When It's Not Black or White, It's Black

Medical Center.

Gunshots rang out from the Operating Room.

Everyone tensed up.

"Lori, did you bring your phone?"

Adam's thoughts raced as he looked at the nurse beside him, Lori.

"I did."

Nurse Lori immediately pulled out her phone.

"Call my number. My number is—"

Ring, ring, ring.

"I have your number, Dr. Duncan."

Before Adam could finish, Nurse Lori had already dialed his number.

"Good. Hold the phone, put it on speaker, and keep the line open."

Adam answered the call and quickly instructed, "Melendez, Carter, report the latest situation at all times. I'll be right back."

"Dr. Duncan, you..."

Carter stared in disbelief at the spot where Adam had already vanished.

"It's dangerous over at the Operating Room. I'm going to take a look."

Adam's voice came through the phone. "Don't worry. Focus on the surgery."

"Yes."

"Be careful, Dr. Duncan."

"Don't worry."

Adam sprinted over, speaking on the phone without losing his breath.

It wasn't that he was trying to show off.

Shorty had basically stabilized the rookie cop's injuries by now. Whether Adam was there to guide him or not made little difference.

But over here in the Operating Room, this so-called god of war had no bottom line at all. He had even cut the power to a hospital just to create chaos.

And now there had been gunfire.

Who knew whether he would go mad with bloodlust and start slaughtering people?

Thinking of what these soldiers had done overseas, Adam didn't dare hold out much hope.

If he lacked the ability, Adam would definitely hide farther away than anyone else.

But now, with his ever-growing strength, speed, endurance, and Bullet Time, he was fully capable of protecting himself.

Under those circumstances, it was only natural for him to rush over and, while ensuring his