Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Harsh, but true.

Susie Bonin then asked, "Was my child's surgery successful?"

The thoracic and abdominal surgeon, the leading figure, spoke before anyone else, "Don't worry. The operation was a complete success. We've never seen such exquisite skill, so fast and so efficient."

"During the operation, we also observed that the appendix had perforated and pus had flowed into the abdominal cavity. However, it has been completely cleaned and closed with sutures.

"All you need to do now is rest and recuperate, young master. Once you're fully recovered, you can be discharged. Ah, that surgeon's surgical skills are truly exceptional. I wonder how they developed them. I'm really looking forward to learning from him."

This authority praised people every time he spoke, which shocked the others.

But fellow doctors were the quickest to react, immediately realizing this wasn't genuine admiration or some form of flattery. It was simply a way of telling others that the surgery had nothing to do with them. The surgeon holding the knife was too skilled; it wasn't their place to interfere.

At this time, they also started to say: "Yeah, seeing that person's skills, I could only stand aside, dumbfounded." "That's right, that's it." ...

Who wants to be associated with this surgery? If possible, they all want to say that the operating room no longer belongs to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.

"But why does my abdomen still hurt?" asked Thomas Bonin, lying on the hospital bed.

"Sir, the pain now is different from before. It's not on the inside of the abdomen, but mainly on the belly." A doctor came forward to ask.

"Yes, that's it."

"Don't worry, this is what it feels like after a successful surgical lesion removal. Once the surgical wound heals, you'll be able to move around as usual."

Thomas Bonin hesitated and added, "But it still hurts."

The doctor in charge said, "Let's put it this way. We didn't dare use painkillers before because their properties might affect some medical treatments. Without knowing for sure what method the surgeon would use, we didn't dare to act rashly."

"But now that the surgery is complete, it's okay to use painkillers. I'll write you a prescription for painkillers right away and have a nurse come over to relieve your pain as quickly as possible."

Thomas Bonin said, "Doesn't that scar-faced guy know some special anesthesia method? He made me feel nothing during the operation. Let him do it again. I can't help it."

Thomas Bonin had barely finished speaking when he felt something was amiss. Holding his head, he tried to recall, "Oh, right. How did he anesthetize me? I have no recollection of it."

At this moment, a young doctor whispered from the back of the crowd, "Again? Want someone to go to the sporting goods store and buy a baseball bat?"

Those who heard it nearby either gave anxious glances or quietly moved away from the guy who was seeking death.

Anyone who dares to use a baseball bat to administer physical anesthesia to a patient, accompanied by a massive memory wipe, will be sued to the point of bankruptcy tomorrow. Besides that unlicensed, illegal doctor, who else would dare to do that?

This wasn't just a joke about career prospects; it was a joke about my own future. With ordinary patients, a few years in jail wouldn't be a problem. But with this guy, he could lose his life.

Even now, those doctors who took the time to come here hoping to see special medical skills are extremely regretful. They regret that they saw that thing instead.

How nice it would be if I had never been here and knew nothing.

It would be best if the person in front of me never remembered being knocked unconscious. Otherwise, when he did remember, there might be another bloody storm.

So, looking at the mother who was always concerned about where her child was in pain, the thoracic and abdominal surgery expert, who was the most senior and most likely to be implicated, had to step forward and say:

"Councilor Bonin, please don't worry. Your son's current symptoms are completely post-operative. With the care of our professional team, he will definitely recover in the shortest possible time.

"Although his method wasn't entirely formal, the most important thing is that your son's health is safe. Right? Now, we should let the patient rest and let the nurse take care of him."

"Yes, Doctor, thank you."

Even the most experienced doctor wouldn't dare accept this thank you. The authority said, "No, Senator, you're thanking the wrong person. This is entirely due to that person. I didn't do anything, and I couldn't have done anything."

"Ah, it has nothing to do with me! You found this person yourself!" The old doctor shouted in his heart.

