Chapter 204 Condensed Chicken Soup

As the manager of the winery, Gin was extremely familiar with the streets, alleys, above and below ground. He quickly drove the two of them to a secluded place.

I don’t know what company’s abandoned garage it is, but it’s very close to the morgue.

I don’t know how long this place has been abandoned. The walls are peeling off everywhere, spider webs are densely packed all around, and bats seem to be inhabiting the corners of the roof.

But Gin turned a blind eye to this, he would wait here to pick up the two of them.

The avenging angel who had put on the mail armor seemed a little uncomfortable, but Su Ming quickly dragged him and climbed up a nearby building with a hook from outside the wall.

By jumping between buildings and rooftops, they quickly reached the roof of the Forensic Center.

Looking at the endless flow of vehicles and people at his feet, the Avenging Angel had to admit that he did like this condescending feeling.

He felt that he was no longer ordinary and that he had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders. The breeze mixed with car exhaust in the city always made him feel that he still had a long way to go.

But Su Ming had already used the God Killer to tear down the door from the rooftop to the bottom. The sound of steel twisting and exploding brought the doctor back to reality...

"Are you going to fight?"

There was a look of surprise behind Holloway's eyepatch. He always carried the eyepatch and weapons given to him by the Two-Gunmen, so the green steel helmet Su Ming prepared for him was not used.

"Of course, otherwise do you still need me to contact the White House to apply for a license?" Su Ming turned around and said a cold joke: "By the way, the two guns in your hand are also unregistered firearms..."

Little did he know that the doctor was even more convinced of his original thoughts.

Yes, they have a lot of authority. No matter what you do, someone will clean up the mess, so you can just follow.

The doctor didn't speak anymore and just made a gesture of invitation.

So Su Ming started his performance.

As a forensic center in New York City, this kind of place always has police on duty, so Su Ming's plan is very simple, which is to first find the police, knock them unconscious, and then cut off all means of contact with the outside world.

Then he guarded the entrance and exit, leaving the Avenging Angel half an hour for him to conduct a comprehensive autopsy. It would be best to determine the specific time of death, or where the 'Phantom Bullet' had been during his lifetime.

If there are tiny grains of salt on his body, it means that he may have been to the seaside before his death; if there is coal on his feet, then he may have been to a power station or a heating place before his death; if there are other identifiable chemical components, the same can be said. Learn the trajectory of his actions.

When people pass by a place, they must leave traces. Unless Barry can still come to Marvel, even if Quicksilver appears decades in advance, he will leave footprints wherever he walks.

.............

The plan went smoothly. When the police saw the legendary demon appearing in front of them, they were put down without even having time to react.

Their quality was far inferior to those of the military police a few days ago. Su Ming didn't even use a stick and did everything with his bare hands.

After occupying the security room and cutting off all telephone lines, there was no closed-circuit surveillance in this era, so there was almost no sound, and the building fell under the control of the death knell.

"Well, it went much smoother than I thought. No one even noticed us."

Su Ming threw the unconscious policemen into the utility room, locked the door, and casually crushed the key into a small ball and threw it aside.

The ones who beat people and show up are all death knells. The doctor still cherishes his feathers, so he only wears them from a distance and hides them in the corner of the corridor.

Hearing Deathstroke talking to him, the doctor shrugged. He had already seen that Deathstroke had clearly spared his hand. The injuries of these policemen were not serious, and the two of them had about an hour to act.

This time is very generous. For him, autopsy is much easier than operating on a living person.

The pale lights in the corridor illuminated the two masked men, who were walking quietly towards the cold basement.

This is the morgue. Bodies sent from various branches in New York are here. Forensic doctors will conduct autopsies on them. Of course, don't expect this process to be very fast.

During the war years, many people who knew something about medicine went to the front line, leaving only a few old men here who couldn't even hold a scalpel steadily.

After capturing several old forensic doctors, Su Ming also found a house to lock them up. Later, he found the body of Phantom Bullet based on the mortuary records.

The body that was just delivered this morning, before the autopsy had time, is now in a large iron cabinet not far away.

Anonymous without a name.

That's all the information on the cabinet.

After entering the morgue, Holloway seemed quite silent. He put on rubber gloves and picked up the forensic toolbox and experimental equipment.

Su Ming exerted force on his wrist, and the huge drawer was pulled out. The body with several bloody holes in its chest was already stiff, and it just looked at the two of them quietly.

The cold made Holloway sigh.

He reached out and took off the mask of 'Phantom Bullet'.

What can Su Ming say? In this era, many people do not have the concept of body armor, so if they choose to wear a mask, they must expect to die one day.

Phantom Bomb only had a white T-shirt with a flying bullet painted on it. However, the pattern was now completely soaked in blood and turned into a bloody bullet.

Holloway took off the blindfold of the corpse, but the person in front of him made him a little dazed. He arranged the corpse's hair with his hands and carefully identified the pale face.

"I know him."

"Acquaintance?" Su Ming leaned against the cabinet nearby, took off his helmet and smoked.

"No, but I know him. He is a reporter. His name is Hul Pisas... He is a reporter for the Daily Bugle who specializes in reporting on my deeds."

Holloway pressed the corpse's shoulders. The thick shoulders were now also cold.

He turned to look at Su Ming, with a look of pain on his face. Although he was not familiar with the deceased, the death of a hero made him feel as if he had lost his limbs.

He still remembers this young man, holding a camera, asking questions and taking pictures of the bank robber he defeated.

That was the first time he went out to fight as a masked hero.

"Sir, what shall we call you for defeating these dangerous villains?"

"I... am the avenging angel." Holloway, under the mask, said his code name for the first time.

"Do you have anything to say to the citizens?" The young reporter saw that he was about to leave and immediately asked.

"Everyone can be a hero and a good person, they just lack the courage." Holloway replied with a smile to the reporter, who also made the photo and his words appear on the front page.

From then on, every time he appeared to fight crime, reporter Hu Er was always the first person to arrive. He admired him, and this could be seen in his eyes.

.............

Holloway can't even imagine now. Did his words inspire the reporter, or did he indirectly kill him?

At that time, I just hoped that everyone would do more good deeds, instead of letting everyone mask themselves and take to the streets to act as heroes.

"Doctor?" Su Ming came over with a cigarette in his mouth and lowered his head to look at the body: "I can probably guess what you are thinking. You blame yourself for his death. But in fact, he was wearing When you put on a mask, you must have made your own decision in your heart. Admiration or yearning for others will not make a person masked and fight to the death with the enemy in the dark."

"You mean?" Holloway looked at Su Ming.

"He did not die for anyone, but for his own ideals and beliefs. This has nothing to do with anyone. If you feel that your words influenced him and asked him to die, you are actually insulting the deceased. A heart of justice.”

After so many years, Su Ming has become more and more skilled in the business of pouring chicken soup to others. Now he must quickly help Holloway get back into shape while he is still waiting for the autopsy results.

Holloway was stunned for a moment. He had to admit that Deathstroke was right. He didn't expect that he couldn't see it as clearly as the government scavenger.

"You are right, he died for our common cause, and I will now find out the cause of his death and avenge him."

"Use the knife quickly and let this hero show us the way for the last time."

Su Ming encouraged Holloway with a serious expression, but he also remembered one of the weaknesses of the avenging angel. In addition to his love of drinking, this man also had a craving for concentrated chicken soup.

Another Barry-type nice guy...so nice.