Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Then put on a suit jacket to keep yourself from running around topless in this damn winter.

The old gunman was quite satisfied with Henry's behavior. If he really used his clothes to cover his bird, he would have to consider whether he should throw away the suit.

In fact, he regretted it after he lent the clothes. Fortunately, Henry did not do so.

He said to everyone, "Let's go back to the hotel to collect the bounty. The cleanup team will handle this."

Someone said to him, "The target hasn't been achieved yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the gunfight in the distance quiet down, and then there were three consecutive gunshots of "bang bang bang!"

The old gunman laughed and said, "You young people, don't you know what Baba Yaga in the Russian gang means?"

Now no one doubted the old gunman's instructions anymore, and they all put away their guns and turned back.

Chapter 212 Los Angeles Continental Hotel

The Continental Hotel Los Angeles is located in the heart of the city, between Dodger Stadium and Los Angeles Chinatown, in an area that was developed quite early.

Compared to the Continental Hotel in New York with its distinctive flatiron triangle shape, the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles has a much more plain exterior.

As a building built around the same time, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, the exterior of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles has an industrial style unique to the United States.

The innovative steel frame structure and rivet-type connection method eliminate the need for heavy load-bearing walls to support the building's structure, allowing for larger windows and better lighting.

The exterior walls feature bold arched designs, incorporating French Gothic influences. This architectural masterpiece stands out against the backdrop of surrounding buildings.

A group of gunmen who had just stormed into the home of a state legislator walked into the building as if nothing had happened. Some of them were even covered in blood, but the greeters at the door did not try to stop them.

Compared to the people led by the old gunman who suffered few injuries, the Russian gang that ran into the fat congressman's retreating team suffered much more tragic casualties.

However, they did not enter through the main gate, but entered through another door in the alley. People who were shot were constantly being helped in by their companions, and some were even covered with white cloth and carried in.

They will lead to another lobby, which is different from the hotel's normal lobby for welcoming guests.

Henry followed the old gunman and entered through the main entrance, walked through the corridor, and came to another lobby of the hotel. He saw a large number of hotel staff frantically providing first aid to the wounded of the Russian gang.

Minor injuries are easy to deal with, but if they are serious injuries, even though the mainland hotel has doctors with excellent surgical skills stationed there, they cannot cope with the influx of so many injured people at the same time.

But none of this had anything to do with Henry. He was just curiously looking around, taking a look at the interior of this hotel building that he had passed by many times but never entered.

Different from the bright lobbies of ordinary hotels or star-rated hotels, the lobbies of the Continental Hotel series are like bars specially for men and women to date, creating a dark and ambiguous atmosphere.

But such an environment is not very friendly to first aid workers or those receiving first aid. Especially when there are so many injured people, many of them are lying on the tables in the hall instead of entering the special medical room.

So emergency personnel can only try different methods, such as biting a flashlight or pulling a standing lamp next to them to increase the brightness of the light.

"Charlie, what's going on? You're not secretly helping Congressman Mike Liddell Horton shoot down the Russian gang, are you?"

The speaker was a city beauty wearing a violet skirt and a white fox fur coat draped over her shoulders. Her long red hair cascaded down the fur coat like a wave, and her blood-red lips were striking even in the dim light.

But her sharp and powerful eyes are enough to destroy all the beauty in her, making people's admiration disappear, leaving only deep awe.

The veteran gunman, who had been singled out, also noticed the Russian gang's unfriendly gazes. He smiled wryly and said, "Ms. Fisher, how could I possibly do such a thing? The reward for today's mission was already distributed from the beginning."

"Even if I kill a few Russians, my reward won't increase. Wasting bullets like this doesn't suit my character. You should understand that."

"So, can you explain to me why?" The lady, with her arms crossed, noticed Henry's strange outfit and unfamiliar face, and asked, "Also, who is this young man who doesn't know etiquette?"

"Henry Brown, the mutant with bulletproof abilities, was originally considered the difficulty of this mission," Charlie introduced.

When Moonee Fisher heard this, she immediately understood the origin of the man's unusual lower body shape. She then asked, "Is this the bullet hole you shot?"

"No, it was the black congressman's men who beat him."

"What's going on?"

Charlie held out his hand, signaling that the opportunity would be given to him to speak in person. Henry saw the woman's gaze turn towards him, and he spoke fearlessly, "Someone offered me a job I didn't want, and I refused to cooperate, so he got angry. That's it."

In a few words, the whole story was told. Muni Fisher hadn't expected this to happen, so she asked, "So, the bullet holes in your body were inflicted by the congressman's men?"

"Yes, they fought so hard that they used up all their bullets."

"When we discovered this," said Charles, "we attacked immediately. Few of the black man and his men remained to fight. Except for those we killed, the others fled.

"And leave this guy behind. This is probably why the Russians suffered so many casualties. They essentially ran into a relatively intact enemy force."

As soon as Charlie finished speaking, everyone turned their attention to Henry again, which made the Kryptonian smile shyly.

"So, how about you bringing him back?" Moonee Fisher asked again.

