[Comprehensive] Change the posture to solve the case

It's not just Tony who hasn't heard of the name Sabidin, everyone here is also confused except for Hawkeye and Barala.

Two people in a row belong to the same organization, and this sense of existence is quite strong.

Deputy Director Maria Hill also marked this organization that was gradually exposed to everyone's sight.Of course, if they want to investigate, it's a matter of going back to the bureau, at least they won't talk about more information in front of Barala and Tony.

It didn't matter to Tony, anyway, the inside news of S.H.I.E.L.D. was just a matter for Jarvis to work for a while, the question was whether he wanted to know or not.However, in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be careless and didn't feel deeply about the performance of the explosion, but Barala felt Stark's concern from his organs.

Witnessing the explosion that should have been prevented caused the banquet to suffer heavy casualties. The lives of so many ordinary people were blown up just to win the attention of some people.

Especially when the explosion happened at Iron Man's own banquet.

The matter of losing money is another matter, if you dare to smash Tuhao Ni's place, you are not far from death.

In addition, this deadly organization dared to snatch the final victory from the mouth of Spider Moriarty.

Barala admired in her heart that this organization has successfully attracted both black and white attention.

And if she still wants to know more about Sabidin without the assistance of black technology, she must go to the morgue to have a heart-to-heart exchange with that big man. Barala rejects this in her heart, especially I also heard that the body has been handed over to the forensic doctor for autopsy...

"The body should still be in the hands of the forensic doctor. We need to know how he died." Barton was stopped by Barala when he left, and when he heard her idea of ​​going to see it, he told her what he knew, " Looks like it's in the New York City medical examiner's office."

"Do you want me to accompany you, charming Miss Detective." Tony leaned against the door with a seductive smile on his lips.

Thinking of the cruel dismemberment scene that she was about to face soon, Barala felt her stomach tumbling, and now she saw Tony, the stinky fart, delivered to her door by herself. Put on a cute and sweet expression.

"That's really wishful thinking."

Seeing that the little girl had two faces in the film, the corners of Hawkeye's mouth twitched, and she silently turned her head away, thinking that she should not go into this troubled water.

Stark saw that Barala seemed to be thinking about something, and felt that he was a big man no matter what, and he was much better than a delicate girl. At the moment, he couldn't find any clues anyway, so he simply Just go with the detective lady hired by his family.

Anyway, it's not like he hasn't seen dead people before...

Stark thought very well, put on sunglasses and put his back on his head, wandered around in his garage, chose a cool sports car, picked up Barala, and went to the forensic department that is said to have the most corpses in New York.

Instead of running around in that hot tights, Barala wrapped herself in her favorite red coat. This coat was well-crafted and tailored, and the length was just around the knees, perfectly highlighting the beautiful curve of her calves.

It's rare for the picky Barala to like it so much, so she simply ordered a few more sets of the same style, which unknowingly became her standard equipment, just like the deerstalker hat that Sherlock hates so much.

The speed of the luxury car is faster than the two legs of Barala. From Stark Corporation to the New York City Hospital is basically the effort of a cheeseburger.

Although I don't know why the Barala detective stopped the car to buy a Big Mac cheeseburger for Stark, who was not very hungry, but Stark, who was so happy because the beauty remembered his own taste, still He stuffed it all into his stomach with a very face-saving gulp.

After eating, Stark let out a cheese-flavored belch.

Stark's throat: "I think the crumbs of the burger are coming to me."

Ba Lala smiled and said nothing, this is what she wanted.

The two came to the hospital in a hurry, but they didn't expect to meet an acquaintance who was disemboweling the corpse.

Henry Morgan, the owner of a sideline antique shop and his main job as a forensic doctor, took a cold knife and cut it down from the chest very professionally. His technique was clean and neat, just like a butcher who slaughtered pigs all the year round.

Then with both hands, he picked up the professional scissors and planned to cut open the things that were in the way.

Tony, who came to visit the forensic office for the first time, saw this scene at first sight, his face was not very good-looking, and his pace slowed down half a beat when he walked.

