US police: outlaws

One or two blows, in just a second it was as if six blows were thrown, hitting the prisoner so hard he screamed and ran back.

Ignoring the other party's escape, Li Yisen dragged a man in a prison guard uniform out of the room and quickly closed the door.

The tension made him breathe rapidly. Fortunately, a large number of prisoners did not rush out, otherwise the two of them would have become hostages as well.

Sean, equally tense, looked at the unconscious policeman.

"Ethan, he didn't..."

Lee Esen interrupted the other person.

"Chase him! Chase after the escaped prisoner! We can't let him cause trouble in other areas. Leave the first-aid kit behind."

"ah?"

"Go quickly."

"oh oh."

Sean chased after them with a riot shield and a fork, leaving Ethan Lee to perform first aid alone, but he had to notify the front desk via walkie-talkie first.

"A police officer in Team T391 is seriously injured. I am receiving emergency treatment. The door is closed and the prisoner cannot escape."

"Received. We've contacted the hospital, and prison medical personnel are on their way. You'd better stay at the entrance and wait for the riot police to arrive."

"Logan is being held hostage inside; the prisoner has a knife."

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, followed by a reply a few seconds later, presumably from consulting a superior.

"You can act according to the circumstances."

Li Yisen put the walkie-talkie back and began to examine the wounds of the injured person, quickly determining their location.

"His lung was stabbed, and the knife..."

He sensed something was wrong. Coupled with the fact that Logan was being held hostage, it meant that two knives had somehow appeared in the prison without anyone noticing. How could this be? It was hard to imagine that Central Prison would make such a serious oversight.

There was no time for him to think about the problem; his hands moved without the slightest hesitation.

The knife was not removed, leaving the blood vessel temporarily blocked. Otherwise, removing it could lead to massive bleeding or worsening of pneumothorax, at which point there would be no hope of recovery.

Next, press around the wound and cover it with multiple layers of gauze dressing. Keep the injured person in a semi-recumbent position to reduce pressure on the healthy lung.

Lee Ethan removed his blood-stained rubber gloves and peered into the activity room through the narrow glass partition of the door.

He noticed that several prisoners inside were also looking at him, and many prisoners were watching from their own cell doors.

The Latino man in the lead stared intently at the policeman who had ruined his plans. He never imagined that in just a few seconds of distraction, the door he had finally managed to open would be slammed shut again.

The enraged man picked up Logan, whose buttocks were injured, again, held a knife to his neck, and roared.

"Open the door, or I'll kill him."

Lee Esen remained silent; opening the gate was out of the question.

"Open the door now, or I'll really kill him."

The blade sliced ​​through the policeman's skin, and drops of blood trickled down.

"Open the door."

Lee Ethan's hand gripping the doorknob was sweaty; the few minutes waiting for the riot police felt like an eternity. Logan's pain was clearly visible, but he didn't beg for mercy.

The next second, Lee Ethan's pupils contracted slightly, because the prisoner actually slit Logan's throat in public, and blood gushed out.

How could this be? Does this Latino man have a death wish? Doesn't he know how serious a crime it is to kill a police officer? How dare he do that?

The eyes of Latin American men are filled with madness.

"Hahaha, it's all because you wouldn't open the door that this damn cop died."

Lee Esen's eyes turned extremely gloomy. His friend had been publicly slit in the throat, and anger burned in his heart, especially the prisoner's crazed smile, which was extremely offensive.

Just then, the prison guards who were supposed to be chasing the fugitive Sean returned, and he wasn't alone; there were also two guards from the next area, one of whom, a 50-year-old second-class officer, was the highest-ranking of the four.

(County police officers are divided into three levels: probationary officers have no shoulder insignia, first-level officers have a single diagonal bar on their shoulder insignia, second-level senior officers have a double diagonal bar on their shoulder insignia, and above that is the pinnacle of junior officers, senior officers (also called senior deputy law enforcement officers), and above that is the superintendent, the command level of the police force.)

"What's the situation now?"

When Li Yisen explained the situation, everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

The old policeman pressed for an answer.

Are you sure it was 30 seconds ago?

Li Yisen realized why the other party asked about the time, so he proposed a solution.

