Chapter 802: It's arranged
After the polite handshake, Bucky ignored the unconscious Strange, cleaned up the scene, erased all traces of possible leakage, and took out the CPU of the robot Sean before leaving.
Since it is acting, it is necessary to act in a full set, there is no reason to deal with the details, and the biggest evidence is left untreated.
Ten fingers connected to the heart, Strange fainted from severe pain, and when he woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, his hands wrapped in layers of gauze, suspended in the air by a retainer with steel needles, and he felt ......
Because of the medical topical painkillers, he didn't feel anything, as if the hands in front of him belonged to someone else.
"Oh God! If it's a dream, wake me up......"
Strange wished those hands weren't his own, and he closed his eyes in pain, not daring to face reality.
It is said that it is better to die than to live, but Strange would rather be dead, as the top neurosurgeon in the industry, he can see at a glance that the chief surgeon is garbage, his hands are wasted, his career is over, and his life is over.
"Stephen, are you awake?"
The female doctor, Kristen Palmer, pushed the door in, saw Strange in a daze on the hospital bed, put down the medical records in her hand, poured a glass of warm water and handed it over.
Palmer and Strange are colleagues, and they will be colleagues in a few years, and there is no possibility of any breakthrough.
Because of Strange's terrible character, his talent attracted Palmer's admiration and affection, but the poor character was insecure, which discouraged Palmer.
Palmer has a very accurate eye, and he can see through the essence of Strange at a glance, otherwise he will definitely be eaten and wiped clean and thrown into the trash, and the relationship will change from a colleague relationship to a passerby.
In Strange's opinion, Palmer is very good-looking and has a good personality, as for medical skills......
A doctor who doesn't do anything, and he doesn't know what he's busy all day.
That's right, in Strange's eyes, except for him, all other doctors are garbage, and if you want to say that there is any difference, it is also the difference between garbage classification.
Strange took a few sips of warm water, and when he saw the medical records on the table, it was like seeing a life-saving straw, and his eyes lit up immediately.
He still had luck in his heart, like falling off a cliff unscathed, and he hoped for a miracle to happen again.
"Christine, I'm going to see my medical records."
Palmer's expression changed slightly: "No, I think ......"
"Give it to me! Right away! ”
"......" Palmer sighed, opening the medical records and placing them in front of Strange.
Most of the ligaments in both hands were ruptured, the nerves in the hand were severely damaged, and the rescue team found that the golden time for treatment was missed, and although the hand was saved, his career as a surgeon was cut off, and there was no possibility of holding the scalpel again.
Not to mention scalpels, razors and nail clippers are hanging!
"They ruined me......" Strange closed his eyes and muttered, tears streaming down his face.
"Stephen, it's okay, everything will be fine."
Palmer put his hand on Strange's shoulder and patted him: "In the medical world, nothing is absolute, as you have done, you still have the possibility of recovery." ”
"Save it, I can't hold a scalpel anymore, who else can work miracles?"
Strange's accumulated resentment suddenly exploded, and he glared at his hands: "Is it the waste who gave me the knife, or who?" God or the Devil? ”
Palmer bowed her head and said nothing, her hands were on the importance of the surgeon, and if she was lying on a hospital bed, she would probably have the same emotional breakdown as Strange.
She knew that Strange was not reconciled, and comforted after a moment: "You are an excellent doctor, you have a lot of experience, even if you can't hold a knife, there are many ways to treat patients......"
Palmer said a lot of words of encouragement, but Strange didn't listen to a word, and stared blankly ahead, only to feel that it was dark.
Just as Palmer was about to say something more, the door to the hospital room was pushed open and a man in a black suit walked in.
"You are?"
“FBI!”
The man took out his ID and nodded lightly: "I would like to speak with Mr. Stephen Strange alone and ask about last night's attack." ”
"Okay, but he's not emotionally stable, so please don't push him too much." Palmer finished speaking and left the room.
"Hello, Mr. Strange, I know you're in a bad mood right now, so I won't talk any extra nonsense. Please cooperate in answering a few questions and assist in the investigation and arrest of criminals, I think you don't want the culprits to go unpunished all the time......"
Agent Brock Rumlow from the FBI, a few simple words, aroused Strange's desire to cooperate with the case.
