The operating room was filled with smoke and chaos.
The lights came on.
Kate turned them on.
She was still alive, but at this moment, she was trembling all over.
This was a normal reaction, not a big deal.
"Mohsen? Mohsen?"
She gently called out twice, and finally, someone by the operating table stood up.
"Phew~ that was close."
Zhou Mo Sen let out a long breath; it had indeed been risky before, but he had no other choice.
This was probably the weirdest surgery he’d ever performed in his life.
Roughly speaking, it’s not too early to say that.
This surgery wasn’t to save someone, it might even harm someone.
Zhou Mo Sen originally didn’t plan to do it, but he also didn’t want to just die as soon as he got here.
So.
You die, I live!
Honestly, the moment this thought came to mind.
Zhou Mo Sen felt his belief as a doctor was shaken.
But at this point, he really had no other choice.
So, he set the plan in motion.
Artery blood pressure monitoring was the ambush, then pinching the tube to deceive the machine.
But he had to first complete the bullet extraction surgery.
Only in this way could he fool Monroe.
Although Monroe was just a guest anesthesiologist.
And, he was prone to nervousness.
But he wasn’t a fool.
Only when the bullet extraction was done would Monroe think that the blood pressure changes might be due to some complications.
Then he’d keep administering pressor medications.
With so many pressor drugs added, that arm was like a high-pressure water gun.
When it came time to pull the tube, Zhou Mo Sen had absolute confidence he could blind the short guy.
But, up until this point, he’d only managed to deal with one enemy.
The next key step was having Kate turn off the lights.
Actually, this was to deal with that scarred neck.
And the reason for all of this...
"What on earth happened? Why did they shoot each other?"
Kate came over, her legs shaking, and her voice was too.
Zhou Mo Sen wasn’t in a hurry to explain, "Don’t rush, let’s figure out the situation first."
What did this situation refer to?
Kate immediately understood, and she quickly started checking the people on the ground.
Monroe... dead, several holes in him still bleeding.
The drug lord... dead, dying under anesthesia was a cheap way to go.
The short guy... lying on the ground, two guns by his hand, with blood spreading underneath him.
Zhou Mo Sen walked up to him and looked down with disdain.
The short guy wasn’t quite dead, but from his constant coughing and the foamy blood coming from his mouth, it was clear.
Shot in the lung, he wouldn’t live long.
Zhou Mo Sen squatted down, took off his mask, and said to this tall man:
"Bet you didn’t think, that mute could talk."
The mute could talk?
What did that mean?
Kate immediately looked towards the scarred neck, this extremely vicious guy, guns in both hands, a Desert Eagle, and a ’pistol.’
She didn’t know it was actually an M10.
The scarred neck was in a strange posture.
Neither squatting nor lying down, more like...
Suddenly, the scarred neck’s body shifted a bit.
The little girl crawled out from underneath him.
Turned out, this guy was protecting the little girl.
Kate covered her mouth, and for a moment she seemed to understand a lot, but also didn’t understand much.
At least, the scarred neck protected the little girl.
This...
Could these people have a special story?
The little girl was indeed unharmed.
But she immediately did something unexpected.
She picked up that briefcase and presented it to Zhou Mo Sen as if offering a tribute.
Opened it to see.
It was full of hundred-dollar green tickets!
At least a million!
Kate also came over, and she naturally saw this scene too.
Utterly shocked.
Looking at Zhou Mo Sen, Zhou Mo Sen also looked at her.
"We’ll call the police later."
After speaking, he took the briefcase.
While the little girl turned and ran out.
Kate immediately understood, calling the police later, that short guy would be completely dead, and the little girl would escape further.
At this moment, she absolutely agreed with this decision.
Then, Zhou Mo Sen did something that greatly surprised Kate.
He reopened the briefcase and handed it to Kate.
The meaning was clear.
You take it!
But if she took the money, then...
Kate inexplicably felt dirty.
No, no, wait a second.
Dirty how? This was clearly clean US Dollar!
They should just make up a story with Zhou Mo Sen to deal with the police.
This thing was all Monroe’s fault, the bastard, they were scared.
Taking some US Dollar to make up for the emotional trauma.