"Wait a minute! Bat! Did that scar-faced guy hit me with a bat?" Thomas Bonin shouted as he sat up.

The old doctor, as expected of an old doctor, lost control of his expression in an instant. He immediately thought of the stairs with a look of horror on his face and said, "Is there such a thing? Could it be that you remembered it wrongly, sir?"

"But when we enter the operating room, you'll already be in a deep sleep, ready for surgery. I'll have to ask someone else about what happened before that. If you have any questions, I'll confirm it for you."

"Really...did I remember it wrong?" Thomas Bonin slapped his head and said unconfidently.

Chapter 251 The FBI Invites

Having successfully rescued another scumbag, the tinker felt nothing. He knew that the only people this scumbag would harm in the future were the Americans, so what did it have to do with him?

He couldn't expect that only poor, kind people would come to him. He could just play the role of a blacklisted doctor who was willing to provide free medical treatment to the poor without asking for anything in return.

In fact, truly good people do not covet such free resources. They also know how to use the resources at hand effectively to avoid falling into a situation where they have to rely on others for charity, so that they can neither become rich nor starve to death.

Based on the tinker's experience over the past six months, anyone who comes to him is either bad or stupid. Think about where the saying "There's always something hateful about a pitiful person" comes from.

Drinking alcohol can lead to liver cancer, smoking can lead to lung cancer, chewing betel nut can lead to oral cancer, and promiscuity can lead to AIDS. Could good people do these things? These people may be considered vulnerable, but they are not necessarily good people.

Otherwise, there are some parents who would rather spend their money on buying medicine and then bring their sick children to seek free medical care; or there are poor people who think the illness is not that serious and have to wait until it is terminally ill before seeking help from doctors.

If the choice of saving or not saving a person is based on whether he is good or bad, then the repairman will have no chance to practice his medical skills and increase his clinical experience.

He remembered clearly that his original intention was not to do good deeds, but simply to find some free guinea pigs. Compared with those scientists who conducted illegal human experiments, at least his goal was to save lives as a secondary goal, not to experiment or kill people.

After leaving Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, the Tinker planned to find a dark alley without surveillance and use his super speed to get home.

In the United States at that time, although it was not like it is today, there were surveillance cameras in every street and alley watching the people's every move.

However, as a top medical center, Cedars-Sinai pays close attention to security. Therefore, there are many surveillance cameras installed, ensuring that there are almost no areas that are overlooked.

Either walk further away or go into the only fire escape between two apartment buildings near the medical center.

Although my abilities have been largely revealed to some people, they haven't been made public yet. So, in daily life, I avoid using them if I can, and avoid exposing them if I can. That's the general principle.

However, today there was a car parked in this normally unused fire lane, and the repairman noticed that there were three people sitting in the car.

Turning back as soon as he saw something was too obvious. To avoid showing his unusual behavior, the tinker decided to cross the fire lane and find another place without surveillance or human presence, then use his super speed to leave.

Anyway, it feels a bit strange to be walking down the streets of Los Angeles dressed as a tinker.

But halfway through, the tinker sensed something was amiss. The three people in the car seemed a bit agitated. Should he turn back? Or... just watch the excitement?

When he passed the car, it was too late to run. The three people in the car got out at the same time and surrounded the tinker's way from front to back.

If I really ran away, it would seem like I was guilty of something. I might as well wait and see what the other party was up to, the tinker thought.

The person opposite wasn't a Riddler either. The leader immediately produced his ID and said, "FBI, I'm Senior Special Agent James. I hope you can cooperate with our investigation, sir."

Although their tone was still quite soft, except for the FBI agent, the other two had guns in their hands, but they were not pointing them at anyone.

The tinker, carrying the briefcase, asked, "Do you have a warrant?"

When I left the medical center, the bat had been crushed into an aluminum pancake and thrown into my bag to destroy the evidence. It seemed I had acted too quickly. What a shame.

Agent James smiled and said, "I don't have an arrest warrant, so I said I want you to cooperate with the investigation."

