As the manager of the distillery, Gin was extrely familiar with every alley, above or underground, and he quickly drove the two of them to a hidden place.
It was an abandoned garage of an unknown company, but it was very close to the morgue.
Who knows how long it had been abandoned, the walls were mottled and crumbling everywhere, spider webs densely covered the surroundings, and bats seed to be perched in the corners of the roof.
However, Gin turned a blind eye to it, as he would wait here to support the two of them.
The Avenging Angel, having changed into Chain Armor, seed a bit unaccustod, but Su Ming quickly dragged him with a grappling hook over the wall onto the adjacent building.
With leaps between the rooftops of the buildings, they swiftly arrived at the rooftop of the forensic center.
Looking down at the bustling cars and crowds beneath, the Avenging Angel had to admit he sowhat enjoyed this high-up view.
Feeling no longer ordinary, and the responsibility weighing on his shoulders, the breeze mixed with car exhaust in the city always made him feel the journey ahead was long.
But by this ti, Su Ming had already dismantled the door leading downstairs on the rooftop with the Godslayer, the sound of twisted, exploding steel pulled the doctor back to reality...
"You’re going to fight your way down?"
Behind Holloway’s mask showed an expression of surprise, the Dual Gun Hero had given him a mask and weapon that he always carried, so the green helt Su Ming prepared for him was of no use.
"Of course, or do you want to contact the White House to apply for a permit?" Su Ming turned around and made a dark joke: "By the way, the two guns in your hand are also unregistered firearms..."
Little did anyone know, the doctor beca even more convinced of what he originally thought.
Yes, others have such great authority, they can do as they please, and soone will always clean up the ss, he just had to go along.
The doctor fell silent, rely making a gesture of invitation.
So Su Ming began his show.
As the forensic center of New York City, there were always police on duty in such a place, so Su Ming’s plan was very simple, which was to first find the police, knock them out, and then cut off all ans of contact with the outside world.
Then he would guard the entrances, giving the Avenging Angel half an hour to conduct a thorough autopsy, ideally determining the exact ti of death, or where the ’Phantom Bullet’ had been before dying.
If he had tiny salt grains on him, it suggested he might have been to the seaside before he died; if he had coal on his feet, he might have been to a power or heating station; if there were recognizable other chemical components, that could similarly reveal his trajectory.
When a person has passed through a place, they inevitably leave traces unless that guy Barry also ran to Marvel. Otherwise, even if Quicksilver appeared decades earlier, the places he passed through would leave footprints.
.........
The plan proceeded very smoothly, the police, upon seeing the legendary Demon appear in front of them, were knocked out before they even had ti to react.
Their abilities were much inferior to those gendars from a few days ago, Su Ming didn’t even need a stick, he resolved everything with bare hands.
After seizing the security room and cutting all the phone lines, in this era without closed-circuit monitoring, with almost no noise, the whole building fell under the control of Deathstroke.
"Well, it’s much smoother than I imagined, no one even noticed us."
Su Ming dumped the unconscious police into a utility room, locked it from the outside, and casually squeezed the key into a small ball and tossed it aside.
The one doing the fighting and showing off was Deathstroke; the doctor cherished his reputation more, sticking far away all the ti, hiding around the corridor corner.
When he heard Deathstroke talking to him, the doctor shrugged, already seeing that Deathstroke had obviously held back, and these policen’s injuries were not severe. The two of them probably had about an hour of operation ti.
This amount of ti was very ample for him, and autopsies were much easier than performing surgery on living people.
The hallway’s stark lights shone down on two masked n, quietly heading for the cold basent.
This was the morgue, where bodies from all over the various precincts of New York were sent, a dical examiner would perform autopsies on them here. Of course, one couldn’t expect this process to be quick.
During warti, many who knew so dicine went to the frontline, leaving only a few old-tirs here, even having trouble holding scalpels.
After capturing a few old dical examiners, Su Ming also found a room to lock them in, and according to the morgue records, found the body of Phantom Bullet.
The body had just arrived this morning, and hadn’t yet had an autopsy, now lying in a large iron cabinet not far away.
A Naless person.
That’s all the information on the cabinet.
Upon entering the morgue, Holloway fell significantly silent, putting on rubber gloves, and picking up a dical examiner’s toolbox and lab equipnt.
Su Ming exerted strength in his wrist, pulling out the massive drawer, the corpse with several bullet holes in the chest had already gone stiff, quietly staring at the two of them.
The chill made Holloway heave a sigh.
He reached out to remove the ’Phantom Bullet’s’ mask.
What could Su Ming say? In this era, many didn’t have the concept of wearing bulletproof vests, so choosing to put on a mask ant expecting a day of death.
Phantom Bullet wore only a white T-shirt with a flying bullet painted on it, a pattern now completely soaked in blood, turning into a blood-red bullet.
Holloway removed the corpse’s mask, but the sight stunned him. He arranged the corpse’s hair with his hand, carefully recognizing the pallid face.
"I know him."
"An acquaintance?" Su Ming leaned against the nearby cabinet, removing his helt for a smoke.
"No, but I recognize him, he’s a journalist nad Huer Pisas...the reporter from Horn Daily who covered stories about ."
Holding onto the corpse’s shoulder, Holloway felt the now equally cold and solid shoulders.
He turned his head towards Su Ming, his face showing a look of anguish. Despite not being familiar with the deceased, the death of a hero made him feel like he had lost a limb.
He rembered this young man, holding a cara, asking questions and taking photos when he defeated bank robbers.
That was the first ti he went out to fight in disguise as a superhero.
"Sir, you defeated those dangerous villains, what should we call you?"
"I...am the Avenging Angel." Holloway uttered his moniker for the first ti from beneath the mask.
"Do you have anything to say to the citizens?" the young reporter asked again imdiately when he saw Holloway about to leave.
"Everyone can be a hero, a good person, they just lack the courage," Holloway answered with a smile to the reporter, and the reporter put that photo and his words on the front page headline.
Since then, after every cri-fighting appearance, reporter Huer was always the first to arrive, admiring him, sothing evident from his gaze.
.........
Holloway now even dared not imagine whether it was his words that had inspired the reporter, or if he was indirectly to bla for his death?
Back then, he only hoped people would be more inclined toward the good, not for everyone to don masks and take to the streets as heroes.
"Doctor?" Su Ming, holding a cigarette in his mouth, approached, likewise bowing his head to look at the body: "I can guess what you’re thinking, blaming yourself for his death. But in reality, by the ti he donned the mask, he surely had his own resolute decision, and others’ admiration or aspiration wouldn’t make soone mask themselves to fight fiercely with enemies in the night."
"Are you saying?" Holloway looked at Su Ming.
"He didn’t die for anyone, but for his own ideals and beliefs, it has nothing to do with anyone. If you think it was your influence that led him to his death, then you’re actually insulting this deceased’s sense of justice."
Over the years, Su Ming had beco quite adept at giving pep talks, and needed to quickly help Holloway regain his composure, as he still awaited the autopsy results.
Holloway hesitated for a mont, having to admit Deathstroke wasn’t wrong, unexpected that a governnt cleaner could see things more clearly than him.
"You’re right, he died for our common cause, and now I must find out the cause of his death, to avenge him."
"Quickly wield the knife then, let this hero guide us one last ti."
Su Ming seriously encouraged Holloway while internally noting another of the Avenging Angel’s weaknesses, besides his fondness for drinking, his craving for concentrated pep talks was also insatiable.
Another Barry-like good man...that’s great.
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