Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

If Holmes had been able to move, he would have jumped out of bed and continued his search for clues, but he could not.Although Superintendent Thomas and Coulson have repeatedly promised to pursue this clue, Holmes still can't take the time to ask them to move his hospital bed back to the "Brownstone House", only there he can think.

Although it looked like one big dump to Lucy, she accidentally got honey dripping from the ceiling in her hair, and it took her a while to get rid of them.

It is not Lucy's responsibility to take care of Holmes, but since the escort who holds the highest record stays with Holmes for 10 minutes and then leaves, Lucy has to take on the role of escort to prevent Holmes from falling down in the toilet and drowning when he goes to the toilet His brain, coveted by both Scotland Yard and the AFP.

Holmes licked his fingers and turned a page of the autopsy report.Lucy was marking the dates and places he had written down on the map with thumbtacks, and the corresponding people with different colored cotton threads.After finishing all this, Lucy looked at her results with satisfaction. On the map of New York, there were clues strung together with various colored cotton threads everywhere, and Holmes even nailed a knife to a photo of a person.

It made Lucy feel like an accomplice to a serial killer.

She saw that Holmes did not show any appreciation for her work, but concentrated on digging out the words of the report under the lamp, as if she could see the murderer from the paper.

"Not yet, but it's coming soon. I'm missing something. I'll have to wait for Thomas to give me the results. God knows how long those inefficient guys will drag me on." Holmes put aside the autopsy report, "Talk about the Bronx matter?"

"When did you know?" Lucy wondered, "I'm not talking about the explosion, I mean how did you know it was about me?"

Holmes gave her a "you ask too much" look: "Your friend with a big mouth is going to tell every nurse about his heroic deeds."

Lucy mentally pulls out a six-shot revolver and smashes Jimmy into a sieve, but it doesn't help.

"What do you expect me to tell you? I risked my life to find my friend in the sewer, and then saw him unconscious. Then there was a loud noise in the sky, and something exploded."

"You haven't seen the Lizardman?"

"No."

"Is that the one that exploded in the sky?"

"Maybe?"

"Did the lizardman wear a bazooka vest and go to the sky to explode before he died?"

Lucy knocked the table impatiently: "Are you interrogating me?"

Holmes paused, closed the report, and looked at the ceiling with empty eyes: "Sorry. This case annoys me."

Lucy couldn't help asking: "Didn't the S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation find out? I thought they would rush to the scene and clear out everything inside. After all, Fury has a strong collection habit."

"They would like to." Holmes said meaningfully, "but they have met their opponents. S.H.I.E.L.D. is not omnipotent in the United States. They're in charge of the case. Coulson doesn't have as much power as the other side, and Ferry isn't in New York. Ha, now I know how the local cops feel about the FBI taking away their case."

"Is there an agency that SHIELD can't handle? That's the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Division (Strategieland Intervention, Enfort and Logistics Division)." Lucy exaggeratedly read out the full name of SHIELD.

Holmes was amused: "There are really few people who remember the meaning of every word in S.H.I.E.L.D. You are such a weirdo."

Lucy made a humble gesture: "Thanks for the compliment."

Holmes brought the topic back: "Do you know Argus (ARGUS)?"

When Lou heard this name, she suddenly felt the temperature around her drop a bit, and a series of pictures suddenly passed through her mind, like a high-speed train passing by in front of her, she couldn't see anything clearly, but there When a "train" roared past, she seemed to see a person standing behind her. She tried her best to look, but the other person's face was still blurred.

"Lucy?" Holmes shook his hand in front of Lucy's nose. "The Earth calls for Lucy!"

Lucy came back to her senses: "I'm sorry, which Argus are you talking about? The hundred-eyed giant in Greek mythology?"

Holmes explained patiently: "No, of course not. They are also a secret department of the United States. Argus has a longer and more mysterious history than S.H.I.E.L.D. It was born before the American Revolutionary War. A group of people who followed Washington established this department."

