Chapter 593 Car accident and unexpected coincidence
Driving his beloved Pontiac Firebird along the East Coast interstate highway, from New York to Virginia Beach, a distance of less than 500 kilometers, it took Jack two days to arrive.
It wasn't that he had any romantic encounters on the road, but that when he was crossing the Chesapeake Bay Bridge, the bridge was closed due to weather conditions, forcing him to stay stuck on the Delmarva Peninsula for an extra day.
The Chesapeake Bay Bridge is a little less than 7 kilometers long, a combination of tunnels and bridges, spanning the entire bay and connecting Norfolk to the Delmarva Peninsula.
As part of Interstate Highway 13, this bridge has a lot of traffic, but it has been rated as one of the most terrifying bridges in the world because of its amazing length and the fact that its bridge is designed to facilitate the passage of ships. The surface height is a full 56 meters from sea level.
According to some rumors, this bridge is said to scare many experienced drivers to the point of weakness, and has even created a driver service. However, when Jack drove onto the bridge, he was disappointed to find that both sides had already replaced The thick concrete isolation barrier completely lost the legendary excitement.
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Virginia Beach is not the name of a beach. It is itself the most famous tourist city in Virginia. The long and gentle coastline creates three beautiful and unique beaches, Seaside Resort Beach, Chesapeake Beach and Sandbridge Beach. .
Jack, who has lived in Los Angeles for several years, would not go out of his way to see the beach, nor would he be interested in so-called ocean view hotels.
Just as he was waiting for the traffic light to turn on his mobile phone, planning to find a hotel close to the base to stay for one night so that he could report early tomorrow, a black Nissan pickup truck behind him made a sharp brake sound and his car The Firebird passed by and hit a red Camry that was passing through the intersection normally.
The red Camry was not going very fast, and the driver's seat was hit right on its side. The front of the car changed direction instantly, and the entire car body was hit by the huge impact and rotated in a circle.
Seeing this scene, Jack had already swiped his finger on the screen, dialed the dial button, and called 911.
After hanging up the alarm call, he opened the door and got out of the car. Instead of stepping forward directly, he first took out a first aid kit from the trunk of the Firebird, and then rushed to the opposite intersection.
The front of the Nissan pickup truck was completely destroyed, and black smoke was already rising. The driver was a black guy with tattoos on his arms. His nosebleeds were caused by the airbag. He just opened the door, and there was a familiar odor. The tangy smell of alcohol hit his face.
Jack dragged this bastard out of the driver's seat, turned him over and handcuffed him to the car door. The handbrake in the car was pulled up. This bastard was not conscious from the beginning to the end.
"We need help here, this lady is stuck inside." At the same time, on the other side, next to the red Camry that was knocked away, an enthusiastic passerby was shouting loudly.
Jack grabbed the first aid kit and ran quickly to the car. The door of the Camry's cab was completely deformed. Inside, a middle-aged white woman in her thirties or forties was covered in blood. She was stuck in the seat and fell into a coma.
"Get out of the way, let me try."
He reached his right hand into the gap of the car door, and held the window with his left hand. He exerted force with his arms at the same time. As the muscles of both arms gradually swelled, the car body made a harsh metal creaking sound.
As the saying goes, strength works wonders. With the eyes of passers-by looking at Superman, Jack forcefully opened the dented car door.
"Well, the connection itself is broken." Jack explained casually, not bothering to care whether the other party believed it or not.
The female owner of the Camry was in a very bad condition. The entire left side of her body from shoulder to hip to left leg was a bloody mess. It seemed that while the car body was deforming, it did not fully absorb the energy generated by the impact.
I don’t know if this female driver, who still seems to have some charm, is unlucky or lucky. Let’s call it unlucky. While driving, she was hit by a drugged and drunk driver, and she hit the driver’s cab.
Call it lucky, the car accident happened right in front of Jack's eyes. Not only did he save his life, he didn't even leave any serious sequelae.
When Jack carefully put her on the ground, the fractures and injuries that needed to be left to the doctor still looked scary, but the internal injuries were gone, and the woman gradually regained consciousness.
"Hey, hey, look at me, what's your name? Can you say your name?" Jack asked, tapping her cheek gently.
"Alanna Alanna Hayes, am I going to die?" Because of the severe pain, the woman couldn't help shaking, and her speech became intermittent.
"You're fine. It's just some fractures. I've checked them out for you. I'm an FBI and have learned first aid. I believe I'll be fine." Jack comforted.
"The notice notifies my husband that he is still at home. The phone is in my bag." A woman named Alanna Hayes breathed hard.
"OK, don't worry, it'll be fine. I'll call him for you right now." Jack left the woman in the care of passers-by, leaned into the car, and found her small bag under the passenger seat.
The screen of the phone was cracked, but it was still usable. He used the woman's fingerprint to unlock the phone. Jack found the word "honey" directly in the call history and called back.
"Hey, honey, why do the TVs at home have so many remote controls? Shouldn't they be one-to-one? I really don't understand these new gadgets. Why are you going home? I'm waiting for your beer."
The phone was connected, and a series of questions came out like a barrage. The voice was quite familiar. After all, whether it was Booth in "Bones" or Jason in "Seal Team", the voice was similar. The original voice was the same. The actor's voice is quite recognizable.
Uh, it can't be such a coincidence, right? The woman he rescued was named Alanna Hayes, and the one who sealed the seal was named Jason Hayes. Could it be that...
Jack subconsciously replied, "Jason? Is that you?"
"It's me, who are you? Why are you using my wife's cell phone?" Jason Hayes' voice suddenly rose an octave when he heard the voice of a strange man coming from his wife's phone.
However, although Jason Hayes and Jack hadn't seen each other for a long time, they had just talked on the phone the day before yesterday about this mission. He quickly reacted and recognized Jack's voice, but this made him even more surprised.
"Jack? Is that you? Why would you."
"I'm Jack, and listen, I just got to Virginia Beach and I got into a car accident downtown. A woman named Alanna Hayes was injured. I'm using her cell phone to contact her family. No. I thought it would be you who answered the phone, so she is your wife?"
Although he had guessed the general situation, Jack still briefly described the process in a way that was easier to understand.
I spent a whole day researching information in order to sort out plot clues and character relationships, and I also had to take care of the baby and do housework. My head is about to explode. This chapter is a bit late today, sorry.
It's almost straightened out. I'll try my best to write big chapters tomorrow.