Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Clark knocked on the door of the ward, and Lucy was smiling helplessly listening to Jimmy telling the beautiful nurse about his heroic deeds.Something punched the lizardman, smashed his teeth, snapped his tail and kicked him into the air with a dragon wag.

While checking Jimmy's medical records, the nurse responded to Jimmy casually.

"Honey, I think my arm is a little empty." Jimmy waved his arm, "Would you like to write a phone call on it?"

The nurse pursed her lips and chuckled, bent down, winked at Jimmy, and wrote down a string of phone numbers with a marker.The corners of Jimmy's mouth were almost cracked in joy. After the nurse left, he waved his arms at Lucy flamboyantly: "Look, Lucy, the charm of a hero."

"She left you your phone number." Lucy responded in a mocking tone while flipping through the newspaper without looking up.

Jimmy read out the series of numbers in surprise, and bent his mouth in frustration: "Girls nowadays, do you have to refuse so directly? Could it be that there are too many superheroes in New York, and a heroic and fearless civilian hero like me can only Leave the scene dimly under the starlight?"

"First, when Clark and I found you, you were still sleeping soundly. Yes, you have slept through all the wonderful scenes. Second, what you said is not convincing at all. Who would believe it? How about a weak chicken like you who doesn't even have muscles to fight a lizardman?"

Jimmy wailed, and gave Clark a helpless look: "Okay, okay, give me some self-esteem. Clark, look at her, how can I have such a friend who can never learn to compliment." Lucy retorted Before, he turned on the TV in the ward and turned it to the loudest.The television was still reporting that a pipe had exploded on a block in the Bronx, taking down a whole block of houses.

Clark's eyes began to dodge, as if he didn't really want to talk about it, he couldn't help but want to attribute all the responsibility to himself.

Lucy sighed inwardly.

When Clark and the Lizardmen threw each other against the wall in the sewer, they almost pierced through the entire underground, and the effect was not much different from selling hundreds of bombs in the sewer.Some of the upper buildings inevitably collapsed due to ground subsidence, and the picture broadcast on the TV news is that the workers are cleaning up the smashed corner of an old church.

A church painted the cross piously: "...a burst of red light, it was terrible, rose like hellfire, and then smashed into pieces here, you see, there are still remains of coke here."

"This is God's will, we, you, are all going to die!" A doomsday believer with some mental problems broke into the camera at first glance, holding a wooden board with "Apocalypse is coming" in his hand and waving from the camera.

Lucy changed the channel and was still discussing the related incidents of the Lizardmen. Although the relevant departments have concealed the truth about the Lizardmen, the public who don't know the truth always use their imaginations to give full play to the Bronx incident. Add a reasonable explanation.

Lucy watched as a host and a so-called expert began to discuss all kinds of supernatural events in New York's sewers, starting with the discovery of a large number of crocodiles in the sewers, and then talking about the sewers run by drug addicts, homeless people and low-level gangsters. The established "underground city" was flooded and countless people were killed. Finally, they talked about the Bronx bombing. Xi marveled - and finally blamed everything on the aliens.

... In a way, they were right.

Clark turned off the TV, and Lucy noticed that he had a new pair of glasses, which were in better taste than the last one, but not much better. Fortunately, he no longer wore a plaid shirt. Today Clark wore a simple short Sleeve shirt, and it was a little loose, which made him no different from those informal nerds, but Lucy had to admit that this was probably Clark's special way of hiding.

"Jimmy, when do you want to leave the hospital?"

"I don't want to be discharged from the hospital! I'm resting here very well. I treat staying in the hospital as a vacation." In fact, Jimmy has nothing to do, just a slight concussion, but Jimmy strongly requests to stay in the hospital and enjoy a single ward After all, the "Daily Planet" generously paid for the hospitalization in full, as long as Jimmy gave them all his photos.

The corridor of the hospital suddenly became chaotic, everyone ran towards the door, their footsteps and exclamations were in a mess, and suddenly the nurse Jimmy wanted to hook up with just now quickly opened the door and came in, trying to push Jimmy's bed out.

While twisting the damping of the hospital bed wheel, she said, "Sir, please go through the discharge procedures as soon as possible, we need to make room to receive new patients."