"The request wasn't to leave any of him alive, but I can't handle that. And he's clearly not in the same group as that black man, so I don't think it's necessary to kill him. So I brought him back and I'll give you a decision on how to deal with him."

Muni Fisher was somewhat dissatisfied with her subordinates throwing the problem back to her, and her disapproving expression was naturally caught by others.

Then someone said in a flattering tone, "Ms. Fisher, there's no need to worry about this. Just put a mutant suppression collar on this guy and shoot him in the head. Everything will be solved. It's not difficult at all."

The mutant suppression collar is also one of the effective means used by this world to control mutants. However, it only suppresses mutant abilities, not cancels them.

If the mutant's ability is too strong, the collar's suppressive ability will not be able to play its role well.

At this time, another function of the collar is very important. That is, when the wearer is detected to use mutant abilities, the collar will trigger the electric shock effect and punish the wearer.

Some collars are equipped with bombs that will directly blow the wearer's head to pieces if he uses his mutant abilities.

Most mutants can be controlled with this prop, but unfortunately it is limited by the battery life of this era, so this is only a temporary measure.

Prisons for mutants have specially designed cells tailored to their abilities. For example, to hold Magneto, they have to prepare an all-plastic, individual cell.

However, Muni Fisher refused to accept such advice. She addressed the flatterer, who had hit the horse's leg, and said sternly, "No business is allowed within the hotel. This is a hard and fast rule. As long as he enters, he will be under my protection."

Then he looked at Henry and said, "But don't think that this protection is permanent. This is not a refugee shelter. If you can't afford to stay here, you can only get out. So the question is, how do you plan to make me change my mind?"

Chapter 213 First Aid

Does this mean he's trying to redeem himself? Henry wondered.

Anyway, it is impossible to solve the problem by simply promising yourself to be with me, otherwise the problem would be much simpler.

Or is he trying to use this favor to control me? That's wishful thinking.

Henry glanced at a nearby victim, bleeding profusely after being injured by an emergency medical technician. The serious surgeon, overwhelmed with other emergency procedures, couldn't come to help. The injured man was about to be killed by the incompetent surgeon.

Pointing at the person who was being rescued, Henry said, "I can handle this." After saying that, he walked over and pushed the person aside.

Seeing this, the Russian gang members seemed to want to stop Henry's actions, but none of them were as quick as Henry.

I saw the hemostat go in, then the tweezers go in. When the tweezers came out, the bullet that had shot into the body had been clamped out and placed on the iron plate.

As for the bleeding, it was just that there was a lot of blood coming out, which looked a bit scary. But the bleeding has stopped, which can be seen from the change in the amount of blood in the wound.

Those Russian gang members who wanted to stop the people were caught in a dilemma and looked at each other in confusion.

Hemostats can be used to fix the wound, so tweezers are no longer useful. Henry lowered his hand and said to the paramedic he had pushed away earlier, "The bleeding has stopped. After draining the blood, we can suture it with electrocautery or ligature. You know how to do this, right?"

Henry returned to his original position without caring whether the paramedic wanted to take over or not.

Suddenly, one of the Russian gang rushed out and said, "You can save them, why don't you continue?"

This man was tall, nearly 1.9 meters tall, and relatively thin. His face had a sense of vicissitudes, and his eyes were somewhat melancholy. He was the kind of person who stood out in the crowd. He was a typical handsome man of Slavic descent.

Henry certainly wasn't about to be turned gay by someone like that. He simply rubbed his fingers together in a mercenary manner and said with a smile, "I don't have any obligation to save people. But for you, I'm not opposed to helping you for a fee. You know what I mean."

The man who jumped out didn't look like the leader of the Russian gang. But he was quite generous in saving his companions. He took out a handful of gold coins from his pocket, put them on the table, and said, "Save one person, one gold coin."

Henry feigned confusion, picked up a gold coin, examined it, and weighed it in his hand. He asked, "This doesn't look like an official eagle, nor does it look like an antique. Is there an ounce of gold in it?"

The Gold Eagle is the official gold coin of the United States Mint, minted since 1986. It is available in four sizes, with legal denominations of 5, 10, 25, and 50 cents. It is composed of approximately 91% gold, with the remainder being silver and copper.

In an era of low gold prices, this commemorative item is used to profit from the price difference. Don't you think that in the future, when the value of gold exceeds the legal tender value, they will stop making it?

However, the front of the Eagle Gold Coin features the Statue of Liberty, and the back features two bald eagles, the national bird of the United States.

The gold coin in Henry's hand has a blindfolded goddess, possibly Athena, holding a sword and shield in her right hand and a mint leaf in her left. The outer ring is decorated with a laurel wreath. The Latin words "Ex_UnitaeVires" are on it, which means "Unity is strength."

The reverse features the same sword and shield background, with a lion in the foreground. The Latin inscription 'Ens_Causa_Sui', meaning '(something) originates from this body', is also included. Following this is a series of Roman numerals, 'M CM LXXX III', indicating the minting year, 1983.

The handsome Slavic man took out the gold coin and said, "No, this is the gold coin of the High Table. One gold coin, one promise. In my world, this is a more useful currency than US dollars."

"Oh, can I use this gold coin to ask you to do something for me?" Henry asked.

