184: Chapter 182: Racing Against Death 184: Chapter 182: Racing Against Death After kicking Torrey Gandyman off the aircraft, Simon immediately turned to Gao Yang and yelled, “Talking hurts like hell right now, so I’ll keep it short, thank you!”
Simon’s effort was in vain because he found that Gao Yang had already closed his eyes, his head tilted and resting motionlessly against the seat.
After a moment of shock, Simon turned to Bob, who was sitting beside Gao Yang, and asked, “When did he pass out?”
Bob gave a wry smile with an expression of helplessness and said, “While you were rambling, probably when you were declaring Torrey bankrupt.”
Looking at the unconscious Gao Yang, Simon fell silent for a moment, then shouted again at Gao Yang, “Thank you, I am grateful to you for the rest of my life, whether you can hear me now or not.”
Bob said timidly, “Sorry, Simon, I think it’s not just about him fainting.
Although it’s hard to say, do you think…
do you think he might be dead?
Look at the wound on his leg, I think he’s lost too much blood.”
Simon was horrified.
He immediately pressed his hand on the side of Gao Yang’s neck, but he felt no pulse.
Then Simon lowered his head to check the wound on Gao Yang’s leg, after which he sat down abruptly on the deck of the cabin.
After staring blankly at Gao Yang for a moment, Simon suddenly pointed at Li Jinfang and roared, “You damn idiots!
You pigs!
Don’t you know how to use a tourniquet?
Are you carrying tourniquets just to tie a butterfly knot on your head?
And you, Bob, couldn’t you stop the bleeding while you were babbling?
Even pigs are smarter than you, you damn pigs, and me, I’m a fucking moron, worse than dog shit, why am I wasting my words, why am I cursing at you!
Why didn’t I notice Gao’s injury sooner, we’re all damned pigs, we killed Gao, we idiots killed him!”
After Simon’s outburst, nobody got angry; everyone was stunned by his words.
Li Jinfang rushed to Gao Yang’s side and said with a trembling voice, “Impossible, how could Brother Yang die?
He wasn’t hit in a major blood vessel, I thought his bleeding wasn’t that severe.”
Cui Bo grew anxious too.
He climbed from the hatch to Gao Yang’s side and said shakily, “F**k, Brother Yang, please don’t scare me like this.
Dying here would be a joke, what the hell is this?
Toad, you tell me what the hell is going on!”
Glolov also leaned over from the back row of seats, saying urgently, “I can confirm Gao wasn’t hot in an artery, his injury shouldn’t be fatal.
Damn, we all overlooked it; he kept moving vigorously, and his blood loss didn’t match his wound.
We really should have stopped to bandage him.
God, I’m damned!”
Several people crowded around Gao Yang when Frank stayed calm and said, “Move aside, let the expert handle this.”
After pressing on Gao Yang’s neck for a while, Frank said gravely, “Don’t get too worked up, apply a tourniquet on him.
If Ram loses any more blood, he will truly die.”
Simon exclaimed anxiously, “But I couldn’t feel his pulse!”
“The pulse is very faint and irregular, but it’s there.
You just didn’t feel it.
Besides, Gao’s injury is definitely not to a major artery; otherwise he would have died long ago.
Apply the tourniquet, he can still be saved if he receives a blood transfusion within ten minutes.
Trust the expert.”
After Frank’s few words, Simon immediately shouted, “National Bird, fly over the border as fast as possible, leave the rest to me!”
Jacklan hesitated, “Is it possible?”
Simon said urgently, “Trust me, don’t mind anything else, fly to San Diego, to where there’s a hospital!
It’s about two lives now, whether for Destin or Gao Yang, we have to take the risk.
Let’s steal time from the grim reaper, National Bird.”
Jacklan yelled, “F**k, let’s gamble, guys, start praying!”
As Simon spoke, he was also dialing Morgan on a satellite phone, and as soon as Morgan answered, Simon immediately said, “Morgan, Bob has been rescued, but Gao and Destin are both close to death.
They must receive treatment within ten minutes.
We are heading for San Diego, get the rest sorted out.”
Morgan hung up immediately, while Simon sat there watching as several people applied a tourniquet to Gao Yang’s thigh, the atmosphere in the cabin growing extremely tense for a moment.
In the silence, Glolov suddenly said, “If Gao dies, I will hate myself for the rest of my life, and perhaps Yelena will hate me too.”
Li Jinfang said in a hoarse voice, “We were careless, Brother Yang’s injury wasn’t that serious.
If we had tended to his bleeding earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this.”
Simon shook his head and said, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you just now.
I just, I just can’t take it, losing two brothers in a row, I lost control of my emotions.
I’m sorry, I know this isn’t really your fault, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.
Sorry, I got too emotional, I need to calm down, sorry.”
