Super Detective in the Fictional World Chapter 732 - Jennifer Is Shot

Chapter 732: Jennifer Is Shot

The police officers who arrived all knew that one of theirs was under attack and that the situation was critical.
So, when reinforcements arrived, they didn’t waste any time and simply took out their guns, ready to kill all the criminals.
“We’ll charge in together! Only when we complete the job will we get the remaining 80%!” the masked criminal leader roared.
Seeing their boss charge out of the stairwell, the criminals no longer hesitated.
“We’ll charge in together” or “Go and charge in” – these were two different operations, not to mention the boss had mentioned the money!
The seven or eight criminals pulled away slightly. Moving in single file, they charged toward Jennifer’s apartment.
Dustin smiled bitterly and growled into his phone, “Luke, are you coming or not? I’m about to meet God.”
Hearing Dustin shout, Luke cursed inwardly and climbed even faster.
At that moment, he had only reached the third floor!
The criminals finally broke in and started sweeping the apartment with their rifles.
Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!
Four criminals collapsed from headshots.
Luke exerted strength with his left hand, the Glock in his right hand still aimed at the door as he pulled himself up.
The other three criminals subconsciously followed the gunshots.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Their heads exploded as well.
Luke entered the apartment. “Clear! Boss, where are you?”
The bathroom door opened a crack, and Dustin looked out with a face covered in dirt. “If you came any later, you would be collecting my body.”
Luke chuckled. “I’m done here. I’ll go downstairs now… Huh?”
His face changed, and he quickly helped Dustin up and put him aside. He also gave him the Glock and the clips. “Guard the door.”
Dustin was stunned.
Luke walked over to the bathtub and helped Jennifer up.
Jennifer’s back was exposed, and there was a pool of blood.
Dustin gritted his teeth. “Damn it. Jennifer, you were shot!”
Jennifer forced a smile. “It’s fine. It’s just one shot…”
Unfortunately, even though she had been hiding in the bathtub, she had still been hit by a bullet.
Luke, however, turned around and gave Dustin a look. “Call an ambulance!”
Then, he turned around and said with a smile, “Beautiful ladies shouldn’t get hurt.”
Jennifer’s eyes were hazy. “Who are you? Are you the King of Kills detective? I can’t see your face clearly.”
Luke quickly lay her down on the floor and ripped the cloth around the wound, “You must be seeing things because I’m too handsome. Don’t praise me too much!”
Jennifer murmured, “No, but you do look like a boy I had a crush on in high school. He also had black hair and a smiling face…”
Dustin’s heart sank.
It wasn’t that he was jealous.
Luke had blonde hair, and Jennifer was a tight-lipped person.
Saying something like that to a stranger like Luke before the battle was over could only mean one thing: Her consciousness was starting to fade.
And when that happened after being shot, it usually meant massive bleeding.
Luke frowned and took out a pair of rubber gloves from his backpack. “Jennifer, can you talk about the boy?”
He then said to Dustin, “If the ambulance doesn’t arrive in ten minutes, she might die.”
Dustin’s hand shook, and he let off two shots that were aimed outside.
“Boss, don’t waste anymore time. Her liver and blood vessels were nicked. I can only stop the bleeding for now,” Luke said in a low voice.
Dustin quickly took out his phone and dialed a number. “This is Dustin, apartment 2304 on Cicero Street. Do whatever it takes to get an ambulance here in ten minutes. It’s a gunshot wound and bleeding in the liver.”
The other side said a few words, and Dustin roared, “She can’t hold on for much longer, hurry up and send someone over.”
The other side no longer said anything.
It was clearly unwise to argue now.
Every moment wasted was a delay in saving Jennifer’s life.
Luke quickly took out a small bag of first aid supplies and used them on Jennifer.
He only knew how to stop the bleeding temporarily. There was no way he could perform a more professional surgery here; slowing the bleeding was the most he could do.
He took off his gloves and put them in a plastic bag. Carrying Jennifer out of the bathroom, he placed her on the couch in the living room. “I’ll clean up the criminals downstairs so that the paramedics can come get her. Boss, monitor her condition. Call me if anything happens.”
With that, he went out.
Dustin stood guard at the door, but his mind was in a mess when he looked at Jennifer, who was lying on the couch.
As Luke went downstairs, he communicated with Selina and told her to tell the police officers outside the building to open fire.
The remaining criminals were distracted by the intense gunfire, and before they could react, Luke opened fire under the cover of this concentrated firepower.
Before the criminals knew it, they fell one after another.
After reloading the M686 twice, Luke said to Selina in his earpiece, “Okay, tell them to stop. They can come in and clean up the bodies. Don’t block the paramedics’ way later.”
After waiting ten seconds, Luke shouted, “LAPD. You can come in now.”
He stretched out a hand at the top of the stairs and waved his badge. After confirming that there weren’t any jumpy individuals, he walked out and said, “A civilian was shot upstairs and is in critical condition. Clean up the bodies so that they don’t block the stretcher later.”
With that, he went back upstairs.
In Jennifer’s apartment on the fifth floor, Luke checked on her again and asked, “Where are the paramedics?”
Dustin dialed the number again and spoke impatiently before he hung up. “It’ll be at least five minutes.”
Luke frowned.
At this rate, the chances that something would happen to Jennifer were still pretty high. After all, it would still take the ambulance time to return to the hospital.
However, there were emergency blood bags in the ambulance which could make up for Jennifer’s blood loss for the time being.
At that moment, Luke raised his head and looked at the door.
A middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses cautiously stuck his head in. “Excuse me, officers, what happened… Huh, Jennifer?”
Luke looked at the man who cried out in shock and entered the room. “You are?”
“Bruce Banner.” The middle-aged man was a little anxious. “Jennifer, what’s wrong?”
Luke asked, “How do you know Jennifer?”
“She’s my cousin.” When Bruce saw Jennifer’s torn and bloody clothes, his face twisted. “Is she hurt?”
Luke said, “The criminals shot her just now. She’s losing blood quickly.”
“What?” Bruce quickly stepped forward to survey Jennifer’s injury.