He regretted coming here a bit, he might as well go home and play games with Xiao Dai if he has this skill.

Barala, who was indifferent throughout the whole process, turned her head back to care about her current boss: "Boss, you won't be scared by this corpse, will you?"

"Haha, how is it possible, I, Iron Man, have seen more corpses than you eat french fries." Tony laughed, his eyes flicked around, trying to hide that he didn't want to take another look at the corpse with the large intestines exposed and some more. Dead bodies of messed up stuff.

"Oh—" Barala narrowed her eyes and elongated her voice.

Henry Morgan, who was very happy after the autopsy, heard the messy movement, looked up at the person coming, and then waved the large scissors sticking red and white liquid, showing a charming smile.

"Hey, dear Miss Barala, we meet again."

Tony, who walked behind with his hands behind his back, felt that his outlook on life had been impacted.

Tony's big eyes: "Are all forensic doctors so perverted?"

Tony's brain: "Go back and remember to tell Jarvis to blacklist all the girls who have been forensics! All of them!"

Tony's buttocks: "+1"

Barala ignored the above words, and returned a friendly smile to the elegant and polite Henry Morgan.

The origin of this Doctor Morgan is not simple, but it doesn't matter to Barala.Anyway, Barala, who has tasteless skills, no longer has good and innocent hopes in this hodgepodge of superpowers.

Even if all the people have superpowers, all she can do is work hard to make money, retire early, and try to travel around the world before Mother Earth is destroyed by aliens.

"The boss and I are here to investigate the cause of the murderer's death in this bombing case." Barala pulled Tony Stark who had been hiding behind him, and pushed him in front of Morgan's medical examiner, saying with a smile.

Tony, who was driven to the front line, silently put on his sunglasses, tilted his head back as much as possible, and folded his jaw.

"Hey." He waved his hand and greeted dryly.

And in front of him, there was a complete and real autopsy map of the corpse.

Tony finally understood the purpose of Barala letting him eat hamburgers. Now that he saw this human tragedy, let alone what he ate just now, he was going to spit out the meal the night before.

Really, what kind of enmity did he have with this detective chick, and he actually punished himself like this.

Tony, who didn't know where he was wrong, turned his lips white, and his eyes didn't look down.

Henry Morgan is an old man, he can see through Barala's childish revenge at a glance, and he is not a person who can keep up with the times. Naturally, he doesn't know anything about the famous Iron Man. Seeing what they said, Go through the process in a businesslike manner.

"Can I show you your ID?"

The assistant next to him was so shocked after seeing Iron Man that he forgot to stitch another corpse.

He held the needle and thread and looked at Morgan's forensic doctor in disbelief, and stammered: "My God, I mean, he is the boss of the Stark Group, the Iron Man who has been busy saving the world recently, the doctor, Don't you watch TV and don't you read newspapers?"

Tony pressed down the sliding sunglasses in a timely manner, with a proud expression on his face.

Henry Morgan: "Uh-"

Dr. Morgan's head: "It's no surprise that they can't keep up with the times, anyway, they will die sooner or later while I'm alive."

Barala felt that the mysterious Doctor Morgan and Captain America must have something to talk about.

She briefly explained her job, and by the way, shook a temporary ID that she had bought from Coulson before, and said solemnly: "I am here to assist the police in investigating the explosion. This is my Boss, he had an affair with the government, no, there is a connection, we just want to ask the deceased about the cause of death."

Tony, who pushed out to take the blame, squinted at the liar, fearing that she would push him forward again, so he snorted twice and held back.

Morgan nodded, inserted a gloved hand into the dissected stomach, stirred it, and then took out a slightly blackened lung still dripping with liquid and placed it in front of Stark's eyes.

Big lungs: "Fxxk! I can come out once in my lifetime and die without regret!"

Stark: "..."

He put his hands over his mouth.

"Oh, I took it wrong." Morgan shrugged apologetically, "It can be seen that the deceased smoked and drank heavily all year round, and the organs inside have been destroyed in all directions. Look at how black the lungs are."

As he said that, he squeezed it quite sensibly.

Barala looked up at the sky, and could already hear Tony's uncontrollable voice.

