Chapter 205

As the manager of the distillery, Qin wine was very familiar with the streets, the ground and the ground. He quickly drove the two men 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 here. The walls are mottled and falling off everywhere. Spider webs are dense all around. Bats seem to live in the corner of the roof.

However, Qin Jiu turns a blind eye to this, and he will wait here to meet them.

It seems that the revenge angel who has put on the lock armour seems to be a little uncomfortable, but Su Ming soon drags him to climb up a building nearby with a hook and rope from the wall.

By jumping between buildings and rooftops, they quickly arrived at the top of the forensic center.

Looking at the endless stream of vehicles under his feet, the revenge angel had to admit that he really liked this condescending feeling.

Feeling that he is no longer ordinary, as well as shoulder the responsibility, the city is mixed with the breeze of car exhaust, so he always feels a long way to go.

However, Su Ming had already removed the door leading to the lower part of the roof with a god killer. The sound of steel twisted and cracked made the doctor return to reality...

"are you going to fight?"

There was a look of surprise behind Holloway's blindfold. He always carried the blindfold and weapons handed to him by the swordsman, so the green helmet Su Ming prepared for him didn't come in handy.

"Of course, or should I 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 guns...

but the doctor is more convinced of his original idea.

Yes, they have a lot of authority. They can clean up the mess and follow them.

The doctor didn't speak any more. He just made a gesture of invitation.

So Su Ming started his own performance.

As a forensic center in New York City, there are always police on duty in this place, so Su Ming's plan is very simple, that is, first find the police, stun them, and then cut off all contact with the outside world.

Then guard the entrance and exit passageway by yourself, and give the vengeance half an hour for all aspects of autopsy. It is better to determine the specific time of death or the place the phantom bullet has been to before his death.

If he had tiny salt particles on his body, he might have been to the seaside before he died; if he had coal on his feet, he might have been to a power station or a place for heating; if there were other recognizable chemical components, he could also know his track of action.

If a person passes through a place, he must leave traces. Unless Barry can still run to manweilai, even if fast silver appears decades ahead of time, he will leave footprints in the place he has passed.

...

the plan went smoothly, and the police were put down before even reaction time when they saw the legendary devil appear in front of them.

Their quality is far worse than those of the gendarmerie in the past few days. Su Ming doesn't even need a stick. He can handle everything by hand.

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

"Well, it's much better than I thought. No one even found us."

Su Ming throws the fainted police into the utility room, locks the door, pinches the key into a small ball and throws it aside.

The death knell was used to show up, but the doctor was more fond of feathers. It was decorated from a distance and kept hiding in the corner of the corridor.

When he heard the bell talk to him, the doctor shrugged his shoulders. He could see that the bell had obviously left his hands. The police officers were not seriously injured. They had about an hour to move.

There was plenty of time, and it was easier for him to perform an autopsy than to operate on a living person.

The pale lights of the corridor illuminated two masked men as they quietly walked to the bleak basement.

This is the morgue. The corpses from all branches of New York are here. There are forensic doctors who will examine them. Of course, don't expect the process to be as fast as possible.

During the war, many people who knew some medicine went to the front line. Only a few old men were left here, and even the scalpel was not stable.

Several old medics were captured. Su Ming also found a house to lock them up. Then, according to the mortuary records, the bodies of phantom bullets were found.

The corpse just delivered this morning has not had time for autopsy. It is now in a big iron cabinet not far away.

Anonymous without a name.

That's all the information on the cabinet.

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

Su Ming's wrist is strong, and the huge drawer is pulled out. The corpses with several blood holes in his chest are already stiff, so he looks at them quietly.

The chill made Holloway sigh.He reached out to remove the mask of the phantom bullet.

What can Su Ming say? In this era, many people do not have the concept of bullet proof vests. If they choose to wear masks, they have to anticipate the day of death.

The phantom bullet had only a white T-shirt with a flying bullet on it, but the pattern was now completely soaked in blood and turned into a bloody bullet.

Holloway took off the blindfold of the corpse, but he was stunned by the man in front of him. He arranged the body's hair with his hands and carefully identified his pale face.

"I know him."

"Acquaintances?" Su Ming leaned against the side cabinet and took off his helmet to smoke.

"No, but I know him. He's a journalist. His name is HuR pisas... He's a reporter for the trumpet daily."

Holloway pressed on the body's shoulder, which was now as cold as ever.

He turned his head and looked at Su Ming with a look of pain 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 remembered the young man, with his camera in his hand, who had defeated the bank robber.

It was his first time out to fight as a masked hero.

"Sir, you have defeated these dangerous villains. What shall we call you?"

"I am... An angel of vengeance." Under the mask, Holloway said his code name for the first time.

"What do you want to say to the public?" When the young reporter saw that he was going to leave, he immediately asked.

"Everyone can be a hero, be a good man, they just lack courage." Holloway replied with a smile, and the reporter made the picture and his words on the front page.

Since then, every time he appeared to fight crime, the reporter HuR was always the first person to arrive. He worshipped himself and could see this in his eyes.

...

Holloway can't even imagine whether his words inspired the reporter or indirectly killed him?

At that time, I just hope that we can be more good and good, rather than let everyone disguised on the street as a hero.

"Doctor?" Su Ming reached over with his cigarette in his mouth and looked down at the corpse as well: "I can probably guess what you are thinking. You blame his death on yourself. But in fact, when he put on his mask, he must have made his own decision in his heart. The worship or yearning for others will not let a man fight with the enemy in the dark with his face covered. "

"You mean?" Holloway looks 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's your own words that affect him and let him die, it's actually insulting the righteous heart of the deceased."

After so many years, Su Ming's business of pouring Chicken Soup for others has become more and more skilled. Now he has to help Holloway get back to his state quickly. He is still waiting for the autopsy results.

Holloway was stunned for a moment. He had to admit that the death knell was right. He didn't expect that he could see better than 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."

"Let the hero direct us for the last time."

Su Ming's expression solemnly encouraged Holloway, but in his heart he wrote down a weakness of the angel of revenge. Besides drinking, he was also eager to stop concentrated chicken soup.

It's a good Barry man again... Good.

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