Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

"I'm not afraid to tell you that these two friends of mine were comrades in the army. Unfortunately, they left the army in an dishonorable manner due to mistreatment of prisoners.

"Believe me, you don't want to fall into their hands. So just tell us where the money is, and you'll be spared a painful death. Otherwise, you'll beg us to end your life."

"No one knows all this?" asked the tinker, tilting his head.

Agent James said flatly, "No one knows."

"How can you be sure? Maybe you gave yourself away somewhere."

Agent James laughed triumphantly with his companions and said, "You're not expecting anyone to come and rescue you, are you? The Continental Hotel? That's impossible. No one knows what happened to you or what happened here."

Chapter 253 Delivered to your door

The Tinker's face was filled with shock, which pleased Agent James immensely. Even his two companions whistled with delight, enjoying the despair they had caused.

Agent James even revealed, "Haha, what do I do? I'm very familiar with the police and FBI's case handling procedures. Ever since that operation failed, I never mentioned anything about you. No one would know that I was targeting you.

"Even the news that you were going to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center was information gathered by others and has no direct connection to me. Even the two of them only knew about the big deal and had no idea it was related to you. So it's impossible for them to let it slip.

"I've told you all this just to make you give up. I've already considered every aspect of this. As for the Continental Hotel, they're powerful, but how much will they do for you? Are you worthy enough to warrant their revenge?"

"Don't expect those shady rats to jump out for someone as insignificant as you. You're not that important. And yet you foolishly took a sum of money that you couldn't protect. That's where you made a mistake."

Why is it so easy for others to rob me, but I get into trouble when I do it occasionally? Is it because I didn't completely silence the person who told me that I was in trouble? I guess I need to be smarter in the future.

The tinker sighed inwardly, then stood up and casually brushed off the dirt on his knees.

His actions, of course, also aroused the dissatisfaction of James and others. The man who was pointing a gun at the tinker from behind, hit him with the butt of his gun!

This time the tinker didn't play along, and the little force he used was useless. After being hit, he just turned around and grinned at the big white man who thought he had everything under control.

"What are you laughing at? Get down on your knees!" He then struck the butt of his rifle again. The result was the same: the tinker didn't even move. And it didn't seem like he was trying to hold on; it felt like hitting a block of iron.

Now the others also sensed something was wrong and raised their guns to aim.

Agent James threatened even more harshly: "I advise you to cooperate, otherwise we will shoot."

Just as the tinker was facing Agent James, exposing his back to others, the guilty guy who had hit the tinker with the butt of his gun couldn't help but pull the trigger and shot the target in the back of the head.

But the tinker seemed to have eyes on his back and dodged the shot with incredible speed.

Just as the bullet passed the Tinker, then grazed Agent James' cheek, and was about to hit the tree, the Tinker reached out and grabbed it from behind. This was to prevent the environment here from leaving traces of the bullet and blood with DNA.

Everyone present stared in amazement as the bullet dodged and in an instant ran behind James to grab something. Their short-circuited brains did not realize what they had seen at this moment.

Suddenly, a word popped into their minds. One of them said, "You are a mutant..."

Before anyone could finish their words, the tinker unleashed his super speed again. This time, he threw all three men back into the car they had driven, then used his heat ray to quickly weld the doors shut!

In this era, electric windows were not standard equipment on cars, and they only worked when the car was started. This car, which was not very old, had manual-crank windows.

So when they realized they were thrown back into the car, some tried to open the door, some frantically banged on the windows, and some shouted, "Let us out!" while shaking the window handles, trying to lower the windows as quickly as possible so they could climb out.

"Really? You're law enforcement officers. You're making a fool of me, a law-abiding alien. And there are plenty of people who laugh at you."

How could the dissatisfied tinkerer give them a chance? He held the bottom of the car with both hands, lifted it up easily, and then slipped under the car, lifting the entire car off the ground. Then it soared into the sky!

The other party had been kind enough to cover up all traces for him, and even taught him a lesson: no body, no case. A tinkerer should learn as he goes.

Using aqua regia or heat-rays to incinerate the body was too slow. Sinking it into the ocean or dumping it deep in the mountains and forests would still risk discovery. So the tinker, carrying a car on his back, flew vertically upward at breakneck speed, soon surging out of the atmosphere.

The three people in the car had already fainted during the upward surge, unable to withstand the powerful G-forces. The Tinker hadn't intended to use the bio-force field to protect anyone.

His speed was much faster than Earth's escape velocity, even far exceeding the thrust of all Earth's rockets. The three people in the car weren't simply unconscious, but had suffered serious injuries, including organ damage.

But before they could feel the air becoming thinner and the temperature dropping, the vacuum environment after leaving the atmosphere quickly took their lives.

The three of them were like inflated balloons, their skin stretched to its limit by the internal pressure. The internal bleeding from their damaged organs had turned their swollen skin red, almost oozing blood.

It was Henry's first time flying outside the atmosphere since mastering flight. For a moment, he felt a little uncomfortable. But the warm sunlight quickly lifted his body's discomfort. He felt a surge of warmth, and a noticeable increase in strength.

