The dissection is over.

Leon waited for his gloves in the trash can, stood in front of the sink, washed his hands with disinfectant, and the water was noisy, carrying the disinfectant into the dark and narrow sewer pipe.

Baron Straker was still lying on the floor, his one eye cloudy, roughly looking at the vertical lamp in the ceiling.

His ribcage was covered with delicate scars from scalpels, carefully stitched with sheep's gut, and from a distance, the openings were as hideous as centipedes.

Fortunately or unfortunately, with the help of his rapid self-healing ability, he is not dead.

"It's fun, it's so much fun."

Leon shook off the drops of water from his hands, turned around, and said to the bald man: "Mr. Straker, your self-healing ability is not as simple as it appears on the outside, if I am not mistaken, your value and potential are probably far above that of Konstantin and Rebecca." ”

His praise went unanswered, and Straker was still staring blankly at the unrecognizable ceiling, his facial muscles frozen as if they were frozen.

Dozens of minutes ago, he watched as Leon cut his chest and abdomen with a scalpel, cut off his ribs, fixed it with expansion forceps, and then opened the ribcage, and took out his organs to play slowly....

That's right, Leon held his beating heart, like a crystal snowflake ball at Christmas, looking back and forth, poking the upper part with his finger from time to time, and explaining to Straker in a calm and warm tone,

"This is the aorta, this is the superior vena cava, this is the great cardiac vein, this is the right pulmonary artery ....."

During the dissection, Baron Straker did not struggle, but Leon just snapped his fingers casually, and a mysterious and profound formation appeared directly above him, firmly restraining all of Straker's movements.

Even the plasma gushing out of the chest cavity was restrained by an invisible force, and it remained honestly in place.

Straker didn't know how he survived, he only knew that he fainted in pain, and then immediately woke up in pain, and the process was repeated countless times as the organs were taken out, put back, taken out, put back.

At the end of the memory, Baron Straker could hear the sound of blood rushing in his body, his heart pounding like a copper drum, and the body had healed.

But he didn't want to move anymore, not at all, he just wanted to be a salted fish, just lying here forever.

呲~

Leon pinched the transparent plastic hose and sprayed water at the pool of dry blood that was pressed under Baron Straker's body, the icy water washed away the blood scab, and a few droplets of water splashed on Straker's bald head, crystal clear, like dew on the branches and leaves of the grass and trees in the morning.

After a long time, the bloodstains were cleaned up,

Leon turned off the faucet, looked at the spacious basement and muttered, "You can put the microplate washer and microplate reader, the hemocytometer and the differentiation analyzer here, and you can also put an MRI ..... in the corner."

He slightly converted the price of these medical devices and the follow-up expenses of the experiment, not only sincerely sighed: "Medicine is really a first-class profiteering industry in the world...."

However, thinking about those European and American pharmaceutical industry giants with so large scale and power that they can reach the sky and turn over hundreds of billions of dollars in their accounts, Li Ang is also relieved,

If the secret of Straker's body's rapid healing is as he thought, I am afraid that in the future, it will inevitably have to fight openly and secretly with those vicious European and American pharmaceutical groups and even the US Food and Drug Administration.

"Fighting with people is just like a little overlord learning machine, it's fun, it's fun."

Li Ang smiled slightly and closed the door.

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In mid-December, the gangster turmoil in Gotham City finally came to an end.

With the rapid retreat of the previous leader Penguin and the heavy blow of the new mayor Lincoln March, those gangsters with Russian, Japanese, and Mexican backgrounds have been hit hard.

First of all, a large number of gang leaders were prosecuted, and the charges were detailed and complicated, ranging from tax evasion to organized criminal activities, and those judicial departments also went against the norm and did not give any face, and gave the gang leaders twenty or thirty years in prison.

The trees fell and scattered, and the helpless thugs and gangsters didn't have time to take the settling-in fee for a few days, and they were held back for many years by the Gotham strips of "stepping into the nightclub with the left foot first" This kind of trumped-up crime, hurry up to the police station and give a good beating,

Even Jim Gordon's dissuasion was to no avail - Gotham Tiaozi can be regarded as looking forward to the first day, as long as these gangsters have no umbrella, Tiaozi can teach them to be human beings in minutes,

After all, this time Gotham cracked down, from Mayor March, down to ordinary people, and unemployed vagrants, everyone is on the side of the Gotham Police Department.

The Gotham Gangs are like a malignant tumor, and if they keep trying to maintain the status quo, they will continue to expand and encroach on the realm of health.

However, once you have the courage to rip off your flesh, Gotham's crime problem will be solved.

First of all, the elite who represent meat eaters, who are accustomed to the huge profits brought by the gangs, and sometimes some "unclean" work needs to be handed over to the gangs.

But for the elite, the fall of the gangs is also beneficial, as they can take advantage of the chaos and grab some of the huge assets left by the gangs.

As a result, most of the high-level leaders of Gotham's political and business leadership have taken a wait-and-see attitude towards the crackdown presided over by Mayor Lincoln March.

Of course, among the elites, there are still a small number of people who are deeply involved in the gangs, trying to instruct some mouthpiece organizations to carry out activities to spread rumors and incite public opinion.

However, as soon as those intellectuals and media who received orders and were either stupid or bad came to the fore, they were criticized and scolded by the people of the whole city, and even some citizens with violent temperaments directly put bullets in envelopes and sent them as mail to the heads of those television stations.

The people in other places may be stupid and clumsy, and they may be led by the nose by the unscrupulous media, but for the simple Gotham, the people here have really had enough of living in the dark.

"In Gotham, the law must protect the common people first, and as for those who break the law and commit crimes, who cares about their freedom and human rights! It's better to die. ”

The people of Gotham are unstoppable, and for a time, the city is clear and peaceful, the crime rate is frighteningly low, and the city of peace is only one step away from the city of peace, where the roads are not left behind and the night is not closed.

Gotham's success in reversing the stereotype of the "crime capital" has nothing to do with the self-proclaimed "Dark Knight", which has to be said to be a great irony.