Well, actually, Agent Brock Rumlow is an agent from S.H.I.E.L.D., and the FBI is a common waistcoat, uh...... Since S.H.I.E.L.D. is also a vest, he is from Hydra.
The case of Strange's attack is listed in the police file, after all, there are weapons of war such as RPGs, and it is impossible not to pay attention to them.
But in fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. was more interested in Strange falling off a cliff and ending up unscathed.
After some arrangement, the higher-level departments of S.H.I.E.L.D. deployed personnel, and the task fell to Brock Rumlow, that is, 'Crossbones'.
Crossbones and Captain America are mortal enemies, whether it is a comic book or a movie, the two are mortal enemies, but they will not be in the future, under Russell's operation, everyone has become their own people.
"Agent, what do you want to know?"
Feeling revenged, Strange expressed active cooperation, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Detective, last night, my friend Billy called me and said that there was a patient named Benedict who needed surgery, and his condition was the same as mine......"
"It's a very bad conspiracy, you can contact Billy, he knows something."
Rumlow shrugged, "I'm sorry, Mr. Strange, we combed through your correspondence while you were unconscious, and that phone call from an unknown source wasn't made by your friend Billy, who didn't know anything. ”
"How so?" Strange was struck by lightning.
"Do you have any impressions of the attackers?"
Rumlow guided: "The traces of the scene are clean, it's a professional, we can't find any clues, I hope you can provide some important information, such as the appearance and accent of the attacker." ”
"My Robot Butler Sean ......"
"No, it was destroyed by the other party, and only an empty shell remained."
"You guys can go to USR, I'm sure they'll have a record, and every bot will upload data......"
"Mr. Strange!"
Rumlow interrupted, shrugged, "There is no such thing, even for the sake of the company's credibility, they won't admit that they are eavesdropping on users' privacy." ”
Strange was stunned when he heard this, yes, let alone that he was a small person, even if the US imperialist president was attacked, the USR company would not be able to come up with any valid data.
Don't ask, ask is no!
"The man who attacked me had a metal arm, silvery-white, very bright......"
Strange recalls yesterday's experience and analyzes it from the perspective of a surgeon: "I can't see his appearance clearly with his face covered, because of that mechanical arm, I can't judge his approximate weight, only that he has a strong, male, 5-foot-9 tall, and the up-and-down error is no more than ......"
Strange said a lot of things, and finally asked expectantly, "Well, are these clues enough?" ”
Rumlow shook his head: "The only effective clue is the robotic arm, as far as I know, the medical group established by the USR company has successful cases of mechanical organs replacing the human body, but the price is very high, the customers are either rich or expensive, and there are contracts with the military." ”
"That ......"
"No way, they won't hand over customer files for you."
"Damn USR...... It's not damn it, Shawn the robot has been protecting me......" Strange was lying in his hospital bed, and he could already see that he had no hope of revenge and could not bring the killer to justice.
After that, Rumlow asked a few more questions, sorted them out, confirmed them, and left the room directly.
The investigation is over, and the next step is the mission report.
According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s instructions, Rumlow's investigation should be directed against Strange, but according to Hydra's instructions, this investigation is doomed to be fruitless.
Strange fell from a great height unscathed, thanks to the protection of USR's robots, plus a little bit of luck.
That's all!
As for the mysterious one-armed man, according to Rumlow's investigation and evidence collection, it was found that the other party was very likely to be from the US imperialist military, and it should be that his salary is not enough to make extra money.
In the follow-up investigation to pursue the culprit, Rumlow said that he had exceeded his authority and needed to negotiate between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the military.
Obviously, it is impossible for S.H.I.E.L.D. to negotiate such trivial matters, and the final outcome of the investigation report is to be placed in the archives to eat ashes.
……
On the other side, Russell took a private jet to Monaco to watch the Formula 1 championship.
Others don't know, but he knows very well in his heart that the billionaire Iron Man will play in person, because time is running out, and Tony Stark will do some ridiculous things that he wanted to do before but didn't dare to do.
As for Strange, he has not yet given up on scientific treatment, and the only way to give him hope is to wait for his life to be hopeless and fall into self-defeat, which is the best time to give him hope and tell him that magic really exists.
Strange doesn't need to worry, it's just a little hard, Russell has already arranged for him, escorting Kama Taj to the University of Magic and Magic, and serving as a Supreme Mage after graduation.