The object in his hand had long since become light and airy, having escaped the Earth's gravity. If he let go, the car might remain in its orbit, circling the Earth forever before colliding with another object and changing its direction.

The tinkerer had no intention of adding another completely useless piece of junk to Earth's already busy satellite orbit. He grabbed the car's front bumper, spun around, and hurled it toward the sun.

According to the tinker's estimation, at this speed, in a few months, this car that shouldn't be in outer space would be captured by the sun's gravity and sucked into the huge high-temperature incinerator, leaving nothing behind.

This method of destroying the body and covering up all traces shouldn't mean anyone could find any traces and trace it back to him. Aside from observing the ghost or having a dream, the tinker couldn't think of any other possibilities.

So, what about the souls of the dead? Could demons like Mephisto enter the sun and retrieve them? Or would they simply drift back to Earth? Or would they simply leave their bodies at death? Henry wondered.

He just floated in space, basking in the sunlight while wondering if he had done anything wrong recently. Why was he always being bothered by a bunch of inexplicable guys?

However, just a few minutes ago, the operator at the U.S. military's early warning radar base on the west coast discovered an abnormality on the radar map and immediately pressed the warning button.

The officer on duty immediately came to the radar operator and asked, "What did you find?"

"An unidentified object." Just as the radar operator pointed out the anomaly on the radar map, the target disappeared.

This unexpected change made both of them frown. Looking at the radar chart, all the civil aircraft flight numbers and routes were normal, as if the anomaly was just a screen glitch.

"Where did that come from just now?"

"Hmm..." the radar operator stammered.

"Answer."

"Sir, it's on the mainland, within California. And it's not moving."

"What's going on?" The officer on duty had also encountered this situation for the first time. He asked, "Are there any other characteristics?"

"Although the target didn't move, its altitude increased very quickly. I suspect it disappeared because it exceeded the radar's detection altitude."

"Was it an ICBM? Or a NASA rocket launch? Why didn't the nuclear early warning system sound an alarm?"

"That's unlikely. There's no missile launch base there, nor is it a NASA launch site. Besides, wouldn't we be notified in advance of such an operation? And the target is very small, not the size of a rocket."

"So what do you think that would be?"

"I don't know, sir," the radar operator said honestly. He looked at his superior's troubled expression and asked, "Should we record this unusual event and report it to our superiors?"

After racking their brains for a while, the officer on duty said, "Report the truth. Since the target appeared briefly and then disappeared, it's impossible to determine its threat. It's not our responsibility to investigate what this thing is; others will do that."

"Okay, sir." After giving a few words to the radar operator sitting next to him, the radar operator went to prepare the written report.

Chapter 254: Distant Relatives

As the new year arrived, Henry lay on the sofa in his rented apartment, basking in the winter sun. He didn't feel like doing anything, just pretending to be idle.

After six months of feeding, the tiger cub, Kitty (note: male tiger), had more than doubled in size. Previously, it was only the length of a forearm and a palm, but now it had stretched out and was almost as tall as Henry.

Katie was also lying on the large cat climbing frame where the sun could reach, with her two legs hanging outside the frame, basking in the warm sun.

Because Kryptonians are not susceptible to cold or heat, Henry didn't pay much attention to the heating system. However, there were many computer devices in the house that were sensitive to overheating, so the air conditioning was turned on continuously in the summer.

Having a tiger doesn't change the situation. They have fur for warmth, unlike humans.

Of course, Katie would not protest this situation. When it was time to bask in the sun, she would just stay quietly in the sun for a while, leaving the poor baby alone.

The tiger translator has made considerable progress, at least Katie can understand a limited number of commands and act according to Henry's instructions, such as the classic sit, reach out, turn around, stop, and come here.

As for eating, there was no need to teach her. As soon as she smelled the aroma of meat, Katie knew to sit down at the food bowl. After being slapped a few times by Henry, she became very well behaved and would not touch anything on the table.

Although the Black Clinic had reopened, Henry wasn't as enthusiastic as before. He had hoped to diagnose more difficult and complicated cases like the medical center and expand his clinical diagnostic experience.

However, if the mainland hotel system is the main source of customers, most of the people who come are suffering from knife and gun injuries. Simple surgical treatment is really not very attractive to Kryptonians.

So Henry's attitude now is more like trying to keep the clinic running half-heartedly before finding his next job.

He checked the exit mechanism of mainland hotels. Basically, if the service provider doesn't want to do it, then they don't do it, and there are no restrictions on withdrawal.

The reason why Baba Yaga's John Wick has to undertake "Mission Impossible" to seek an opportunity to exit is because he wants to exit the Russian gang, not the Continental Hotel.

Regardless of history, all gangs are the same: easy to join, hard to leave. Putting aside those hypocritical excuses, the reality is that anyone who has been in a gang knows some of the inside secrets.

If we allow people to come and go, then those who leave will tell these secrets to the police or rival gangs, causing losses to the gang. So what should we do? So it is better to raise the threshold for leaving and tie people to the gang.

Mainland hotels, however, don't have such a problem. For freelancers and contract workers, they are simply a platform. As long as the other party doesn't touch on deep confidential information, there is no need to restrict their freedom.