"What if I don't cooperate?" asked the tinker.

"There's always a way to get you to agree, isn't there?"

If someone holding public power wants to cause trouble for you, they will always find a way to do it. Unless you have a big lawyer as your backer, you can make them speechless.

It's not enough for a tinker to just read a few law books and memorize the statutes. The most important thing is the lawyer's license.

Even if you can defend yourself in court, you still have to cooperate with the police or the FBI and other law enforcement agencies and follow the procedures. If you don't cooperate, you will be charged with a crime, and in serious cases, you will be forced to empty your magazine on the spot.

Even if they successfully defend themselves and are found not guilty, if they want to file a complaint against the police or other law enforcement agencies, they still need a lawyer as a backing, which is what makes these people really afraid.

Otherwise, ordinary people's complaints, no matter how correct the cited laws are, how sufficient the complaint content is, and how complete the evidence is, will still be shelved.

So, just because you've memorized legal texts doesn't mean you're invincible. Your lawyer's license is what intimidates law enforcement.

The tinkerer, who didn't have a license to protect himself, could only ask helplessly, "Then may I know what it's about?"

'Has the surgery just now been reported?' the tinker thought.

But Cedars-Sinai Medical Center wouldn't do such a thing. If they were to report their own mistakes, they would also be held liable for lending out the operating room. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

Fortunately, Agent James quickly responded, saying, "I'm asking for your cooperation in the investigation into the crime syndicate leader, Andrew Saxon."

The repairman immediately realized that the other party came for the remaining 'medical fee' of the one million.

Because if they wanted to convict Andrew Saxon, the tinker could not provide any evidence to prove that the other party had committed a crime, so there was no point in arresting himself.

So, the only option is to find someone to get me out. Or, could I just surrender my ill-gotten gains, admit to practicing medicine illegally, and follow the rules? Would that solve the problem?

While mentally evaluating the consequences of several options, the tinker sighed and asked, "I see. I don't think I'll need to cuff them."

If you want to survive in human society, you have to follow the rules. Actually, running away isn't impossible, but at most you'll have to give up the 'tinker' disguise.

But the problem is that the identity of 'Tinker' and 'Henry Brown' is not completely separated, and many people know the relationship between the two identities.

Although he has a different face, black and white hair, and a noticeable scar, if someone really wants to trace it, they can still find it on Henry Brown.

This reminded him of the warning Old Tom had given him when he was applying for his documents in Alaska. If you want to do something bad, don't do it under the name 'Henry Brown.' If you mess up the name, you'll be in trouble later.

It is true that people cannot teach people, but things can teach them once they are taught. This lesson is really impressive.

Agent James didn't pull out the handcuffs. He simply opened the back door and gestured "please." He said, "This isn't the place to talk. Let's find another suitable location."

This wasn't the first time this had happened to me. Did the FBI really like to do this? They'd take people away under the pretext of assisting with an investigation, and they'd verbally threaten them if they refused.

We should investigate whether this practice is legal or just a way to scare those with hidden agendas. Should we confront them head-on? Is this the correct course of action?

Chapter 252: Nowhere

The tinker's briefcase was taken away by the FBI and thrown into the trunk. Before putting it away, they carefully searched the inside to see if there was anything inappropriate.

They were just simple medical devices, some tablet-shaped medications. As long as they weren't in rice form, it would be hard for the average person to directly associate them with desecration. Only when they carefully investigated the medication's origins would they become suspicious.

The tinker sat in the middle of the back seat, flanked by the other team's men, while Agent James drove the car, choosing secluded roads and heading towards the suburbs.

Although he didn't know where the other party's destination was, the tinker was sure that the other party was not going to the FBI's Los Angeles office. That was in the city center, not in the suburbs.

This strange behavior made the tinker pay more attention to the two people beside him. Through X-ray vision, he found that there was no FBI ID in their wallets. There was no other identification in their other pockets.