Holmes pushed the wheelchair to the bookshelf, pulled out a book, and threw it to Lucy.

"It is said that it was directly in charge of Benjamin Franklin. The Secret Revolutionary Army (Armed Revolutionaries G Under Secrecy), the first spies of the United States were born here. After the War of Independence, they did not disband, but continued to serve the United States. Every time in the history of the United States They are there every step of the way.”

Lucy flipped through the book under the dim light. There were some comments and cartoons drawn by Holmes herself. A lump of poop is drawn in the upper right corner of one page.Lucy turned to the page with the heaviest crease in the middle, and saw the related papers of ARGUS, the key words were Anonymous Legion, Patriots.

Holmes tipped his wheelchair back: "Furry can talk to the Vice President of the United States, but ARGUS, they are directly under the President's orders. They call themselves 'anonymous', and they may be anyone around us. Under a hundred eyes , there is nothing to hide, this is Argus, so we generally call it-Tianyanhui."

Lucy accidentally knocked over the teacup, and the teacup shattered.

Holmes watched his favorite set of bone china teacups fall to the ground in disarray, but he didn't feel any pity at all, just stared at Lucy closely.

The familiar sharp pain began to torment her nerves again, as if someone was beating her brain like a rock.Holmes took a sip of tea leisurely: "You have a little reaction to this name."

Lucy moaned: "I don't know. This name makes me shudder, don't ask any more, I'll clean this place."

Lucy stood up, dizzy for a moment, as if all her strength had been pulled out of her body, she held on to the table in a vain manner, almost knocking over the cookie plate.

Fortunately, the doorbell rang and saved him. Lucy ran downstairs to open the door as if he had been rescued. It was already dark outside, and Clark was standing on the steps outside the door. The soft yellow light blurred his face like a chiseled knife. The sharp edges and corners, the clear eyes hidden behind the thick lenses are lowered, and when the door is heard, they lift up slightly, revealing a simple-looking smile.

Lucy was struck by the well-behaved eyes and smile of this golden retriever.

Then she slammed the door directly.

Clark looked at a loss outside the door.

"Who's out there?"

asked Holmes behind her back.

Lucy looked at the ceiling with a happy face: "A man so handsome that he just wants to kneel down and sing about conquering."

"Can I take a look?"

Lucy opened the door.

Holmes saw clearly the face of the man outside... and the indescribably small snowflake sweater.

Lucy closes the door.

"Lucy, I've always had strong concerns about your aesthetic taste, and I held back a few times (Lucy: Please keep it up) because I think it's rude to meddle in someone's private life ( Lucy: You interfere less?) But I finally had to say it today..."

"Please don't say it," Lucy warned him, "You guys who only look at the surface, you can't understand how the fan filter works."

Holmes was very disdainful: "So... what else have you seen besides the surface? A kind heart and a pure virgin experience?"

"And beautiful pecs and abs."

It was too late when Lucy realized that she had spoken out, and Holmes cast a meaningful look of "so it is" to her: "Oh... so it is Mr. Aftershave's rival in love."

"What Mr. Aftershave? Matthew? No, we don't have that kind of relationship." Lucy argued weakly. Holmes didn't seem to take her explanation seriously, but Lucy quickly caught another point, "Wait , how do you know he is a virgin?"

"No girl would date a man dressed as if he lived in the last century, an old sweater with red and green stripes and little snowflakes woven into it? He's like a fully grown Christmas tree." Holmes rolled his eyes.

Lucy suddenly remembered something very important.

Clark.

Have.

Super listening.

She opened the door cautiously and peeked out, expecting that Clark had left, or wasn't listening at all.

But the Christmas tree spirit with the strongest chest muscles ever was still standing at the bottom of the steps, looked at Lucy with a wry smile, spread his hands and twirled around: "Wish you a Merry Christmas in advance?"

Never before had Lucy been so eager to kill Holmes as she was now.