The Tinker's identity had already caught the attention of the FBI. They'd previously killed an agent, and as expected, the FBI hadn't been able to trace the Tinker back to him. At least things had been pretty quiet lately, with no one bothering them.

But this doesn't mean the tinker is free from worries. After all, he has already registered with the FBI. Whenever an agent goes astray, he will come to cause trouble again.

Therefore, during this period, the repairmen in the black clinics kept a much lower profile. And with the unfortunate example of Andrew Saxon, those black bosses preferred to receive treatment through the hospital system rather than looking for an unlicensed secret doctor who would call the police.

But in this way, those who have criminal records and are wanted will be even more afraid to approach the black clinic.

Because they are afraid of being charged an exorbitant price by the repairman and then being arrested by the police, fewer people are willing to go to black clinics.

Henry was more relaxed, since saving people had never been his main purpose.

I thought I'd spend the afternoon pretending to be bored, but Kitty the tiger suddenly growled. The translation software connecting BB and the brainwave sensor emitted a mechanical tone through the speaker.

：Someone.

This is one of Henry's recent achievements. Although his own brain can use the tiger's voice to translate its meaning as long as he collects enough templates, Henry also built a speaker so that Katie can speak human language through the machine.

Just as Katie's words were transmitted over the loudspeaker, the doorbell rang. Henry struggled to get up reluctantly and walked to the door. Although there was no peephole on the door, he could see people through his X-ray eyes.

The one who rang the doorbell was old Gary, who was twisting and turning in front of the door in an odd posture, as if he was ready to take off at any moment.

Henry opened the door and greeted, "Hello, Gary."

The startled landlord waved his hand coquettishly and said, "Hello, Henry." He then leaned over to greet the big 'cat' on the cat climbing frame in the house, "Hello, Katie."

"Roar."

：Hello.

After saying hello, Old Gary pulled Henry out and closed the door. He said, "That was a tiger roaring just now. You told me you had a tabby cat."

"You heard wrong, Gary. My cat's meow is quite unique and it has a hoarse voice." A Kryptonian lied with his eyes open.

"But it's so big."

"That's fat."

"...Anyway, don't let your little kitty bite anyone. I'll definitely call the police."

"OK, OK. Tell me, what do you want to see me for?" Henry quickly changed the subject.

Gary Sr. said, "Let me put it this way. A distant relative of my ex-wife came to Los Angeles for sightseeing and she wanted someone to show her around, especially Hollywood.

"She said she might develop in Hollywood, just like you did when you came to Los Angeles. I think you two would have common topics, and you have a car and you have a lot of free time.

"Are you interested in taking this job? The pay isn't very generous, but I can help you pay for gas and meals out. As long as you don't choose those hilariously expensive restaurants that specifically rip off tourists."

"My ex-wife's...distant relative? With this kind of relationship, are you going to secretly tell me to take him to the South District and then throw him on the roadside to teach him a lesson?" Henry asked in a low voice.

"That's not true." Old Gary shook his hand and said, "I have a good relationship with her family, but not with that woman. Besides, they are my children's family. If they come to Los Angeles to play, even if I can't accompany them all the time, I will try my best to help them."

"Oh, okay." Henry didn't refuse Old Gary's request. This male landlord, whose female attire was ahead of its time, had helped him a lot, so he thought he should give him a hand as a return of favor. He asked, "Who is the other party?"

"Barbara Morse."

: Wait, this name sounds familiar...

"A girl?" And only now did Henry realize that old Gary had been using 'she'.

His expression turned rather strange as Henry asked, "You're so confident in handing over a girl from your ex-wife's distant relative to me. Aren't you really hoping to unleash my bestiality and cause me to do something wicked and immoral?"

Since "Barbara" is also an American market name, and the last name "Morse" is not particularly special, Henry didn't think that this distant relative was the one from S.H.I.E.L.D.

But handing a girl over to a tenant, how big of a heart does this show, or how much trust does this show in yourself?

Old Gary smiled nonchalantly and said, "I've seen that girl. She was a gymnastics champion in high school. Although she has no relevant experience, she's quite skilled and seems capable of fighting. She's also very smart and is currently attending Georgia Institute of Technology.

"I suggested that if she wanted to make it in Hollywood, she could pursue a career as a martial arts actress. No one has done well in that field yet. With her looks, she has a chance."

...Okay, this smells right. Comrade Barbara Morse, former gymnastics champion. I wonder if it's too late to refuse now.

Chapter 255 Barbara Morse

Maybe they just have the same name and surname. There are not so many coincidences in this world.

When he saw him in person, Henry was simply amazed.

The woman in front of him had long wavy golden hair, sky-blue eyes, a toned and well-proportioned figure, not to mention her delicate face. All of these showed that she was an incredibly perfect blonde beauty.

The two of them met at a cafe that also sold breakfast. Barbara Morse, who had arrived earlier, was enjoying a bagel and a cup of fragrant black coffee.

She was wearing a matte rose long-sleeved T-shirt with the words 'ASK_ME_ABOUT_MY_FEMINIST_AGENDA' on it, jeans and sneakers.