It's not a superhero, it's a saiyan

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Maybe it's because he is far away from his hometown, even the rough Monkey King can't help talking about the local customs there, even dancing, if it wasn't for showing Clark a wishful stick to grow and change Short magical function, accidentally smashed a corner of the laboratory, their conversation will be longer this time.

"Uh..." Seeing the unknown glassware and liquid flowing all over the floor, Monkey King could only smirk, and couldn't help but look at the place where Doctor Strange entered.

Clark sniffed the air, and then carefully identified the utensils and liquids: "These liquids don't seem to contain any dangerous ingredients, and they haven't touched the safety devices of the laboratory. Just clean them up afterwards." He looked reassuringly Monkey King, who was a little nervous, couldn't help but stay on the Ruyi stick. He still couldn't understand what kind of principle made the Ruyi stick have the ability to stretch and shrink at will while keeping the diameter and average quality unchanged. He could only sigh at where Monkey King was. The magic of the world.

He can already imagine how many people will be curious about Ruyibang's magical ability if it is exposed to the public. This may represent the emergence of a brand new, widely used and valuable material.

"I'm so sorry. When Si...that doctor comes out, I will apologize to him."

"He... It seems that the person we are waiting for has woken up." Clark's keen sense quickly discovered the movement in the operating room, but he did not apply this sense to Dr. Strange to spy on his current body. Behavior, this is his respect for his friends.

The people in the operating room slowly opened their eyes, a little earlier than expected.This is a middle-aged man with obvious Germanic ethnic features. His head is bald like a Mediterranean, and his skin is pale. He looks like a typical scientific researcher who spends most of the day indoors.

After his consciousness slowly returned, he seemed to have a certain understanding of his situation, and subconsciously tried to struggle.But even if the anesthesia doesn't work, he won't be able to stand up for a while due to his injuries.

"Who are you, what do you want to do?" The man was a little panicked. He fiddled with his neck hard, trying to see where he was, and the laboratory full of coldness obviously brought him a lot of pain. pressure.

"Your name?" Clark asked, walking up to him.

Seeing Clark who didn't hide his face at all, the man seemed a little panicked, he swallowed hard, and shook his head hard: "I can't say anything, I don't know anything, please let it go, I beg you……"

Clark couldn't help but hold the armrest mirror. He could see the fear in the eyes of the man in front of him clearly. It wasn't aimed at him, but came from something more deeply rooted: "...Maybe I can help you."

"No, no, you don't understand, you can't help me, I can't say, please, I really can't."

"You should know that I can't just let you go like this." Clark, who is only 23 years old and has not graduated from school for a long time, is certainly not used to threatening others to compromise, or he will never learn. It was too rash, maybe he wasn't ready to get involved in such a thing.

"He looks very scared." Sun Wukong stared at the man curiously, "Hey, tell us everything, uncle, I will protect you, we are very powerful."

"You shouldn't do this, you have no idea what kind of behemoth you are dealing with, oh, God forgive me." The person lying on the bed who couldn't move breathed such a long sentence, and suddenly closed his eyes .

"you……"

"@#￥......" The person on the bed said something suddenly, it was just a short syllable, not enough to distinguish the meaning, but it still gave Clark a bad feeling.And in the second after the syllable was spit out, the person on the bed suddenly started to twitch his hands and feet, his lips turned black quickly, and his expression was painful, which seemed to be a typical state of illness.

And this process didn't last long. Before Clark gave effective treatment, the man had already lost his breath, and the ripples on the monitor became a stable straight line.

"Hey, is he dead?" Sun Wukong was taken aback, he had never seen a person die so easily.

Clark calmed himself down, and quickly used the medical equipment here to conduct a detailed examination of the deceased in front of him. With his see-through eyes, he could guarantee that this was the most complete autopsy, and the conclusion he drew surprised him.

The person in the bed didn't die of suicide by taking poison or some kind of remote manipulation, but a natural death caused by a heart attack.

Although his heart looked fine, apart from the damage caused by his unhealthy lifestyle, there were no other hidden dangers.

A reasonably healthy man died of a severe heart attack with no external force.

Sun Wukong also felt a little disappointed by the death of a person, and turned to Clark and said, "Shall we find a place to bury him?"

Clark let out a soft breath: "We don't even know his name." He felt a little depressed, obviously he had screwed up this time.

