The Death Knell

The doctor rushed over after reading the newspaper at home, but before he could examine the body, the police arrived.

The current attitude of the police towards heroes is not very good, especially if a masked man like himself appears at a murder scene, he will definitely become a suspect.

So he planned to use his true identity to investigate.

The deceased will be sent to the New York City Forensic Center for autopsy, and he happens to be a well-known surgeon in New York.

He had a few friends with connections in the health community who could get him into the forensic center to investigate the bodies.

At least you need to know the direction the bullet is coming from, whether it's from the front... or from behind...

He slipped off the roof, returned to a deserted alley to change out of his uniform, and then used his car to return to the nursing home, where he needed to contact some people and pretend that he was willing to provide some help to the forensic cause of New York City, such as going to The Forensic Center gives lectures to forensic doctors.

"Dr. Holloway, you have a visitor."

When he walked into the nursing home, the nurse at the front desk told him the news with a smile on his face.

Dr. Holloway is young, rich, strong and handsome, and has a coquettish mustache like the famous celebrity Howard. The nurses in the sanatorium have been eyeing him for a long time.

Every young girl wants to find an ideal boyfriend. This era makes people very insecure.

Holloway is different from Howard. He is polite, never loses his temper, is serious in his work, and is kind to others.

But he has never been promiscuous with women, and lives like an ascetic every day. From the perspective of the nurses, the doctor seems to be busier recently.

No one knows what he is busy with, maybe he is visiting a doctor? Maybe go to the library and study? That's all Dr. Holloway does anyway.

Holloway smiled at the nurse. His identity was completely concealed by this nursing home: "Oh, thank you. Do you know that guest?"

"No, he doesn't look like a guest who wants to stay. He is very young and looks very powerful. I have never seen the kind of limousine he was riding in when he came here."

The little nurse shook her head. Her knowledge was very limited, but she also knew that a limousine was not something that ordinary people could ride in, and the cheapest one would cost tens of thousands of dollars.

Holloway frowned slightly. He didn't expect anyone to come to him. Besides, a limousine was too flamboyant. There was no such person among his friends.

"Okay, is he in the reception room? I'll go see him."

Although Holloway was anxious to investigate the body, his expression remained unchanged. After thanking the nurse with a warm expression, he quickly went upstairs.

The little nurse covered her heart, looked at the direction he left with a bright face, and lowered her head shyly.

Holloway came upstairs. The smell in the nursing home was not very good. Even in the specially cleaned reception room, there was a faint smell of urine outside the door.

And theirs is already considered a better nursing home in the city. At least there are no rats or cockroaches running around. He has heard of one nursing home where an elderly person was even eaten by rats at night.

Pushing open the door with frosted glass, there are several sofas and potted plants in the living room, but there are still some signs of water seepage on the brown walls.

A figure stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, as if looking at the traffic outside the window.

But even just from his back, this person gives people a very strong sense of oppression, as if there is some dangerous creature living on him.

"Dr. Holloway is very fast. It only took 19 seconds from entering the door to ask questions, analyzing the situation, and then to the third floor."

The doctor's heart skipped a beat. He didn't know who this person was, but he seemed to have noticed something.

"Hello, I'm Holloway, currently the acting director of this nursing home."

He decided to choose an ordinary opening statement. The person in front of him was very unfamiliar and he needed to continue testing.

The man at the window turned around and looked at him with a smile: "I know who you are, who you really are, and that's why I'm here."

The air was still, and a spider could be heard running across the window, but the doctor was still thinking.

"I'm a surgeon, and my medical skills are passable, but I can't do eye surgery. Is there anything else I can do?"

Holloway felt that the other party was deceiving him. His identity as an avenging angel was well concealed and there was no reason for him to be discovered.

Su Ming walked to the sofa and sat down. These sofas were too old. Not only did they make creaking sounds, but even the cloth had a rotten smell.

"You have already met the Two-Gunner. He came back from the future. Didn't he tell you about me?"

Holloway was on guard. The other party knew a lot. If it was an enemy of the Two-Gunman, or an enemy from the future, things would be difficult to handle.

"Who are you?"

Su Ming actually likes this generation of avenging angels. He is extremely smart and knows how to act appropriately.

The most important thing is that he has his own values, he does not hesitate to shoot, and he puts the two revolvers handed to him by the Two Gunmen to full use.

He grew up among prisoners, and his understanding of good and evil was not what everyone else said. He was abandoned by society in prison, but he knew that there were still good people among these people, and their crimes were actually completely consistent with morality and justice. The law found them guilty.

Rational things are not everything in the world, and Holloway's choice to become a masked man also means that he is tired of those things.

Su Ming can tell him something, after all, this is what the Two Gunmen did.

As a doctor and self-taught lawyer, Holloway has a sharp mouth and a mature mind that allows him to assess situations and make his own judgments.

He behaves justly, but not pedantically.

"My name is Slade, and I am a businessman... However, the Gunslinger should have told you that my code name is Deathstroke."

Holloway felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe, or as if he was running naked down the street on a winter night, with the cold entering his body from every pore.

He had heard of Deathstroke's name. Not only had the Two-Gunmen told him about it, but he himself had been listening to the legend of the New York Devil since he was a child.

The Two-Gunner told him that in the future, Deathstroke will still be the deadliest killer and mercenary. His martial arts skills are so frightening that no one can defeat him in close combat.

But there is a very contradictory point. The Two-Gunman describes a lot of his bloodthirsty and cruelty, and his various methods that are beyond ordinary people, but in the end, Hawke said that Deathstroke is a great anti-hero.

What does antihero mean? Holloway didn't understand. The two-gunman coughed up blood and told him that he was someone who did both good and bad things.

This makes the doctor confused. He does both good and bad things. Is this a good person or a bad person?

Isn’t it that everyone wears a mask to do good things or bad things? Doing both, the character's personality is too vague, how can reporters write about it?

It has to be said that in this era, there are no anti-heroes who are both good and evil. They are still addicted to dramatic life and cannot understand the reason for the appearance of masked mercenaries.

Dr. Holloway hesitated for a moment, then walked to the sofa and sat next to Su Ming. He licked his lips, looked at the door with his eyes, and lowered his voice.

"Okay, the legendary strongest mercenary came to see me. What's the matter?"

"I'm investigating the cause of Phantom Bullet's death. I think you can help me." Su Ming said calmly. The smell here is really not good. Let's get down to business and leave quickly.

If his death was related to German spies, then he might be able to catch the tail. If it had nothing to do with him, he would have to find another way.

After figuring out where Namor went, if nothing happened, Su Ming could go home and rest and be a salted fish.

Dr. Holloway frowned: "I don't know yet. I just took a look at the corpse from a distance this morning."

"Do you want to find the murderer? Or...are you planning to avenge him?"

Su Ming looked at the doctor with a half-smile, but the doctor's mustache was twitching.

"Of course, I am an avenging angel."