screenwriter mystery

Chapter 191
After the gunfire.

The whole scene was in chaos.

"Damn, I'm shot, I'm shot!"

Steve looked down at the red blood on his chest, clutching the part hit by the bullet.

A few seconds later, severe pain swept through his body.

Obviously, relying on his own ability alone cannot resist the damage of bullets.

Under the severe pain in his body and the stimulation of being shot, Steve suddenly lost the ability to think.

After the shot was fired, the black man looked dazed.

"I hit you..."

He stared blankly at Steve in front of him. After noticing the injury on his body, the originally dull expression in his eyes became a little dazed, and he opened his mouth to say something.

Bang!
The next moment, I saw Steve on the opposite side raise his arm.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible force tugged at the black man's body, threw him flying heavily, and hit the ground with a bloody mark, motionless as if he had lost his voice.

After all this was done, Steve didn't even bother to continue looking at the situation of black people.

He covered the wound on his body, gritted his teeth and controlled his body to float crookedly, and then flew away from the scene amidst the exclamation of the crowd around him.

"Sorry, borrowed, borrowed..."

On the other side, just a few minutes after Steve flew away.

Amanda drove the car to the crime scene on the streets of Manhattan. Looking at the crowd in front of her, Amanda gritted her teeth and squeezed through the crowd. She came to the center and looked at the black man lying on the ground, and the empty scene on the opposite side. Can't help being a little disappointed.

"It seems that we are late, and the target has already left."

"However, we are not without any gains."

Following Amanda through the crowd, Spike glanced at the motionless figure lying on the ground, and then turned his head to look at the surrounding environment of the black man.

In the end, his eyes fell on the place where Steve was originally standing, and he took a closer look at the insignificant blood stain on the ground, then looked back at the pistol in the black man's hand, and said something to Amanda.

"It looks like our 'superhero' isn't strong enough to stop a bullet."

Hearing Spike's words, Amanda looked at the blood stains on the ground, and a gleam flashed in her eyes.

However, before she opened her mouth to say something.

The phone on him rang.

"I'm Amanda..."

"Boss, we have a little problem here. There is a person who claims to be..."

When the phone was connected, Detective Zhou's calm report sounded from the other end.

Standing at the scene of the crime, Amanda listened to the report from Detective Zhou, and the calm expression on her face gradually became weird.

"Okay, I see, you don't need to do anything now, try to stabilize the other party as much as possible, and I will come over right away."

After hanging up the phone with Agent Zhou, Amanda looked up and met Spike's eyes.

"It seems that the situation has changed?"

Although he didn't fully hear the content of Amanda's call, but looking at the change of expression on her face, Spike still guessed the general idea.

"Someone turned himself in at the NYPD claiming to be one of the 'superheroes'."

Facing Spike's inquiry, Amanda replied blankly.

However, at this moment, the emotion in her heart was far more helpless than it looked on the outside.

During this period of time, BSI has worked hard to track down the 'superhero' case. At the crime scene in Manhattan, they managed to find some important clues useful for the investigation, which came from the blood of one of the 'superheroes' , The next step is to extract the DNA from the blood, and then follow the vines to find out the real identity of the other party.

Who would have thought that she hadn't started any action yet.

The 'superhero' turned himself in directly.

This feeling is like hitting the cotton with all your strength, powerless but helpless.

"Forget it, being able to surrender is at least a good thing."

Shaking her head, suppressing the helplessness in her heart, Amanda tried to comfort herself.

……

Bang!
He controlled his wobbly body to fall.

Steve staggered and fell heavily to the ground with a dull crash.

His current strength is not enough to support him to fly as he pleases, especially under the current situation of being shot in the body, this floating state is even more difficult to maintain.

Shaking his head, he stood up with difficulty.

Steve looked down at the place on his body where he was hit by the bullet. The wound was stained red with blood, and his consciousness became a little blurred.

Steve knew it was a side effect of his blood loss.

"Healing, I need healing."

His lips were pale from the massive blood loss, and under the stimulation of survival instinct, Steve thought of the hospital.

"No, I can't go to the hospital."

However, in the next second he vetoed the idea.

With his current attire, if he went to the hospital, it would be tantamount to exposing his identity directly.

He had caused a lot of injuries as a 'superhero' before, plus the black man not long ago, even if he healed up in the hospital, what awaited him would be arrest by the police.

"Matt."

After rejecting the road to the hospital, Steve's consciousness became more blurred, and many people flashed through his mind, but finally stayed on Matt, who was once a member of the 'superhero' like himself.

The vague consciousness didn't have time to think, Steve controlled his body and walked crookedly in the direction of Matt's house.

……

bang-

at home.

Matt lay on the bed, frowning tightly, tossing and turning.

Ever since he came into contact with the water pool and gained supernatural power, he has been unable to fall asleep easily, and there are often screams in his mind.

It's not just him alone, Steve and Andrew, who have been in contact with the pool with him, are also like this.

Steve thinks it's a side effect of gaining supernatural powers, but Matt thinks it's not that simple.

On the bed in the bedroom, with his eyes closed, Matt saw a faint figure appearing there through the mist.

He reached out to touch the figure in the mist.

In the next second, a sudden sound from the room caused Matt to escape from the dream in an instant.

"who is it!"

Subconsciously controlling the bedside cup to float up in front of him, Matt got up and questioned in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, in the vague darkness, I saw a familiar figure staggering down in his bedroom.

"Steve?"

"Matt, I need your help..."

Difficult to control his last strength to fly into the bedroom from the window, Steve called for help to Matt on the bed.

(End of this chapter)