Evil against evil live broadcast room

Dr. Thompson heard a knock on the door.

His dog barks.This dog is very nervous, and the slightest sign of trouble can make it fidget.

He was watching JR's live broadcast just now. In order to save someone, JR broke into the warehouse where the underworld gathered alone, and showed his skills to knock them down one by one.Although the quality of the live broadcast was terrible, intermittent due to poor internet speed, and the tear gas thrown by JR made it difficult for the audience to see clearly, the rescue operation still excited Dr. Thompson.

This is not a Hollywood blockbuster, but a real person!It's like being there!He only hated himself for not being able to come to the scene to help JR!

Fighting crimes in the dark, punishing rape and eradicating evil secretly is the dream of every passionate teenager. Dr. Thompson also had a passionate youth, but as he got older, he was gradually tamed and obeyed by the rules of the adult world. Docile, understand that some things should be said and some things should not be said, learn to protect oneself wisely, pursue political correctness, and can no longer speak freely like in the boyhood.

Many people in the hospital are fans of JR, especially the young nurses, who worship him as a superhero in reality.Every time Dr. Thompson sees them peeking at JR's video during working hours, he will reprimand them sternly, and then criticize the chaos and fear that JR's actions have brought to society.

But in private, Dr. Thompson is a diehard JR, and he ranks at the top of the reward list in the live broadcast room.If there are opponents who sneak into the live broadcast room to slander JR, he is often the group of people who rushed to the forefront to defend JR, and those who have been angered by him so far can form a strengthening company.

How could you not support someone like JR!Looking at the poor Emily lying on the hospital bed, and seeing JR's method of punishing that animal adoptive father, I couldn't help applauding!

So is this rescue operation.The Branch's gang got away with hiring unscrupulous litigators and bribed the police and government officials. It was a cancer of the city.Dr. Thompson has long been looking forward to a "doctor" to remove this cancer!

JR's operation went smoothly at first, killing the old Blanche and rescuing the young man who was tortured by Blanche, but after a gunshot, the live broadcast was suddenly interrupted. JR's website has exploded.The worst case scenario is that JR is... No, no, Dr. Thompson can't imagine that kind of ending. JR is lucky and lucky, it will be fine...

A few more troublemakers flooded into the live broadcast room, gloating: "Your JR is finished this time." Dr. Thompson couldn't help spraying back, and just as he was spraying on Xing's head, the doorbell rang.His dog barked wildly.

"Shut up!" he said gruffly to the dog, closed the laptop, and went downstairs to open the door.

He glanced out through the peephole, and the visitor was Raymond, a college student who was volunteering in the hospital.But what about his face?One piece of green and one piece of purple.Was beaten?

Dr. Thompson opened the door: "Raymond, have you gotten into trouble? Who beat you up like this? Come in, I'll call the police for you." After speaking, he felt that it was unnecessary.Raymond came to him instead of going to the hospital because he was injured, obviously not wanting to make a big deal out of it.

Then he noticed that Raymond was holding another man.The man was almost dragged up the steps by Raymond.Dr. Thompson was tall and burly, looking over the shoulders of the two, he saw bloodstains scattered on the steps.

His scalp is numb. "Raymond, what the hell are you doing, I don't want to cause trouble!" He lowered his voice.

Raymond looked like he was about to cry. "Please doctor, he's hurt and he needs treatment."

"I can't..." Dr. Thompson's refusal broke in his throat.

Why is this person so familiar?With dark blond hair, black leather jacket and girdle, and a dagger stuck in his thigh, he believed that it was a wounded soldier who had just been withdrawn from the battlefield.

"My God, no way..." he murmured, "This is...JR?"

Raymond nodded.

Dr. Thompson dragged them into the house, grabbed a cloth frantically, wiped away the blood on the steps, and then looked around guiltily to make sure no one was paying attention to his house and then closed the door.

"Why did you bring JR to my house?!" His voice was like a frightened cat.

"He's injured, doctor," Raymond said, "the bullet is in his body, I won't take it... I know you're a fan of JR, please help him."

Oh no no no no he can't do this, he can't leave this murderer wanted by the police at home, as a model citizen, he should immediately pick up the phone and call the police.But... Dr. Thompson licked his lips.But this scene is simply a scene that only happened in his dreams!The superhero who hides in the shadows and fights crime is seriously injured, and it's up to him to protect him!He is simply Batman's Alfred, Iron Man's Jarvis!

But he couldn't show the joy in his heart, but pretended to be serious and said: "If you want to save his life, you are not allowed to tell me about me, you hear me!"

"I heard." Raymond nodded timidly.

Dr. Thompson found an old bed sheet, spread it on the dining table, and asked Raymond to help JR lie on it.The wound is on the back, which is a bit tricky, but it is not difficult for the talented surgeon Thompson.I have some surgical tools at home, but I didn't expect them to come in handy at this time.

"I don't have an anesthesia needle, so it's going to hurt." He put on rubber gloves.

"It's okay, doctor," JR's voice was weak, sounding like he was sleepwalking, "I can bear it, I have suffered worse injuries than this before."

JR talked to him!Ga! ! !Dr. Thompson was dancing in ecstasy, but kept a cold expression on his face, and said to Raymond: "You are responsible for holding him down. You must press it very firmly, and you can't move it, otherwise you will cut something that shouldn't be cut. You can't blame me."

Raymond immediately pressed hard on JR's back.

Dr. Thompson had never operated under such crude conditions. His friends who were field doctors and Doctors without Borders were amazing.

The operation went well, and he clipped the bullet out and stitched the wound. JR was very strong and didn't say a word the whole time. After the operation, the old bed sheet was completely wet with his sweat.

"It's done," Dr. Thompson said. "You may have a fever for the next few days. I have some prescription anti-inflammatories. Take it. Come to me if it gets worse."

"Thank you, doctor," JR climbed off the dining table with Raymond's support, his knees softened when he landed, and he almost knelt down, "We're leaving right now, you'd better burn the sheets and wipe off your fingerprints, so that the police won't find you you."

"I'm a doctor, and I know how to keep the police from finding evidence." Dr. Thompson took off his gloves. "Do you have a safe place to hide?"

"Uh...to be honest, no."

Dr. Thompson unhooked a key from the hook at the door and threw it to Raymond: "I have a holiday cottage in the Lake District, and I will lend it to you temporarily. If the police accidentally find out, I will blame Raymond , saying he stole the key."

"I'm happy to take the blame." Raymond's eyes were moist.