Jimmy objected loudly: "I paid the money!"

The nurse didn't give him any chance to object: "There are people who are more seriously injured than you want to live here. At this time, no amount of money is more important than life."

Jimmy shut his mouth embarrassingly, but still began to change the hospital clothes reluctantly, Lucy left the ward, the corridor was in a mess, suddenly there were many more wounded, disheveled, with a burnt smell on their bodies, With dried blood still remaining on his face, a team of nurses and doctors rushed to the operating room pushing the hospital bed.

Behind them, Lucy saw Coulson.

"Coulson?" Lucy was surprised.

When Coulson saw Lucy, he just blinked his eyes as a greeting. He leaned against the wall, as if tired of greeting Lucy.

Lucy suddenly panicked: "Who was sent in just now?"

"Sherlock Holmes."

Lucy showed a shocked expression, Coulson touched his face, and said in a voice full of pain and hatred: "The man we caught, he exploded."

Holmes woke up with the feeling of burning all over his body. It was as if his whole body had been thrown into a meat grinder to make meat mince, and then it was roughly taken out, squeezed into meatballs and slammed on the chopping board.

It was dark everywhere, perhaps in hell, Holmes thought.

That should not exist, this is not logical and scientific, it is a fantasy born of the fear of darkness in ancient times, but now he can't help but follow the stupid imagination of the ancients to judge his own situation.

He turned his neck and groaned in pain.

"you're awake."

Someone said in the dark.

Holmes recognized the voice: "Lucy." He didn't ask why you are here, that would be redundant, and even he would rather wake up alone in the dark than wait for a familiar person to watch his jokes by his side. .

There was another rustling sound of cloth rubbing in the darkness. Lucy slowly turned on the light in the room. After allowing Holmes to adapt for a while, the light was maintained in a relatively dim light, and the room was shrouded in dimness.

"You must want to see what you look like now."

Lucy switches her phone to selfie mode, and Holmes sees herself in the phone, wrapped in plaster and gauze, looking like a freshly unearthed mummy.He groaned in pain: "Don't post on Twitter, don't post on Facebook, don't post on INS."

"Maybe I should send it to Watson." Lucy stood up and began tapping on the screen.

Holmes eagerly wanted to grab her, and tried to reach Lucy's clothes corner with his fingers in the void: "Don't, don't let her know, I don't want her to come to my hospital bed and blame me for this like an old hen, Blame me for that, not to mention that the last conflict between me and her has not been resolved, although the injury can make us put down the fight temporarily, but I don't want to bypass this matter yet."

"By the way, your brother is here."

Holmes really felt the pain.

Lucy said: "Mycroft is not fat at all. If he was fat before, it is obvious that he has managed to lose weight."

Holmes grimaced. "He's had a gastric band. Losing weight requires strength and willpower, and he has neither."

Lucy poured a glass of water: "I don't know what happened between you and him, but don't be angry like a child. Brothers don't exist to kill each other."

Holmes snorted contemptuously. "Ask Muhammad II. He passed the law that he could kill his own brother for the sake of a better order in the world."

Lucy stopped arguing with him, and stuck a straw into the glass, and brought it to Holmes, and gagged him.

Holmes' eyes rolled as he recalled the scene before he fell into darkness.

Interrogation, psychological suggestion, confrontation, and then the man started laughing, his body became bright, and finally exploded.He only had time to escape from the interrogation room, and the moment he closed the door, he was blown away by the heat wave, and then he didn't know anything.

Judging by the extent of his injuries, he was really lucky.Perhaps he should be grateful for the good protection of the SHIELD interrogation room, which at least helped him block part of the impact.

Lucy suddenly said: "You are thinking."

Holmes was interrupted, and looked at Lucy, who pointed to her head: "Your expression is a little different when you are thinking."

"What has it become?"

"It's changed...not as annoying as usual." Lucy told the truth, and Holmes rolled his eyes at her. "You should take a good rest, and the rest will be handled by S.H.I.E.L.D."

"They? What clues do you expect those little goldfish who are only suitable for swimming in fish tanks to find out? With that kind of explosive force, I'm afraid that person won't even have any scum left."

