You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

This location is on the outermost edge of the ruins formed by the collapse of the entire building.

Leon slung his gun behind his back, took a deep breath, gripped the edge of the floorboard with both hands, and unleashed his full strength attribute of 15 points, forcefully flipping the cement slab, which weighed several hundred kilograms, aside.

Leon understood the reason why this person could fall from a tall building without being smashed into a pulp the moment he lifted the stone slab.

The person was originally behind a load-bearing column on the third floor. When the building collapsed from bottom to top, the floors were crushed together.

The corner of the load-bearing pillar where he hid happened to form a narrow triangle of life.

The building's collapse generated a tremendous outward force, pushing the triangular section of the floor slab debris directly towards the outer edge of the building.

Therefore, he was not crushed in the very center of the thousands of tons of rubble, but was thrown to the outer edge, covered only by a shallow layer of construction debris.

As the dust settled, a man's body was revealed underneath.

Lyon looked down at him, sizing him up.

The four-eyed night vision goggles that he used to wear on his face had been discarded before, and it was unknown where they were buried now, revealing the man's true face.

This was a white man in his thirties, his face covered in dust and congealed blood.

His injuries were extremely severe, reaching a point of utter devastation.

Although the so-called triangle of life saved his head and torso from being directly crushed, his lower body was being pressed down by a load-bearing beam with thick threaded steel bars.

His left thigh was completely smashed into a bloody pulp, and the white, broken femur pierced through the fabric of his tactical pants, exposing it to the air.

Dark red blood was pooling into a small puddle beneath him.

Moreover, his chest cavity was severely deformed due to the intense compression, and several broken ribs had most likely pierced his lungs.

This caused blood foam with pink hues to gush from his mouth with every breath.

This guy is beyond saving; he's just clinging to his last breath thanks to the superhuman physical abilities and survival instincts of a special forces soldier.

Leon raised his gun again, pressing the muzzle directly against Ghost's forehead.

For Leon, now that they've found this killer who isn't quite dead, they have to seize the opportunity to interrogate him as soon as possible.

These people are here to kill him; this is definitely not over. He won't be able to sleep with one eye open until he uncovers the employer and supplier behind them.

After confirming that the guy posed no threat of retaliation or detonating the Glorious Thunder, and that he was on the verge of dying from blood loss and internal organ rupture, Leon coldly spoke:

"Who hired you to kill me?"

"Hurry up and tell me everything you know, and I might give you a quick death so you don't suffer too much and bleed to death here."

The ghost lay in the pile of rubble, its chest heaving violently, its eyes somewhat unfocused.

He struggled to turn his eyes, looking at the dark muzzle of the gun and then at Leon's expressionless face.

He did not immediately respond to Lyon's pressing questions.

An aura of despondency and death emanated from him.

Ghost was well aware of his physical condition: a ruptured aorta, a perforated lung, and complete necrosis of his lower body. Even if he were immediately taken to the best emergency room in the United States, he would definitely not survive.

It's all over.

The two remained silent for a few seconds at the edge of the smoke-filled ruins.

Suddenly, a glint of light flashed in the ghost's cloudy eyes. He seemed to remember something important, and his broken body, which had been waiting to die, trembled violently.

"If...cough cough..."

The ghost coughed up a mouthful of blood, his weak voice sounding unusually hoarse due to the leaky lungs:

"If I tell you everything I know... could you... do me a favor?"

Leon frowned slightly, his gun barrel remaining motionless: "What kind of help? Tell me."

"My sister..."

The ghost stared intently at Leon and said haltingly:

"Her name is Sarah, and she's at St. Mary's Nursing Home in Seattle's East Side... She has severe cystic fibrosis, and her lungs are failing her..."

He coughed up blood and foam as he struggled to recount his past.

He and his sister were orphans who grew up in foster homes. The American foster care system was terrible; they were either beaten or starved, and the two barely survived to adulthood by relying on each other.

In order to secure the generous enlistment bonus promised by the U.S. military, and the military medical insurance that supposedly covered the entire family, Ghost didn't hesitate to sign a contract and join the Army Rangers.

He was then sent to the Middle East and Afghanistan, fighting for the Pentagon's bigwigs amidst piles of corpses.

"I thought... that if I got medical insurance... I could save her..."