The Death Knell

As the steward of the winery, Gin is very familiar with the streets and alleys, on the ground and underground. He quickly drove the two to a hidden place.

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

　　 I don’t know how long it has been abandoned here, the walls are mottled and peeled off everywhere, the spider webs are densely around, and the corners of the roof seem to be living with bats.

　　 But Gin turned a blind eye to this, he would wait here to meet the two.

　　 The revenge angel who had put on the chain armor seemed a little uncomfortable, but Su Ming quickly dragged him, using a hook from outside the wall to climb to a nearby building.

　　 By jumping between the building and the roof, they flew to the top of the forensic center.

　　 Looking at the crowd of vehicles passing by, the vengeful angel had to admit that he really liked this condescending feeling.

　　 Feeling that he is no longer ordinary, and the responsibilities on his shoulders, the breeze of car exhaust in the city makes him always feel that he has a long way to go.

　　 But at this time Su Ming had already used the godslayer to tear down the gate leading to the roof below, and the sound of steel twisting and cracking brought the doctor back to reality...

　　 "Are you going to fight?"

　　 Holeway showed a surprised look behind his blindfold. The blindfold and weapons handed to him by the Double Gunman always carried him with him, so the green helmet Su Ming prepared for him did not come in handy.

　　 "Of course, otherwise I have to contact the White House to apply for a license?" Su Ming turned his head and said a cold joke: "By the way, the two guns in your hand are also unregistered firearms..."

　　 Little did he realize that the doctor became more convinced of what he had originally thought.

　　 Yes, people have a lot of authority, and there are people who will clean up the mess if you like to do it, just follow it yourself.

　　 The doctor stopped talking, just made a please gesture.

　　 So Ming Su started his own performance.

　　As a forensic center in New York City, there are police officers on duty in this location, so Su Ming's plan is also very simple: first find the policemen, stun them, and then cut off all means of contacting the outside world.

　　 Then he guarded the entrance and exit, leaving the revenge angel half an hour for him to do an autopsy in all aspects. It is best to determine the specific time of death or the place where the "phantom shadow bomb" had been before his death.

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

　　 When a person passes through a place, he will inevitably leave traces. Unless the fellow Barry can come to Marvel, even if Fast Silver appears decades earlier, he will leave footprints wherever he walks.

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　　The plan went smoothly. The police saw the legendary demon appear in front of them, and they were knocked down before they even had time to react.

　　 Their quality is far worse than those of the military police a few days ago. Su Ming doesn't even use a stick, and can handle everything with bare hands.

　　 occupied the security room and cut off all telephone lines. There is no closed-circuit surveillance in this era, and there is almost no sound. This building falls under the control of the death knell.

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

　　 Su Ming threw all the fainted policemen into the utility room, locked the door, and squeezed the key into a small ball and threw it aside.

　　 Those who beat people and show up are all death knells. The doctor still cherishes feathers. They are scattered far away, hiding in the corner of the corridor.

　　 Hearing the death knell talking to him, the doctor shrugged his shoulders. He had already seen that the death knell had obviously left his hands. The injuries of these policemen were not serious, and the two of them had about an hour or so to act.

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

　　 The pale light in the corridor illuminates the two masked men, and they are walking quietly to the cold basement.

　　 This is a morgue. The bodies sent by various New York branches are here. There are forensic doctors to conduct autopsy on them. Of course, don't expect this process to be fast.

　　 In the war years, many people who knew some medicine went to the front line. Only a few old men were left here, and even the scalpel was unsteady.

　　 captured several old forensic doctors, Su Ming also found a house to lock them up, and then found the body of the Phantom Shadow Bullet according to the morgue record.

　　 The corpse just sent this morning has not had time for an autopsy, and it is now in a large iron cabinet not far away.

　　 Anonymous without a name.

　　 This is all the information on the cabinet.

　　 After entering the morgue, Holloway appeared to be quite silent. He put on rubber gloves and picked up the forensic tool box and experimental equipment.

　　 Su Ming exerted his wrist force, and the huge drawer was dragged out. The corpse with several blood holes in his chest was already stiff, so he looked at them quietly.

　　 The chill made Holloway sigh involuntarily.

　　 He stretched out his hand to take off the mask of the "phantom shadow bomb".

　　 What can Su Ming say? Many people in this era don't have the concept of body armor, so if they choose to wear a mask, they will predict their death.

　　 Phantom bullet has only a white T-shirt with a flying bullet painted on it, but the pattern is now completely saturated with blood and turned into a blood-colored bullet.

　　 Holloway took off the blindfold of the corpse, but the people in front of him made him a little startled. He sorted the corpse's hair with his hands, carefully identifying the pale face.

"I know him."

　　 "Acquaintance?" Su Ming leaned on the cabinet beside him, 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 Clarion Daily who reports on my deeds."

　　 Holloway pressed the shoulders of the corpse, and the thick shoulders were also cold now.

　　 He turned his head to look at Su Ming, with a painful look on his face. Although he was not familiar with the dead, the death of a hero made him feel as if he had lost his hands and feet.

　　 He still remembered this young man, holding a camera, asking questions and taking pictures of him who had defeated the bank robber.

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

　　 "Sir, you have defeated these dangerous villains, what should we call you?"

　　 "I...I am an angel of revenge." Holloway under the mask said his code name for the first time.

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

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

　　 Since then, every time he appeared to fight crime, reporter Huer was always the first person to rush to. He admired himself ~www.ltnovel.com~ This can be seen in his eyes.

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　　 Holloway can't even imagine now, did his own words inspire the reporter, or indirectly killed him?

　　 At that time, I just hoped that everyone can do more for the good, instead of letting everyone be masked to be a hero on the street.

"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 blamed his death on yourself. But in fact, he was wearing it. When you put on the mask, you must have your own decision in your heart. Worship 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 didn't die for anyone, but for his own ideals and beliefs. This has nothing to do with anyone. If you feel that your own words have affected him and sent him to death, you are actually insulting the deceased. The heart of justice."

　　 After so many years, Su Ming has become more and more proficient in the business of pouring chicken soup to others. Now he must quickly help Holaway get back to his condition. He is still waiting for the autopsy result.

　　 Holeway froze for a moment, he had to admit that the death knell was right, but he didn't expect that he was not as clear as the government scavenger.

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

　　 "Hurry up and let this hero show us the direction for the last time."

　　 Su Ming cheered Hollerway with a serious expression, but he remembered a weakness of the vengeful angel in his heart. In addition to his love of drinking, this one is also eager for concentrated chicken soup.

　　 is a good Barry again...great.