American comic book police officer survival manual

"ah..."

With a hoarse and weary call, the police officer on the hospital bed opened his eyes to find a girl with concerned eyes standing before him.

"How long was I unconscious?"

Looking at the completely unfamiliar ceiling in the hospital, Lucius could still feel a slight pain in his back, reminding him of everything he had experienced before his injury.

The guy behind everything forced some poor bastard to drive him away from the city, and then there was the explosion...

"You've been unconscious for thirteen hours. Are you alright? Do you need a doctor?"

Upon seeing Lucius open his eyes, a worried Pamela immediately went to the bedside and took his hand.

"I'm fine..."

Still clear-headed, Lucius knew that with the bulletproof vest in place, an explosion at that distance shouldn't be fatal.

However... the explosives packed in that car still exceeded his initial expectations.

"I didn't think I'd have to be in such a sorry state."

He underestimated the danger of Gotham, believing that with Natasha nearby, he would be relatively safe...

With a wry smile, Lucius struggled to sit up from the bed...

"Be careful, move slowly. The doctor said you've damaged your liver and need to rest for more than a month to recover."

Pamela handed Lucius the water glass he wanted and softly explained the officer's condition. Her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Lucius's face with concern.

"liver?"

"Yes, they said the shrapnel from the explosion penetrated the bulletproof vest and injured some muscles. But don't worry, the doctor said the injuries aren't serious and there won't be any lasting effects after recovery."

Fortunately, no other vital organs were damaged, and the most important spine was not injured by shrapnel; otherwise, Lucius would likely have been seriously injured in the explosion.

"Really? That's good."

Feeling equally grateful for his good fortune, Lucius did indeed feel a slight, dull pain in the upper right side of his abdomen after doing some upper body muscle exercises.

Having abandoned the idea of ​​getting out of bed and finding no police colleagues around, Lucius could only ask Pamela about the case:

"What's the situation at the police station now?"

Although the mastermind behind this series of poisonings is still unknown, the cruel and ruthless methods have already set off alarm bells in Lucius's mind.

The guy who caused all this is definitely not some nobody; he's probably already caught up in some weird plot.

"Police station? Ah..."

As if she had thought of something, Pamela nodded suddenly, a hint of joy appearing on her lovely face.

"Your colleagues at the police station said that your administrative leave and award medal have been approved, so you can rest assured and have a good rest."

Pamela excitedly took a small box from under the bed and opened it in front of Lucius. Inside were two gleaming medals.

One of the star-shaped badges features a small shield at its center, and the red ribbon appears to bear a small inscription in English: "medal of honor".

The other medal is a silver circular medal with a red cross in the center and the medal's name on a green ribbon.

"Honor Medal and Lifesaving Medal?"

Is this to honor their past actions in the gas attack and restaurant poisoning incident?

Immediately realizing the origin of the two badges, Lucius smiled with satisfaction.

Sheriff Gordon always asked him for help, but he was certainly not a stingy boss.

With these, your chances of promotion will increase.

"They said there would be a formal award ceremony, but they're busy catching criminals right now, so it will have to wait until your leave ends."

"Okay... I guess I really should take a break for a while."

Looking at Pamela's seemingly increasingly beautiful face, Lucius leaned against the hospital bed, no longer thinking about the specific details of the case.

The atmosphere in Gotham is becoming increasingly tense, and a certain Dark Knight has had to step in to take charge.

As an ordinary police officer who had already been injured, it was enough for him to protect the people around him.

"How have you been lately? Has Professor Wood asked you to do anything strange?"

Still harboring doubts about the professor who was an expert in botany, Lucius took Pamela's hand and gently stroked the girl's soft palm.

"Professor? The professor is fine... he hasn't done anything strange lately."

Pamela couldn't help but show a slightly unnatural expression when that person was mentioned.

"Are you still doubting him?"

Pamela cautiously observed Lucius's expression. Right now, her greatest fear was that he would learn the truth...

No... I was just worried about you.

Seeing the tension on the girl's face, Lucius felt incredibly relaxed.

Indeed, being with a tough agent like Natasha was too dangerous; the gentle and introverted Pamela was a better match, posing no danger whatsoever.

Lucius mistook Pamela's strange expression for fear of the criminal and paid no attention.

"Just keep a proper distance from that professor and don't put yourself in a dangerous environment. You can never be too careful."

"..."

Yes... if we had realized this sooner, we wouldn't be in this situation.

With her head bowed, Pamela's eyes welled with tears.

Now, her body is filled with toxins.

Although she could control the green tinges to make herself appear no different from a normal girl, she still couldn't control the toxins within her body...

In this state, she was completely incapable of being Lucius's girlfriend, unable to even perform any intimate actions...

Seeing Pamela's mood visibly decline, Lucius, who assumed it was because she wanted to study at Harvard, hurriedly added:

"Hey, I didn't mean to stop you from pursuing your studies, I just hope..."

"Is the patient awake?"

The doctor arrived just in time, interrupting their conversation. He quickly came to Lucius's side and glanced at the various instruments placed beside the bed.

"The patient is doing very well. Their diet should consist mainly of healthy, organic foods. They should avoid strenuous activity with their upper body for at least a week."

Pamela stayed in the ward to give the patient many instructions. Taking advantage of the brief opportunity, she immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a piece of paper and hid the scrap paper in her pocket.

Outside the ward, Brock, who was protecting his colleagues, spotted another visitor...

"I heard Mr. Lucius is injured again? I wonder if a psychologist is needed here to help him cope with his worries?"

With a beaming smile, Harleen waved at the burly man outside the door; she had come to the hospital the moment she received the news...

"Oh...shit, I knew it..."

As yet another beauty arrived, Brock covered his forehead.

That guy deserves to die...

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