Gin, as the steward of the distillery, is very familiar with the streets and alleys, above and below ground, and he quickly drove the two to a hidden place.
I don't know what company's abandoned garage is, but it's very close to the morgue.
I don't know how long it has been abandoned, the walls are mottled and peeled off everywhere, the cobwebs are dense all around, and the corners of the roof seem to be inhabited by bats.
Gin turned a blind eye to this, though, and he would wait here to pick up the two.
The avenging angel who had changed into chain mail seemed a little uncomfortable, but Su Ming quickly dragged him from outside the wall and climbed up to a nearby building with a hook.
By jumping from building to rooftop, they quickly reached the roof of the Forensic Center.
Looking at the endless crowd of vehicles under his feet, the avenging angel had to admit that he did like this condescending feeling a little.
Feeling that he is no longer ordinary, and the responsibility on his shoulders, the breeze of the city mixed with car exhaust fumes, makes him always feel that he has a long way to go.
But Su Ming had already used the God Killer to open the rooftop to the middle at this time "You're going to fight?"
A look of surprise appeared behind Holleway's blindfold, he always carried the blindfold and weapons handed to him by the Twin Spearman, so the green steel helmet that Su Ming had prepared for him did not come in handy.
"Of course, do you want me to contact the White House for a permit?"
Su Ming turned his head and said a cold joke: "By the way, the two guns in your hand are also unregistered firearms."
As everyone knows, the doctor is more convinced of the original thoughts.
Yes, people have a lot of authority, and someone will clean up the mess whatever they like, just follow it yourself.
The doctor stopped talking, just made a gesture of please.
So Su Ming started his own performance.
As a forensic center in New York City, there are police on duty in this direction, so Su Ming's plan is also very simple, which is to find the police first, knock them out, and then cut off all means of contact with the outside world.
Then he guarded the passage himself, leaving the avenging angel half an hour for him to perform a full autopsy, preferably to determine the exact time of death, or where the Phantom Bullet had been.
If he had tiny grains of salt on him, he may have been to the beach before he died.
If he had coal on his feet, he probably had been to a power station or a place to heat the heat during his lifetime.
If there are other chemical components that can be identified, it will also be possible to know his trajectory.
When people pass through a place, they will inevitably leave traces, unless that guy from Barry can still run to Marvel, otherwise even if Quicksilver appears decades in advance, the place he walks will leave footprints.
The plan went well, and the police saw the legendary demon appear in front of them, and they were put down before they even had time to react.
Their quality is far worse than those gendarmes a few days ago, Su Ming doesn't even use a stick, and he can handle everything with his bare hands.
Having occupied the security room, cutting all the telephone lines, and there was no CCTV in this era, there was almost no sound at all, and the building fell under the control of the death knell.
"Well, it went so much better than I thought it would, and no one even noticed us."
Su Ming threw all the unconscious policemen into the utility room, locked the door, and casually pinched the key into a small ball and threw it aside.
Those who beat people and show up are all death knells, and the doctor still cherishes feathers, that is, they are far away, and they have been hiding around the corner of the corridor.
Hearing Death Knell talking to him, the doctor shrugged his shoulders, he could already see that Death Knell was obviously left behind, these policemen were not seriously injured, and the two of them had about an hour to move.
This is a lot of time, and for him, an autopsy is much easier than operating on a living person.
The white light in the hallway illuminated the two masked men, who were quietly walking towards the cold basement.
This is the morgue, where the bodies sent by the New York precincts are located, and where the medical examiner will perform the autopsy, but don't expect the process to be fast.
During the war years, many people who knew some medicine went to the front, and only a few old men were left here, and they couldn't even hold a scalpel steadily.
After capturing a few old forensic doctors, Su Ming also found a house to lock them up, and then found the body of Phantom Bullet according to the mortuary records.
The body that was just delivered this morning, before it had time to be autopsied, was 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, Holiday was silent, put on rubber gloves, and picked up the forensic doctor's toolbox and experimental equipment.
Su Ming's wrist exerted force, and the huge drawer was dragged out, and the corpse with several blood holes in his chest was already stiff, so he looked at the two of them quietly.
The cold made Holiday sigh.
He reached out and picked up the mask of the 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 anticipate the day of death.
The only thing on the Phantom Bullet is a white T-shirt with a flying bullet painted on it, but the pattern is now completely soaked in blood, turning into a blood-colored bullet.
Holleway removed the blindfold from the corpse, but the person in front of him made him a little stunned, and he arranged the corpse's hair with his hands, carefully identifying the pale face.
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"I know him."
"Acquaintances?"
Su Ming leaned on the cabinet next to him, took off his helmet and smoked.
"No, but I know him, he's a journalist, his name is Hurpisas, and he's a reporter for the daily newspaper Clarion dedicated to my deeds."
Holleway pressed the corpse's shoulder, the thick shoulder now just as cold.
He turned his head to look at Su Ming, a painful look on his face, although he was not familiar with the deceased, but the death of a hero made him feel as if he had lost his siblings.
He still remembers the young man, holding a camera, asking him questions to take pictures of the bank robbers.
It was his first time fighting as a masked hero.
"Sir, you have defeated these dangerous scoundrels, what shall we call you?"
"I'm an avenging angel."
Holleway under the mask said his code name for the first time.
"Is there anything you'd like to say to the citizens?"
When the young reporter saw that he was about to leave, he immediately asked again.
"Everyone can be a hero and be a good person, they just lack courage."
Holiday replied with a smile to the reporter, who made the photo and his words headline.
Since then, every time he shows up to fight crime, journalist Hull is always the first to arrive, and he adores himself, and you can see this in his eyes.
Holiday now doesn't even dare to imagine whether his words inspired the reporter, or whether he indirectly killed him?
At that time, I just hoped that everyone could be more good and good, instead of letting everyone be masked and be heroes on the streets.
"Doctor?"
Su Ming leaned over with a cigarette in his mouth, and also lowered his head to look at the corpse: "I can probably guess what you are thinking, you blame yourself for his death."
But in fact, when he puts on the mask, he must have made his own decision in his heart, and the worship or yearning for others will not let a person fight to the death with the enemy in the dark night. ” "You mean?"
Holleway looked at Su Ming.
"He didn't die for anyone, but for his own ideals and beliefs, which has nothing to do with anyone, and if you feel that it was your own words that influenced him and let him die, it is actually insulting the righteous heart of this deceased."
After so many years, Su Ming has become more and more proficient in the business of pouring chicken soup to others, and now he must hurry up to help Holleway get back to state, and he is still waiting for the autopsy results.
Holiday was stunned for a moment, he had to admit that Knell was right, he didn't expect that he couldn't see as clearly as the government scavengers.
"You're right, he died for our common cause, and I'm going to find out the cause of his death and avenge him now."
"Hurry up and let this hero show us the way one last time."
Su Ming's expression was serious to cheer him up, but he also noted a weakness of the avenging angel in his heart, in addition to loving drinking, he also couldn't stop condensed chicken soup.
It's nice to be a good guy in the Barry style again.
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