Or before murdering Holmes, kill herself first.

Either is fine.

She poked the chickpeas on the dinner plate with a fork, making ugly noises without knowing it.People around cast disgusted glances, but Lucy Lang was still immersed in her own awkward little world and couldn't extricate herself.

Clark finally held Lucy's hand that was still playing tricks before the boss kicked them both out: "My mother knitted this for me."

Lucy couldn't lift her head even more: "Holmes didn't do it on purpose, he just had a bit of a poisonous mouth. You look very..."

She tried hard to say a few commendatory words, but she couldn't deceive her own aesthetics.

"Dated, old, looks like an old sofa from an antique store that's going to mold."

At this time, Clark told all the inside stories that Lucy had been brewing in his stomach like water, and he smiled helplessly: "I know, but I can't take them off. The only thing you miss at home in a big city The way to do that is to wear it on your body."

Lucy froze for a moment, and Clark's words evoked a burst of sadness in her for no reason. She didn't think of her home in this world, but... her home in another world.

Her mother sent her off at the airport with reluctant eyes, as well as the clothes she carefully selected over and over for herself, and put them in the suitcase with great care.

There is no more Lu Qi in this world, nor is there Lu Qi's mother, everything is gone.

Another world... She doesn't know about another world. When her mother knows the news of her disappearance, what will be her reaction? Maybe she will be shocked, sad, and then immersed in the pain of losing herself. If she is lucky, she will gradually forget it, but ... She didn't dare to think about it at all.

"Will you miss home?"

Clark's gentle voice interrupted Lucy's thoughts.

"Do not."

In this world, she only has a broken and deformed family, and she has lost contact with them for a long time.

"I understand." Clark said, "the last time you came to Kansas, you seemed to have escaped. You said that you will definitely go to a big city and never go back. You have a complete 'exodus'. You are practicing your dream. It was very successful."

"I don't have any memory of Kansas, sorry, Clark, I can't give you any response at this point." Lucy said apologetically, "My cousin, Lana, she went to work for Luthor Corporation , right? Maybe I could visit her sometime?"

Clark's expression became stiff, and he was a little sad: "Yes, we went to Metropolis together. She went to Luthor Enterprises and has been doing a good job. She was recently promoted to the general manager of the Kansas branch. She will go back for a while."

"You seem dissatisfied?"

"Luthor Enterprises has a factory in the small town of Smallville. He evades international environmental policies, destroys the local environment and ecology, and purchases farmland on a large scale, pollutes soil and water sources, and uses it for some illegal industrial production, Louis And I have investigated and exposed them. But only so that they suspended a production line, God knows what they have to do next, I kept warning Lana that Luthor was up to no good. But Lana said that Smallwell needs Industry and technology, what happened before was done by Lionel Luthor, and now his son Lex Luthor is in power, it will be different.” Clark inserted the beans in annoyance, “As soon as he came to power, he was like Dad draws the line, but... I don't know, it's just a feeling, I think he's a more dangerous man than his father."

Isn't it, Lucy said inwardly, you spend half your life fighting against him, and he spends all of his life trying to figure out how to kill you.Oh, by the way, he will use his genes and your genes to synthesize a "son" of the two of you in the future. Remember not to show too surprised when he wants to be a father.

Lucy maintained a weird smile again, and entered a state of emptying her mind.

Clark probably saw Lucy's expression for the umpteenth time.

Although he felt that he had said so much dryly, and the other party was not listening at all, he felt a little hurt, but he actually felt that Lucy's disconnected expression was still...

Quite cute.

Clark waved his hands up and down, waking Lucy up, and Lucy hurriedly ate soup to hide her embarrassment.

"If you don't trust Luther, you can continue to investigate, and the fox's tail will always show."

Clark was deep in thought, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Actually, I plan to resign. Live in another city for a while, such as...Gotham."

"cough……"

Lucy knocked over her soup bowl, coughed, and the red cabbage soup flowed all over her body.