos, Doyle was quite smart.
He managed to escape safely.
However, he definitely can’t return to the precinct, nor can he return to San Diego.
Where to go next?
Doyle hasn’t thought of it yet, and right now...
This Owen is definitely a bait!
Doyle realizes he’s been duped, but for now, having Owen has its advantages.
If anything happens, Owen would be his hostage.
But he couldn’t hold back from cursing a bit.
Owen, driving the car, was initially held at gunpoint by Doyle.
By now they’ve been driving far away, and though the gun is still in Doyle’s hand, it’s been lowered.
But facing this cop’s question...
"I’m a high school teacher, I teach kids basketball in my spare ti."
Would this answer satisfy Doyle?
"F*ck! Who’s asking you that stuff!"
Owen continued, "I just want to live an ordinary life, that’s all."
Doyle didn’t notice that the guy’s expression was disturbingly calm.
"I don’t want to hear about that! Who told you to trick ? Was that batch of goods real or fake?"
Owen’s hands on the steering wheel remained very steady.
"The Bloodline Gang ca looking for that day, and I really didn’t want to agree, but they said if I didn’t, they’d co to our school."
So he could only agree.
Doyle understood, but still wasn’t content, "What about the goods?"
"I did whatever they told to do."
Which was as good as not answering.
F*ck!
Doyle, in a fit of rage, pounded the car door with his fist.
After a couple of hits, it seed his ire had subsided a lot.
But suddenly, Doyle felt sothing was off.
His other hand didn’t feel right.
Ah! Where’s my gun?
He turned his head and found the black muzzle of a gun pointed at him.
At so unknown mont, his handgun had fallen into Owen’s hands!
Moreover, the car ca to a stop.
"You..." Doyle was completely stunned at the mont.
It was only now that he realized this high school teacher seed to be no ordinary person.
But it was already too late.
Owen, expressionless and calm as still water, said sothing quite strange.
"This world is full of sin, even God has no place to stand."
After saying that, bang!
The passenger-side window was instantly covered in blood, like sheets of red clouds.
Owen didn’t waste a second shot, he wiped the handgun and then handed it back to Doyle.
This looked like a black cop committing suicide out of guilt.
Then, Owen got out of the car and knelt down before the moon.
He closed his eyes tightly, whispering silently as if in devout prayer,
tears soon flowed from his eyes.
He then stood up and dialed 911.
High school teachers in the United States are not to be ssed with.
...
Bloodline Gang.
Stuff like shrapnel pressing on an artery.
Just clamp the artery nearby with forceps first.
After removing the shrapnel, if the artery is injured, sew it up.
For Zhou Mo Sen, he had already anticipated everything needed for this surgery.
It was definitely a gunshot wound.
Those black market doctors couldn’t handle it, but for him, this surgery was no challenge at all.
Tiger was completely amazed by Zhou Mo Sen’s dical skills.
"Dr. Zhou, you saved my life! God will definitely bless you! You’re such a good person!"
Zhou Mo Sen smiled faintly and even tied a bow while still stitching him up.
"About that thing I ntioned earlier..."
Before Dr. Zhou could finish, Tiger directly promised, "As long as you ask, I’ll definitely do it!"
Zhou Mo Sen pulled down his mask, "I just want to do a business."
Hearing this, Tiger was certain this wasn’t an ordinary business.
Could it be, this doctor wants to get into that kind of stuff?
Of course, Tiger misunderstood.
Zhou Mo Sen knew he had to explain, "There’s sothing called Hyaluronic Acid, it’s very expensive in the United States, but in the distant east, naly my holand, it’s very cheap.
But you know, the United States has this damn FDA organization.
So..."
Tiger instantly understood.
"I got it! Our Bloodline Gang will definitely help Dr. Zhou..."
Zhou Mo Sen emphasized, "I’m doing this for the Arican patients, to save them a lot of money."
Tiger was deeply moved when he heard this, "Dr. Zhou is truly a great doctor! Benevolent and skilled! God bless!"
This made Zhou Mo Sen’s handso face slightly red.
"The plan is simple, have your guys, go to xico to start a company.
Import Hyaluronic Acid from China, then find Old Mo, let them bring it over."
Tiger gave a thumbs up after hearing it.
"This is too easy!"
Zhou Mo Sen understood, he also had to give the Bloodline Gang so benefits.
After all, he couldn’t do this business directly.
And he planned to run this business long-term.
Hyaluronic Acid is too expensive in the United States, one liter costs fifty to sixty thousand US Dollars.
Our Chinese Hyaluronic Acid is very cheap, the price difference is at least twenty to thirty thousand dollars.
The profits in between are huge, also, my costic surgery clinic’s main business is injecting Hyaluronic Acid.
In terms of business volu, this accounts for over 80%.
So, this essentially solves the raw material problem.
It also gives our clinic stronger price competitiveness.
And this business, will probably last until the FDA lifts the import ban.
By then... maybe the money I’ve earned, will be enough to open a large comprehensive hospital.
A blueprint for a large hospital unfolded in Zhou Mo Sen’s mind.
But at this ti, his phone rang.
"Oh, Tiger, we..."
"Dr. Zhou rest assured! From now on, Dr. Zhou’s matters, are Bloodline Gang’s matters!"
This guy was pretty on top of it.
Zhou Mo Sen went out, got into Oden’s car, and then answered the call.
It was Andy calling.
"So late? What’s going on?"
"There’s a critical patient, hoping our clinic can help."
Zhou Mo Sen imdiately thought of a possibility.
Exchanged a glance with Oden, this lawyer also really wanted to laugh.
Then let’s go!
...
San Diego Center Hospital.
Zhou Mo Sen had already put on a white coat, he wore a mask and ca to the patient’s bedside.
"Patient Captain Hank North, was shot in the face by a handgun, causing the left side..."
A doctor was explaining the patient’s condition.
On the hospital bed, Hank was a tough guy, this guy just lightly groaned even with blood all over his face.
Zhou Mo Sen imdiately provided a solution.
"Zygomatic bone reconstruction surgery, proceed right away, afterwards the face will need skin grafting... Is the patient’s arm or inner thigh uninjured?"
Need to take skin from here.
This patient indeed needs treatnt from our plastic surgery departnt.
But no one knew Zhou Mo Sen’s mindset at the mont.
This shootout, I saved people from both sides.
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