Explosions, glowing bodies, laughing, confrontation, psychological suggestion, interrogation, psychological suggestion, confrontation...

Holmes' eyes wandered through the memory screen and settled on a certain place.

The prisoner was locked on the chair by stainless steel, but his eyes showed a little mocking taste.

"Are you a transformed lizard man? Why did you kill him? Who hired you?" Holmes asked.

"No. Kurt Connors is our transformation person." The other party smiled.

"And Bob Coates?"

"I do not know him."

Holmes flipped through the information of the person in front of him: "It's strange, we can't find any information about you, even the most secretive killer will always leave his trace in this information society, but you are different, you are a blank , someone deleted your file and turned you into a non-existent person. It's not an ordinary hacking method. Hackers can clear your file, but they can't clear your traces in this world. Every time you see a doctor, every time you draw blood , test, you always have to leave something behind. But we can't even find these."

Holmes observed the prisoner.

"There are two explanations. The person above you is powerful enough to wipe out a person's existence from beginning to end. The second is that the medicine you injected has transformed you, your blood sample has no effect, and your genes have also changed. I pay attention To the way you walk, Scorpion Squad, huh?

The other party was still smiling and did not answer.

"Veteran, you retired 10 years ago. I watched the surveillance video of you chasing us. The gestures you made to those mercenaries..." Holmes put his fingers together, making a gesture used by prisoners , "That's the old instruction."

Finally, the smile on the other party's face slowly faded.

"Are your friends still there? How many are still serving?" Holmes asked, and the other party's eyes flashed with pain. "You know, I have been paying attention to the situation of some retired veterans. The definition of a hero is very strict in this world. , fought bravely, those who come back intact are worthy of being called heroes, and those who died can also be called heroes, and those who are left, especially the disabled, what are they? Defective products, waste, can be replaced Parts...the government pays them a lot of money, and then they have to face the rest of their lives. It's not fair, isn't it?"

Holmes watched the opponent's leg move unnaturally. Even though it was intact there, a certain position was still very stiff at the moment of movement, and ordinary people couldn't see it, but Holmes, or even Watson, was familiar with it. From human body medicine, they can immediately see that that position has been injured, a very serious injury.

"Where did your leg break?"

Holmes finally got to the point.

"Who came to you to regrow limbs? What did he inject you with? Liquid? Pills? It had lizardman serum in it, didn't it? That person gave the order to kill the lizardmen? Did the lizardmen expose themselves too early to hinder your plans?"

Holmes seems to be asking a bunch of irrelevant and miscellaneous questions. He is constantly disturbing the prisoner, distracting his attention completely. Once he asks relevant and concrete questions, people will always react subconsciously.

"There's lizardman serum in what he injects," Coulson said on the channel, watching a facial expression analyzer outside the interrogation room.

The prisoner finally had a grim expression: "Yes, I lost my legs, and then the medicine helped me grow them back. The government only gave us a subsidy and did nothing. I went to protest and I went to church. Praying, it didn't help, I even went to some crappy mutual aid group. They just recommend you a doctor who doesn't even have a license to prescribe you a shitty blue pill...

He paused.

"I found a way to heal and it was good, he made me whole and strong."

The meter next to Coulson suddenly started to increase in number.

"It gives us a glimpse of the future. A future of no, no, underdogs."

"Prisoner temperature readings are increasing," a monitor yelled.

He didn't need to remind Holmes, Holmes had already felt the scorching breath coming.The prisoner's skin began to slowly change color again.

"It's a pity you can't see it."

The prisoner's eyes and mouth glowed with incandescent light, and Holmes immediately rushed to the gate.

There was a loud noise, the heat wave was blocked by the special metal of Aegis, but it could not absorb the impact of the explosion, and Holmes hit the wall.

……

Holmes pulled his eyes back from the void, and he took a deep breath: "Mutual Aid Club."

Holmes gripped Lucy's wrist, almost making her cry out in pain.

"They're using mutual aid to find guinea pigs."

The succession to the throne of the Ottoman Empire has always had the habit of killing brothers and brothers, and Mehmet II directly promulgated the law saying that killing brothers and brothers is legal.