Were these two not FBI agents? However, the ID of Agent James, the driver, was genuine. At least compared to the IDs of the FBI agents he had seen while accompanying Ms. Hepburn, there were no obvious flaws in the regulations.

So what's going on now? The tinker was a little confused.

Kryptonians have a wide range of abilities, but they can't read minds. So the Tinker can only be patient and see what the other person is up to. Otherwise, he won't even know how to respond.

The feeling of passively waiting for others to reveal the truth is actually quite bad, but we have to cooperate because there are many cases of sting enforcement like this by American police.

First, they use some inexplicable reasons to cause trouble for others. Everyone knows that this behavior is not necessarily legal or compliant. However, if the person being troubled gives an emotional or physical reaction, it can become a solid evidence of guilt.

This is also why American law enforcement lacks credibility in the eyes of certain groups, simply because they've been ripped off so many times. It seems I need to change my attitude and stay away from these guys.

No one in the car spoke, and a dull atmosphere permeated the air. The tinker wasn't a talkative person to begin with, and the two people sitting beside him were more like prison guards escorting prisoners, exerting invisible pressure through their taciturn attitude.

Only Agent James, driving, was a bit busier. He'd glance left and right through the windshield from time to time, then choose a detour. Once they reached the outskirts, they kept taking side roads, eventually turning onto a road leading into the forest, one that wasn't even paved.

The repairman realized something, but remained calm.

The car finally stopped at a point where it could no longer go further, deep in the forest. Although there was no snow in the Los Angeles area during the winter, the temperature was very low. Exhaling would produce a cloud of white mist.

It was at this point that Agent James, who was in the driver's seat, said, "Get out of the car."

The tinker feigned surprise and asked, "Is this a suitable place for this conversation?"

"That's perfect." Agent James turned his head, showing his yellow teeth to the back seat, and winked at his companion.

One of them got off the car first, and the person on the other side pushed and shoved the repairman out of the car.

Before the man could stand firm, he hit him with the butt of his pistol, knocking him to his knees.

This was of course due to the repairman's excellent acting skills and good coordination... otherwise, the hit on the back of the head would have been only slightly more obvious than a mosquito or fly landing on the skin.

The guy who hit the man with the butt of his gun asked anxiously, "Tell me. Where did you hide the six hundred thousand? Not to mention that in just two months, you've already spent it all."

Although he was kneeling on the ground, the tinker stood up and asked, "Is this FBI business? Can I file a complaint against you for illegal interrogation and torture?"

Agent James said with a wicked smile, "Do you think you still have a chance to leave here alive and complain about me to the FBI? Because you played some tricks on the kids in your clinic, and I got a grudge from my boss.

"For the past two months, you can't imagine what kind of life I've been leading. With a simple transfer order, I was assigned the unencumbered job of guarding the database. I couldn't go out on field missions, so I received no service pay, and I never received any bonuses.

"The family loan, the alimony from my ex-wife. All those inexplicable debts that appeared out of nowhere. I have been working so hard all this time just to live a better life.

"But God didn't respond to my efforts, so I had to figure it out on my own. You can agree. I'm sorry for your situation. You're a criminal, and that was ill-gotten gains.

"I am just exercising my power to maintain social order. I want money to be used by good people, rather than letting good people starve to death and bad people get away with it and live an enviable life.

"So I suggest you tell us the whereabouts of the money. This way you can avoid some physical pain and save us some trouble. It's a win-win situation."

The tinker was dumbfounded by this twisted logic. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Sir, you're a government law enforcement officer. Is this okay? Do you think you can hide what you've done?"

Agent James and his two companions smiled at each other and said, "Why not? No one knows what I am going to do, no one saw us taking you away, and this place is remote and not many people know about it.

"That is to say, no matter what happens to you today, you will only be a missing person. Do you know how many missing people there are in the United States every year, and how many of these missing people are found?

"As long as there's no body, there's no murder. Without a murder, there won't be a major investigation. Ultimately, you're just an insignificant number in our eyes.