Cui Bo, however, proclaimed with conviction, “Enough, stop pitying yourselves, Brother Yang will be fine.
He’s got a hell of a lucky streak.
From what I know of him, this guy just loves to give us all a scare, then pop up out of nowhere alive and kicking.
Trust me, if he can survive a plane crash, these injuries aren’t going to kill him.
By the way, how come there’s no word from Frey?”
Li Jinfang sighed and said, “He’s passed out, has been for a while.
He’s lost a lot of blood too, but mainly it’s the pain that knocked him out.
A bullet lodged in the crevice of his bone.
The kid endured all the leaping about, but once he got on the plane, the pain knocked him out cold.”
Bob let out a long sigh and said despondently, “Guys, I’m the one who dragged you all into this mess.
I’m sorry, really sorry.
I feel terrible for causing so many of you to get hurt, and there’s a chance, a chance that Gao and Simon’s brother might…”
Bob couldn’t bring himself to say the word “die,” and it was right then when Jacklan shouted, “We’ve crossed the border, guys, get ready for any emergencies.
I’ll try to fly as close to the ground as possible to avoid radar detection, but I don’t think we’ll manage to stay undetected for long!”
No sooner had Jacklan finished speaking than a voice came through the helicopter’s radio.
“This is the National Guard.
You have entered United States airspace.
State your intentions immediately and land for inspection.
I repeat, land immediately for inspection, or you will be shot down.”
Receiving the warning just after crossing the border, there was no longer any point in flying low.
Jacklan immediately increased altitude, which also increased their speed slightly.
Then screaming into the helicopter’s radio, he said, “This is the CIA, we have a critical situation, we have injured onboard, we must get to a hospital now.
I repeat, urgent situation, we’re on our way to a hospital.”
Jacklan was making it up as he went along, hoping it would buy them more time.
Simon gave Jacklan a thumbs up, signaling that he had given the correct response.
“National Guard issuing a second warning to the unidentified aircraft.
Land immediately for inspection or you will be shot down.
If you are CIA, report your operation code for verification.
Respond immediately, or we will consider your aircraft a hostile target and shoot it down.”
Jacklan bellowed, “Damn it, everyone who knows the operation code is almost fucking dead.
I’m flying the damn chopper, how am I supposed to look up the code!
Can’t you send a jet to follow us?
Take us to the nearest major hospital, you assholes!”
Jacklan’s spur-of-the-moment rant seemed to have some effect.
The National Guard’s next communication came two minutes later.
However, their tone was even more forceful than before, as the helicopter was nearing a densely populated area.
“Warning unidentified aircraft, land immediately or report your operation code, or you will be shot down instantly.
Repeat, land or report your operation code, or you will face immediate action!”
At this critical moment, the satellite phone in Simon’s hand finally rang.
After answering and listening to just one sentence, he grabbed the microphone of the helicopter’s radio and shouted, “Operation code, C-1145-B5V1, do you need me to repeat?”
“Please repeat and make it clear!”
Exasperated, Simon handed the satellite phone and the radio microphone to Bob, who, after a quick listen, promptly repeated the operation code that Simon hadn’t made clear.
“Special flight code confirmed, welcome home, gentlemen.
Do you need any assistance?”
Hearing the voice on the radio, Bob felt nearly faint with relief.
He loudly replied, “We desperately need assistance.
Please direct us to the nearest major hospital and arrange emergency treatment.
We have severely injured personnel suffering from major blood loss, multiple casualties.
Please contact the hospital, for God’s sake, help us!
We’re running out of time!”
“Happy to assist.
Follow the guided route, and we will have someone contact the hospital.
Good luck, and God bless you all.”
The National Guard began to guide Jacklan along the route, a great help for him who was completely unfamiliar with the terrain.
Thanks to the special flight code that Morgan managed to procure swiftly, the National Guard believed Jacklan and Simon’s exchange, and not only called off any suspicion but also helped them get to a hospital as quickly as possible.
In flight, Bob also informed the National Guard of the type of blood plasma they needed, making sure to check the blood type of each member of the team – it was the very basic of team cooperation.
When Jacklan, following the National Guard’s directions, finally landed on the hospital’s helipad, a team of doctors with medical beds had already been waiting by the pad.
As soon as the helicopter touched down, they swarmed around it, carrying each person off and, once they’d identified the blood type required, immediately started transfusions and rushed them to the operating room.
It was a good thing that the National Guard had informed the hospital that members of the CIA had been injured during a special operation and requested urgent, confidential medical assistance.
This prepped the medical staff psychologically.
Otherwise, they would have been shocked to see a bunch of gunshot-wounded patients, a chopper full of rifles and pistols, and the aircraft arriving from Mexico — they might have mistaken Gao Yang and his crew for terrorists.
(To be continued.
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