“Don’t ask questions like that in a place like this. If you really want proof, I can give you my home address—then you’ll see for yourself whether I’m capable or not.” David Harris didn’t care whether she was a firecracker or not; David Harris moved quickly, and his verbal retort was even sharper. With this method, at the very least, he could keep this person going for another hour or so. This was already the limit of what David Harris could do right now. If surgery couldn’t be performed after an hour, then this person would almost certainly die.

　　Molly White’s fists were about to fly, but when she saw the wound on Nina King’s neck, she froze. Although blood was still oozing from there, the flow had slowed considerably—slower even than when she was pressing on it herself. And Nina King now looked like a sleeping child, calm and peaceful, which greatly helped him.

　　Only now did Lily White take another look at David Harris, who was dressed in a police uniform. Could this kid really have some real skills? But if he truly had skills, why would he end up here as a medical officer—a job that had become synonymous with disgrace? Then she remembered what he’d just said and immediately felt a surge of anger. If this were any other time, she wouldn’t be called Lily White if she didn’t beat him so badly he’d have to stay in the hospital for half a month.

　　At this moment, David Harris had already done everything he could and looked up to see Lily White glaring at him.

　　“Don’t just stand there—press here. Call me if anything happens. I’m going to check on the other person.” As David Harris spoke, he directly grabbed Lily White’s hand and placed her thumb on the Zhongfu acupoint. In fact, whether she pressed it now or not didn’t make much difference; David Harris had already used Xuanqi energy to help control the acupoints in that area, and the necessary medicine had been administered. The rest was just a race against time. But David Harris realized that if he didn’t give Lily White something to do, she might do something reckless.

　　Sure enough, as soon as David Harris said this, Lily White immediately pressed down on Nina King’s Zhongfu acupoint very seriously.

　　David Harris then got up and went to check on the other officer. This officer hadn’t been shot; it was obvious he’d been beaten, with many wounds all over his body. Blood was coming from his nostrils and ears, his face was swollen, and he had multiple fractures. After a quick examination, David Harris found that although the officer had many injuries, they were all caused by ordinary people—there were no fatal wounds. Still, he treated the wounds carefully, set some bones, checked for internal injuries, and handled everything in a professional manner.

　　In fact, at this moment, David Harris was already thinking about how to solve the problem. That guy named Jason Scott was inside with his men. This guy was very experienced, and he hadn’t said much so far. Was he waiting for something?

　　David Harris just did what he needed to do, completely unaffected by the surrounding environment. This scene had already caught the attention of Jason Scott and his group.

　　Meanwhile, in the temporary command center on the fourth floor, Mark Miller had just finished a call with the mayor, reporting the situation here. John Mason quickly walked up to him: “Director Miller, things just got complicated. The city bureau has already contacted the ministry, and it’s now confirmed that this Jason Scott isn’t just an ordinary wanted criminal. He… he’s the perpetrator of the Huajia family massacre from a few years ago, wanted for years, and classified as an S-class fugitive.”

　　“S-class… snap…” As Mark Miller spoke, his phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, but he didn’t even notice. Mark Miller knew very well what it meant for a fugitive to be classified at a level not shown during normal wanted notices. S-class fugitives were not people that ordinary armed police could handle. How could he be an S-class fugitive? And how could an S-class fugitive end up in the tiny detention room of the Anyang District Police Substation? Plus, a reckless medical officer had rushed in—now things were truly out of control.

Chapter 10: Gunfire

　　“Director Miller, I’ve heard friends mention this S-class before, but I’m not really clear on what it means. Is there something special about S-class?” Seeing Mark Miller so shaken, John Mason knew this was serious trouble.

　　Taking the phone that John Mason picked up, Mark Miller pressed his temples hard. “It’s not really a big secret; you just never worked in criminal investigation, so you don’t know. Any fugitive who’s beyond the normal scope is classified as S-class. There are three levels and six grades within S-class. Even though S-class is the lowest of these, it’s still not something ordinary people can handle. Usually, these criminals are dealt with by specialized departments. I never expected them to show up here today—this is a huge problem.”

　　Mark Miller paced back and forth a few times, then started making more calls. This situation was already beyond what the Anyang substation could handle; someone from higher up had to be sent over.

　　……

　　At this moment, Jason Scott was using his energy to heal himself. Although he’d noticed David Harris’s unusual behavior, he was still very confident. He just instructed the three men who’d come to rescue him—the Chang family brothers—to keep a close eye on David Harris.

　　“How is he?” Lily White anxiously asked when she saw David Harris approaching.