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Upon hearing this, Karen felt a pang in her heart.

Her maternal instinct to feel sorry for Li Ang surged up again.

After finally managing to stop Detective Miller's bleeding, Leon wiped the blood off his hands, looked up, and asked Karen:

"Miss Karen, could you do me a favor?"

Karen blurted out instinctively:

"Of course, let alone just a favor, I'll do anything you want me to do!"

As soon as she said it, she realized that her tone was too ambiguous, like that of a lovestruck little girl.

It was only then that she belatedly realized what was happening.

Why did I feel so happy kissing Li Ang just now?

He was still just a student, but I was a grown-up police officer.

Could it be that she had already harbored feelings for Li Ang deep down?

Or is this simply the suspension bridge effect, a result of the combined effects of hormones and adrenaline?

Karen felt her face burning and quickly tried to cover it up:

"Um, I mean... you saved me and Commander Miller, you know, I owe you a huge favor."

Li Ang didn't reply, but instead smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the lips again.

Karen let out a soft moan.

To her surprise, despite being mentally prepared, she still didn't dodge Li Ang's kiss again.

Not only did she not dodge, but her fingers even instinctively grabbed the hem of Li Ang's shirt, responding to Li Ang even more passionately.

Soon, their lips parted.

Karen, held in Leon's arms, lowered her head in shame and said embarrassedly:

"What do you need my help with?"

Li Ang released Karen and smiled slightly:

"Can I borrow your phone?"

"what?"

Karen looked up, somewhat bewildered, and asked:

"Borrow my phone? What do you need a phone for?"

Li Ang's eyes widened, and he said matter-of-factly:

"Call an ambulance. Do you expect me to carry Officer Miller out? His injuries are so severe; if he gets jostled on the way, his wounds might reopen, and the consequences could be disastrous."

"But there's no signal here..."

Li Ang reached out and gently poked Karen's forehead with his finger, a smirk playing on his lips as he teased:

"Silly girl, I'm fast enough, I can just run to the platform and fight there, right?"

Karen thought about it and agreed, then struggled to get up:

"I'll go, Li Ang. You've already done so much, thank you so much."

"No, I'm going, you still have to keep an eye on Officer Miller."

Li Ang pressed down on her shoulder and reminded her:

"Don't forget, we're still in that dangerous rat hole. The crisis isn't completely over yet. What if that old black man has accomplices sneaking over? You're a police officer, you need to stay here and keep watch."

Karen blushed, thinking to herself that she was usually quite opinionated.

Why is it that my IQ seems to drop offline when it comes to crucial moments?

Surprisingly, Karen didn't reject the feeling of being completely arranged by Li Ang.

This feeling is inexplicably comforting, and even a little addictive.

She obediently took out a Motorola keypad phone and handed it over.

Li Ang took the phone, thanked him, and turned to run quickly towards the exit of the passage.

Once on the platform, the signal indicator on my phone indeed returned to full four bars, instead of being empty in flight mode.

Li Ang immediately dialed 911.

Unlike China's multi-number emergency telephone system.

China's emergency numbers are divided into 110 (police), 119 (fire), 120 (ambulance), and 122 (traffic).

Citizens need to select their own numbers to make the calls, and each platform handles the calls independently while also coordinating with other departments.

In the United States, 911 is a nationally unified emergency number.

Citizens call 911 whether they need to call the police, fire department, or ambulance.

The operators at the unified dispatch center will automatically locate the case based on the reported details and directly transfer the appropriate department to the scene.

After Li Ang dialed 911, perhaps because it was so late, the receiver rang three or four times before the other end answered.

After the call was connected, there was the sound of crunching potato chips in the background.

A middle-aged woman's voice, drawn out in a long, drawn-out tone, slowly said:

"911, how can I help you?"

Li Ang coughed lightly, speaking rapidly but clearly:

"Hello, there's been a gunfight here. An NYPD detective has been shot and is in critical condition. The location is in the Morris Heights neighborhood of the Bronx, in the underground pedestrian passage east of the Jerome Avenue subway station. I need an ambulance immediately!"

However, Li Ang's urgency did not seem to move the operator on the other end of the phone.

The sound of the operator chewing potato chips continued on the other end of the line.

The middle-aged woman asked casually:

"Another shooting? Okay, may I ask if this was a shootout between police officers or a dispute between civilians? What caused it?"

"Hey, what's with that tone? The NYPD could have asked those questions on the spot!"

Li Ang suppressed his anger and emphasized:

"I need you to send an ambulance right now with blood plasma to save a seriously injured detective who has lost too much blood, instead of wasting time eating potato chips and asking irrelevant questions!"

"OK, OK, we completely understand. Please stay calm, little one."

Although the middle-aged woman spoke politely, her tone suddenly turned contemptuous.

Even the sound of chewing potato chips became louder:

"We have received your report and will proceed according to procedure. Now, please provide your name and home address."

"Also, I want to remind you, young man, intentionally dialing 911 to falsely report an emergency is a criminal offense under New York State law. Even if you are a minor, you could face felony charges. Are you sure you want to continue reporting this?"

Fuck you!

Li Ang's eyes turned cold as he said, enunciating each word clearly:

"Listen, fat woman, the seriously wounded man who was shot is Michael Miller, a senior detective in the Bronx!"

"If he dies because of your delay, I will report my 911 call tonight to the NYPD. I believe they will easily obtain the recording of that call, and then you will bear significant responsibility for Detective Miller's death!"

"I believe the NYPD will absolutely sue you and the dispatch center behind you, seeking damages that will bankrupt you and ensure you spend the rest of your life homeless and living on the streets!"

The chewing sounds on the other end of the phone abruptly stopped.

The operator was visibly startled, and her breathing became rapid.

"You...no, sir, you may have misunderstood me..."

Li Ang directly interrupted the operator's explanation, stating in an unquestionable manner:

"I don't want to hear your bullshit explanations, I just want to hear the emergency response announcements from your dispatch center, now, immediately!"

After a brief silence, the ear-piercing scraping sound of a chair being dragged immediately came through the microphone.

Immediately afterwards, an urgent dispatch announcement burst from the background:

"Attention all units, station 3 has received a report of a police officer who has been shot and is bleeding heavily. The location is in the Morris Heights neighborhood, in the underground pedestrian passage east of Jerome Avenue subway station. Highest priority response! Repeat! Highest priority response!"

Having heard the information he wanted, Li Ang lost interest in arguing with that idiot operator and hung up the phone directly.

Avoiding the gaze of passersby, he secretly went to a row of green lockers in the corner of the subway station, inserted coins, and randomly opened one.

Li Ang then quickly took off his bulletproof vest and the Glock pistol hidden in his lower back, stuffed them together with the spare magazines into the locker, and locked it with a "click".

Only after doing all this did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.