"However, it will take more than ten years for these problems to become the cause of his death. What made him die suddenly is this..." Morgan stuffed the internal organs back, and took out a new heart.

"The deceased was directly inserted into the heart with a needle from the back. The needle should have been smeared with lethal poison, so he died suddenly after touching the heart. The nature of the poison cannot be determined until the pathology report comes out." However, there are not many poisons in this world that can seal the throat with blood, and there are only a few of them after a little exclusion. My personal preference is the poisonous tree called scissors, which is produced in Southeast Asia and other places. The production is rare and very precious. It was milky white, highly poisonous, and killed within seconds after the stabbing, which is very consistent with the phenomenon described by eyewitnesses."

The witness, Mr. Stark, stared at the heart in front of him, his face turned blue and white.

Barala patted Tony on the shoulder and comforted him kindly: "Mr. Stark, are you okay?"

Tony still covered his mouth and turned around, looking at Barala faintly: "I'm fine, so fine... vomit"

Without finishing speaking, he ran out.

Balala shook her head and looked at his staggering stalwart figure, and clicked her tongue.

"So if you offend anyone, you can't offend a woman, can you?" Morgan, the forensic doctor who saw through everything, stuffed his heart back and showed a helpless smile.

Balala looked at Morgan's forensic doctor who was cooperating with her with a smile on her face, and asked softly with her hands behind her back: "Can I have a separate inspection of this corpse after it's sewn up?"

The small theater has nothing to do with the text!

small theater:

One day, Barala, the little ant and the little spider squatted on the side of the street like three gangsters to bet on whether Deadpool, who claimed to be the tenth-rank pick-up girl, could give the beautiful girl with long chestnut hair in the convenience store next door to her. Soak to hand.

The little ant whistled flirtatiously: "Zizuipao wears the leather suit on his body during the day, and he can't even see his big chest muscles. I don't believe that beautiful women can fall in love with him."

The little spider glanced at his red and blue battle uniform, and said unhappily: "You are on the same boat as us, and I also wear tights, but I feel that I am quite popular, and everyone in New York loves me , what's wrong with not having big pectoral muscles, Deadpool said, he can make a woman with just one mouth..." high, tide

Speaking of the last two words, the little spider wearing a hood was shamefully shy.

Barala rolled up her sleeves angrily: "You little bastard has already started to poison my little cutie. Look, I can't kill him this time."

The little ant quickly peeled off a piece of candy, and asked Ba Lala to recharge her energy and calm down.

Balala held the little spider around the neck with a lollipop in her mouth, looked viciously at the coquettish Deadpool approaching the girl in the distance, and said: "Listen to my sister, and avoid dealing with Deadpool and Ant-Man in the future."

Ant-Man: "Hey! What's wrong with me!"

The little spider nodded obediently, and asked Barala suspiciously, "What about Mr. Stark?"

Barala: "We can have a money deal with him. In the future, if you want to develop big chest muscles, attract girls, and become a fried chicken hero that everyone loves, you should hang out with the US team more."

Little Ant: "Hehe, your targeting is too obvious."

Barala rolled her eyes, ignoring Ant-Man's protest.

Thinking of their gamble, Barala said, "I also beat the little bitch to lose."

The little spider thought for a while: "Then I'd better support Mr. Deadpool."

Before the three of them paid attention for a while, they heard the parabolic sound of "ahhhhhhh" in the distance.

Barala, Ant-Man and Spider-Man raised their heads in unison, looking at Deadpool who was thrown into mid-air by some unknown energy, planing in the sky with all fours, and then an underscore that was useless from above It fell down hard, drawing a deep gully on the ground, and then slowly stopped in front of the three of them.

Barala's indifferent face: "You see, this is the end of using only your mouth."

The little spider felt deeply.

Little Ant: "..."

Little Ant: "This girl is hot enough, make Deadpool look like this."

As he spoke, he looked in the direction of the convenience store.

In their direction at ten o'clock, apart from that hot beauty, there was also a guy with silver hair next to them. The two of them glanced this way, muttering and not knowing what to say.