"Yes, I suggest forming a team of four to rescue them."

The old policeman thought for a few seconds and nodded. They were all armed, and there were only a few prisoners causing the disturbance inside.

Just as the throat was slit, the prisoners who had been watching were scared back to their cells. A few of the instigators wanted to die, but the others didn't want to be caught in the crossfire.

Most importantly, if the throat is slit less than a minute ago, there is still a chance to save the patient. If three more minutes are wasted, the golden four-minute window will be missed, and then it will be too late to save the patient.

(If first aid is started within 4 minutes, the chance of survival is 40%)

Another young policeman felt unlucky, wondering why they didn't just die. Unfortunately, his instructor had already decided to save them, and he had no choice but to intervene.

The door to the activity room was opened, and the two youngest police officers were at the back holding restraint forks, while in front of them were Lee Ethan and an older police officer holding stun guns and riot shields, both of whom were wearing stab-proof vests.

"Everyone, get back to your rooms."

"Go back, go back, go back."

The shouts of the four police officers caused all the ordinary prisoners to retreat back to their cells, leaving only three prisoners to confront the police, two of whom appeared hesitant.

The two sides quickly closed to within ten meters, and Lee Esen fired without hesitation.

The electrified wire of the Taser shot out and hit one of the people. The intense electric shock instantly knocked the person down, and the body went from convulsing to stiffening and falling to the ground.

The veteran officer was taken aback by the decisive action, and then fired as well, but unfortunately missed.

Even so, it frightened the other person, who fled back to his cell, leaving only one person remaining.

"ah....."

The Latin American prisoner, instead of being intimidated, roared and lunged at the police, his knife piercing the shield.

"bite"

The next second, Li Yisen had already raised his baton and swung it at the other man's head, his strike carrying murderous intent.

"Bang"

After the blow, the Latin American prisoner swayed a few times and could still make a sound before falling unconscious and convulsing.

"..."

The two new recruits behind him were dumbfounded. The veteran policeman knew at a glance that the prisoner was likely in grave danger, but as the temporary captain, he couldn't let his teammates risk their lives to save a prisoner.

"Take Logan out of here."

"Yes."

The two men, shields in hand, slowly retreated while keeping an eye on the other prisoners, while the other two men took Logan away, pressing on his throat wound the whole way.

The door closed again quickly, and Lee Ethan threw away his weapon and took over the first aid from the two men. He had been among the top scorers in first aid at the police academy.

Apply quick pressure to the neck wound with a tourniquet to slow down arterial bleeding. Then wrap the bandage around the wound close to the heart and apply pressure towards the cervical spine.

An elderly policeman nearby reported to the headquarters.

"This is Officer XXX. Our team, T391, was attacked by criminals. We have subdued and brought them to their knees. One of the criminals suffered a severe head injury and requires medical assistance."

"Support will be on its way soon, please wait a moment."

The veteran police officer estimated that the prisoner might not be able to be saved. The unconsciousness he had just experienced was clearly due to the expansion of the subdural hematoma, which might have caused a brain hemorrhage. This young man was really ruthless.

The older policeman looked at the young officer who was still providing emergency care; Old Jack had really taken on a good trainee.

Soon, a riot police team of 30 people arrived at the scene, fully armed and even equipped with gas masks. They quickly organized themselves and went in to suppress the prisoners, even though no one was causing trouble anymore.

Medical personnel also took the injured away. Logan had a chance of survival with the help of others, but the Latin American prisoner was dead.

The riot wasn't particularly large; one police officer was seriously injured and one prisoner died.

But something strange was going on: where did the prisoner get two knives? And why did the prison guard, who should have been outside, recklessly rush in to rescue the prisoner? Finally, why did the prisoner disregard everything and slit the policeman's throat, even though it didn't benefit him?

Lee Ethan was also quite puzzled, but now he was going to meet the deputy commander, who was comparable to a police superintendent and was one of the second-in-commands of the central prison, in charge of the ordinary prisoners area.

Police ranks in America are generally divided into constable, superintendent, inspector, commissioner, and sergeant. Of course, the laws vary from state to state, so the police agencies also differ.