"I'll go find Doctor Strange." Clark looked at the dead man again, and covered him with a white cloth. His extraordinary memory made it possible that he would never forget the face of this man.

Monkey King scratched his head, he always felt that he had to say something, but it was obviously not something he was good at, so he kept his mouth shut.

Dr. Strange, who obviously didn't want to be disturbed, came out of the inner room about 5 minutes after Clark pressed the contact button. He glanced at the operating room and frowned: "Why did he die? Did you do something?" He seemed a little angry. He had never doubted his medical skills. If there was a problem, it would definitely not be his problem.

"Died of a heart attack."

"It's impossible." Doctor Strange immediately forgot the unpleasantness of being called out. He strode towards the dead man with long legs, and then suddenly turned around to look at Clark, "You've already confirmed it."

Clark didn't deny this, and he was equally confident in his inspection.

Doctor Strange walked back and forth a few steps, seeming to mutter something, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Huh? The guy with the strange arm seems to have run away." Sun Wukong, who had no idea about medical issues, said suddenly. He ran directly to the place where Doctor Strange stayed before, but he couldn't open the door there. Door.

"Damn it, he locked the door." Doctor Strange fiddled with something, a little angrily said.

"It's okay, I'll catch him." Sun Wukong squatted his legs slightly, and made a pose with his hands, "Kui-pai-qi-gong!"

The white light that came out of nowhere hit the special door and blasted the door perfectly.At this time, there was indeed no one in there, only the things on the ground that were used to restrain people remained. Doctor Strange obviously prepared another exit in this room with more advanced equipment. Their "guests" Then he took advantage of this perfectly and escaped quickly and accurately.

"..." Doctor Strange stared at Sun Wukong's hand, trying to find out the device that emitted that light, "Also, is there any need to break my door, he is no longer inside?"

"Hey!" Sun Wukong, who was about to catch up, suddenly stopped, and he tilted his head, a little puzzled, "I suddenly can't feel where he is, so strange."

Clark also frowned. If he lost his bearings, it would not be that simple for him to find someone in the city.Maybe it was due to lack of experience and vigilance, and he didn't always pay attention to a person who had been subdued by them. Based on his knowledge of Doctor Strange, he couldn't let his patient have a chance to escape from him, but Clearly more than one person made a mistake today.

"Anyway, the guy who should know something is dead, and this one can't reveal anything." Doctor Strange was not nervous.

While searching for their target, Clark asked, "Have you checked the results?"

Doctor Strange took a look at Clark, as if he had seen through something, which made Clark stop his dual-purpose state.

"That person, I code-named him Y." Doctor Strange perfunctorily named the escaped patient. He flipped through the records in his hand, "Basically, although Y has self-awareness, his memory It has been greatly damaged and manipulated by human beings. Simply put, he is a puppet, a gun held in the hands of others, the kind that has huge lethality. I need to conduct in-depth analysis of the data in my hand for the specific situation. Analysis, what his brain waves show is very interesting... What I want to say is that even if Y escapes, with his current cognition collapsed and basically relying on his own way of action, even if it falls into the hands of his maker, It is impossible to get effective information from him. In order to stabilize him again and not waste his value, he will intervene immediately. I think it should be similar to clearing memory and re-brainwashing. We don’t have to worry about being discovered. It’s good news for me. Of course, it would be even better if he can be found, because the time was too short before and we didn’t dig out more things.”

Clark was actually a little hesitant. The death of the other person was a bit bizarre. He didn't know if the so-called Y would have the same ending, but if such a person returned to his original place, it would obviously cause more casualties.

"Leave this person to me to deal with. I have a guess about the cause of his death, and it will take time to verify." Strange pointed at the dead man and said, obviously also issuing an order to expel the guest.

Clark nodded. "I just hope he ends up underground instead of in a glass jar."

Doctor Strange smiled at him.

After leaving Doctor Strange's laboratory, Clark and Sun Wukong still searched for Y, but looking for a person in a city like New York is like finding a needle in a haystack.

They also didn't expect that Y lost consciousness shortly after escaping, fell to a dark corner, and was dragged away by a few gangsters, thinking that his mechanical arm would be something valuable.

However, not long after, a group of people came to find them. Those guys who only dared to do petty theft were shot to death one by one. This became an unsolved case that caused headaches for the New York police, and finally ended with a gang fight.

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Sorry for not updating yesterday, there is a restless "alien" in my stomach, and I am squatting in one of the furnace cities, it is really lazy OTZ