In less than a second, Kate began to take the money stack by stack.
But, she was still very curious.
"What’s going on here?"
Zhou Mo Sen didn’t answer, just pulled out something.
A bullet.
...
In the fish tank, a few beautiful tropical fish swam around.
Opposite it was a rather large oil painting.
It was clear that these fish were living quite well.
Eating fish food while admiring famous paintings.
The sudden sound of the door opening made them scramble away at high speed!
Two people in police uniforms walked in.
"So, they’re having internal conflicts?"
"Seems like it."
"But why the infighting? They’re here for surgery, what does that say?"
"It’s indeed strange, we need to continue investigating."
"Don’t you find anything stranger?"
"Huh? What?"
"Isn’t that box a bit too large?"
"Oh! Right, over twenty thousand US Dollars don’t need such a big box... I get it, money, there’s excess money! Where could it be?"
"What do you think?"
"Could it be in this room? Isn’t that Monroe the owner here?"
"Then where exactly?"
"Hey, there’s a safe here."
"You think it’s hidden here?"
"Let’s open it and see."
"Do you have a way?"
"A lot of people like to use birthdays as passwords, this Monroe is... Hey! It’s open... F*ck! Just a little notebook."
"Hahaha... put it back, this thing is worthless."
The notebook was put back, and the safe was closed again.
"Then we..."
"Don’t rush, this affair must be controlled, we can’t let the DEA get involved, understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
The two policemen went out, closing the door with a bang.
The tropical fish in the tank were once again startled and swam around.
...
The police station.
"Someone put a gun to my head! What else could I do?!"
Zhou Mo Sen seemed very impatient, and his voice was inevitably a bit loud.
The policeman frowned but said nothing.
Zhou Mo Sen and Kate were brought to the police station, they cooperated fully to finish the statement, but now they weren’t allowed to leave.
It had already been at least three hours!
They were doctors, they were taxpayers.
They were the bread and butter of these police officers.
Throwing a little tantrum was only rightful.
In fact, this was the result of Zhou Mo Sen and Kate’s earlier discussion.
Kate put it well: showing a moderate amount of frustration would be more genuine.
Indeed, her skills as a psychologist finally came in handy.
Not only that, they put all the blame for what happened in the operating room on Monroe.
Of course, they did.
The police viewed them as very cooperative.
During the statement, they were very polite.
Exactly fitting their identities.
But being kept for so long without being allowed to leave, they indeed had the right to get mad.
Just then, a policeman came in.
He was a middle-aged Black man, his hair and beard carefully groomed.
He briefly introduced himself as Jack Doyle.
He was the person in charge of this case, at the rank of sheriff.
The English word for sheriff is ’sergeant.’
In Hong Kong movies, you’ll hear the term ’sergeant,’ it’s this.
Sheriff Doyle first chatted casually with Zhou Mo Sen and Carter for a bit before getting to the main topic.
"What’s with that little girl? How did she disappear?"
Zhou Mo Sen and Kate didn’t hide anything about the little girl.
They just hid a few million green tickets.
Small matter.
They both shook their heads.
"I was scared and fainted at the time."
"I was hiding behind the operating table, you-know that spot, I couldn’t see the door at all."
Perfect, very perfect.
Sheriff Doyle frowned at this answer, seemingly unsatisfied, but then suddenly smiled.
"Sorry for wasting your rest time, doctors, you can go home now."
What happened?
Previously Zhou Mo Sen kept emphasizing he had a gun to his head, right?
Then collect evidence.
He had trace amounts of gunpowder residue on his forehead, matching exactly the shape of a gun muzzle found on the scene.
This was enough to prove his innocence.
Did Zhou Mo Sen think of this?
He just washed his hands, didn’t wash his face.
Actually, Sheriff Doyle had already received the gunpowder residue report, but he really wanted to ask more questions.
But without a good reason.
Watching the two doctors leave, the smile on Sheriff Doyle’s face gradually disappeared.
His face replaced by a frown, with a slight coldness in his eyes.
If those tropical fish in Monroe’s office saw it.
They’d probably be startled again.
Fortunately, their memory should only last seven seconds.