"I also have the right to choose whether to accept it or not."

"Hmm~" Henry put the gold coins in his pocket, picked up the rubber gloves beside him and put them on. He finished removing the bullet and stopping the bleeding of the wounded, including the final suture of the wound.

As for minor injuries elsewhere on the body, I sewed up what needed stitching, and bandaged those that didn't. While the movements were quick, they were still within human capabilities. Just be careful not to treat the person you were working on as a living being.

After the injury is treated, those who have been given Mafei will be allowed to rest, and those who have not been given Mafei will be given another shot.

After completing first aid for one person, Henry picked up another gold coin and turned to the next person.

Of course, he was not looking for those who were easy to save and who would no longer be in serious trouble after being treated by the hotel's emergency personnel; instead, he was looking for those who could not wait for a proper doctor to come and who could not be treated by the emergency personnel and were about to die.

Henry didn't change his gloves or equipment, just to make sure he didn't get infected by the blood. He didn't care if the wounded he was treating had any infectious diseases that could cause cross-infection, because everyone here did the same thing anyway.

When compared with other people, Henry's seemingly smooth speed seems a little abnormal.

Although his hand speed looked like that of an experienced doctor, he acted without hesitation and sewed and sutured quite quickly, but it was still within the normal range.

But the reason Henry was faster than others was because other emergency personnel had to find the bullet in the wound; if there was bleeding, they had to find the bleeding point. If they were less skilled, searching inside someone's body could cause death from the pain.

But Henry, with his X-ray vision, was very accurate in his moves, without any unnecessary movements, which saved him a lot of time compared to others.

Then they provided a one-stop service including suturing, tying stitches, putting on a horse and knocking out the wounded. All the wounded were obedient and didn't say a word.

So much so that after Henry had rescued three people, the doctor affiliated with the Continental Hotel was still saving the injured person he had originally chosen.

It wasn't that the old doctor was slow, but rather that his unfortunate subordinate had been shot multiple times in different locations. As the only person present who was eligible for a blood transfusion, one can imagine how serious his condition was.

This is a gangster who cannot give up on his brothers easily when he can save them, otherwise he will be the one to be abandoned one day. Otherwise, according to the emergency treatment standards, such people would have been put at the end of the queue, and those with a greater chance of survival would be saved first.

The unfortunate few who were shot were actually quite few, and most of the emergency personnel handled the situation appropriately. Regardless, the Continental Hotel, as both a sanctuary and a brokerage for assassins, had a highly skilled surgical staff.

The unlucky few Henry picked out were shot in particularly tricky locations, which is why he intervened to save them, and the emergency workers who were squeezed out of the way didn't object. Otherwise, he, who was trying to steal their business, would have been kicked out long ago.

However, in the end, there was still one person who had not completed the treatment after being shot because he scolded several emergency personnel away.

Henry followed the Slav who was taking out the gold coins and came to the old man who was shot.

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Chapter 214 An unexpected surgical opportunity

"Do you want to live?" Henry asked.

"Do you want to die?" asked the old man lying on the table who was struggling to get up.

Henry swept away all the gold coins that the Slav had placed on the table, but he kept only one for himself and returned the rest to their original owners. At the same time, he said to him, "If you want me to help him, I'll have a few people hold his hands and feet down."

After stuffing the remaining gold coins back into his pocket, the Slav winked behind him, and three or five strong men came forward and grabbed the old man's limbs.

The old man cursed, "Damn it, what are you bastards doing? Believe it or not, I will shoot you to death."

The melancholic handsome Slavic man shook his head and said, "If you don't heal yourself, you won't have this chance."

Henry ripped open the clothes where he had been shot, near the left lower lung. The blood that flowed out was not the right color, too thick and dark, almost black.

The old man also had a cough. His violent coughing made it difficult for the first responders to help him. The first responders' clumsy movements further provoked the old man to rant and rave, his voice doubling.

Without a second thought, Henry pressed down on the old man's chest. The pain nearly made him jump up, and a headbutt knocked Henry unconscious. Fortunately, his companions held down his limbs, preventing him from succeeding.

Henry, who saw this, said, "You have lung cancer?"

"You have lung cancer. Your whole family has it. Even your entire body is covered in it." The old man said with full energy, not looking like a lung cancer patient at all. But as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed violently, almost vomiting his lungs.

Henry saw this and said happily, "You're so lucky. I've even agreed to treat you. And I've never had lung cancer removed. Oh, I should say I haven't had anything removed."

As if he knew he was in great trouble, the old man shouted excitedly: "What are you going to do, you quack!"

"I'm trying to help you."

"I didn't ask for your help! Get out, get out!"

"But I've already promised someone else. If you think you can stop the doctor from operating by refusing, then you have to go to a regular hospital."

If surgery is required, the first aid kit on hand may not be sufficient. There is also the issue of anesthesia.

Major surgeries all require general anesthesia to prevent patients from moving their bodies due to discomfort or pain during the operation. This not only makes it difficult for doctors to perform the operation, but also increases the unnecessary risk of accidental injury to other parts of the body.

But anesthesia is also a science, too much or too little can cause problems.