Chapter 224 Who Paid the Price for Whom
Alexander's crew was brutal, and the leaders, Robert and Eric, were tight with Andrew. So, in just two minutes, the three unlucky officers were down for the count, either twitching or knocked out cold on the ground.
Alexander, not exactly nimble, couldn't take on the sheriff head-on, so he used his iron cane to bash the sheriff's head in.
In the snow, the sheriff, all bloody, rolled around. Just as he tried to get up, he got kicked back down, looking like a beaten stray dog.
"You guys are gonna get sued for this. I'm definitely reporting you to Superintendent Longridge!" the sheriff yelled, clutching his head.
Sweating, Alexander poked the sheriff with his cane and said, "Take him away and send him back to Pine City."
"Damn it, just kill him," John said, filled with a rage he couldn't describe, and stomped on the sheriff's head a few more times.
"Is it okay to send him away?" Eric whispered to Alexander, "Will it make things tough for Samuel?"
"No, send him away," Alexander said firmly, pointing at the sheriff on the ground and cursing, "If anything happens to Andrew or Xavier, I'll make sure you die in Pine City."
"Take him away," Robert waved to the guys behind him.
Twenty minutes later.
Alexander and his crew were back in the hospital corridor just as Samuel's phone rang.
"Hello?" Samuel answered, looking stone-faced.
"Samuel, this is Owen Long, Superintendent of Peaceful District. I want to ask why you..." the voice on the other end started.
"Cut the crap!" Samuel snapped, "We arrested the suspect Jessica, who named your sheriff as taking bribes and conspiring with them to lure our officer Andrew to Taytown."
The other side was stunned.
"Why? Wait until the police inspector comes for you tomorrow, then you'll know why," Samuel added.
"Even if he's a suspect, we should be the ones to interrogate him. What right do you have to arrest him?" Owen shouted.
"Use your brain. Jessica and Adam's case happened in Pine City. Since your sheriff was involved, he's an accomplice, and I have the right to detain him for questioning in Pine City. And I suspect he's just a small fish; I need to dig deeper into this," Samuel shouted back, "If you have any complaints, report them to headquarters. I'm done talking to you."
With that, Samuel hung up.
In the corridor, everyone looked at the visibly upset Samuel, not daring to say a word.
A long night passed.
The next morning, around nine, Samuel and Alexander, who hadn't slept a wink, were about to ask the sergeant about the situation when the emergency room door opened.
"Doctor, how's Andrew?" Samuel rushed over to ask.
"He's alive and out of danger," the doctor replied softly.
Hearing this, Samuel's face lit up with a smile, "That's good."
Just then, a nurse came running up from downstairs, shouting, "Doctor, the other surgery is also over."
"How is it?" the military doctor asked.
"Not good. The patient, Xavier, took a severe blow to the back of the head, and his right ear is bleeding heavily. He's currently in a coma," the nurse reported softly, "The deputy director initially judged that even if his life is saved, he might have a risk of cerebral palsy, and his recovery rate is about sixty percent."
"What do you mean?" John stepped forward, "What do you mean by sixty percent? Will he become a vegetable?"
"Most likely not a vegetable," the military doctor shook his head and explained, "A sixty percent recovery rate means his speech and hearing might be affected. But this is just an initial judgment; we'll need to observe his recovery over time."
John was stunned, "So, he's basically screwed?"
Everyone fell silent.
"Doctor, is there any other way to help this kid?" Samuel asked urgently, "Even if it means transferring him to a better hospital, I'll cover the costs."
"Our deputy director is very skilled in neurology. If he made this judgment, I doubt transferring hospitals will make much difference," the military doctor responded tactfully, "Longridge Military Hospital is one of the top three in the district."
Hearing this, Samuel looked helplessly at Alexander and said, "You go handle things. If you need anything, let me know."
Alexander felt a deep sense of frustration. Since joining the police department, Xavier, John, and Matthew had been his biggest supporters. But now, one was in jail, and another had a severe head injury.
Alexander wanted to protect his close friends, but he was still too weak. In many situations, he couldn't even ensure his own safety, let alone protect others.
Police officers, gangsters, and those struggling on the streets, despite their different identities, walked the same dangerous path. They all lived precariously, engaged in the most hazardous professions, and could lose their lives at any moment. Even someone like Andrew, with a strong background, almost died.
Everyone had their moments of hanging by a thread. While sympathizing with Xavier, they also pitied themselves, anxious about the future.
Near noon, in the study of the Smith family in the suburbs of Pine City.
An elderly man with white hair, wearing loose clothes and glasses, was looking at a tablet.
On the opposite sofa, William was fiddling with a tea set and said softly, "Mr. Smith, the tea is ready."
Elijah Smith picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said, "Jessica knows quite a lot."
"She was caught, which is hard to handle," William responded immediately.
Elijah looked up and smiled at William, "Are you thirty yet?"
"No... no," William shook his head after a moment of surprise.
"Then you're better than Adam and Terry were at your age," Elijah commented softly, "When they were your age, they didn't have any goals or achievements."
"Mr. Smith, please don't kid me," William said, pouring more tea.
"Jessica's loose tongue will make things more difficult," Elijah pointed at William and instructed, "But since she's been caught, she can't die before the interrogation. Think of a way."
"I'll do my best, Mr. Smith," William nodded.
"By the way, what about Adam's nephew?" Elijah asked.
William was momentarily stunned and then replied, "I understand."
"Good," Elijah nodded, "You go ahead. I'll take a nap."
Near the Taytown living village in Longridge.
A pitiful young man, ragged and injured, stumbled into a mountain cabin, shouting for help, "Is anyone there... please... give me some water, I beg you."
An old man and a young man came out of the cabin.
The pitiful man was overjoyed and immediately ran forward, pleading, "Sir, please give me some water."
The young man and the old man exchanged a glance, their eyes instantly locking onto the watch on the man's wrist and the ring on his left hand.
Sensing something was wrong, the young man immediately took a few steps back.
Half an hour later.
The pitiful man, now wearing only thin long johns, bare-chested and barefoot, walked in the snow.
After a long time, the pitiful man, frozen and exhausted, collapsed to the ground, his pupils slightly dilated as he muttered, "Is there a good person left in this world?"
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