Los Angeles.
St. Bonaventure Hospital of San Jose.
An ambulance sped over.
"What happened?"
Adam's eyes flickered as he stepped forward.
Now that he was Chief of Surgery, aside from major operations, whenever the emergency department notified him that a severely injured patient was incoming, he liked to personally oversee the resuscitation.
All the hospital's resources revolved around him.
That made treating patients, saving lives, and increasing Lifespan more efficient.
"Toby Rubenfield, twenty-six. He was hit while crossing the street. The driver fled the scene..."
The paramedic shook his head, indicating that he was beyond saving.
"It was him."
After theatrically stepping up to examine him, Adam declared him dead.
"The Chief knows him?"
The paramedic was startled and looked at Adam uneasily.
"We met once."
Adam reassured him. "He was an assistant researcher at Caltech's particle physics laboratory. He hung out with some of my friends once."
"I see."
Seeing that Adam had no intention of blaming him for failing to save the patient, the paramedic relaxed, though he still hurried to distance himself from responsibility.
"By the time we arrived, he was already gone. The bystanders said he'd been hit by a group of Street Racers..."
"Mm."
Adam nodded. Looking at Leo's still-open, terrified eyes beneath his yellow hair, he sighed. "Damn Street Racers!"
"Yeah, damn Street Racers!"
The paramedic echoed with a sigh.
Adam gave the dead yellow-haired Leo another look, called someone over to hand the body over to the LAPD later, then left.
Naturally, it had not been such a simple accident.
Although little dick Tim was the main culprit, this yellow-haired Leo had used his hacking skills to directly cause the torture and murder of quite a few women.
If someone like him were arrested, then given the habits of law enforcement agencies like