After the polite handshake ended, Bucky ignored Strange, who was unconscious and lying on the ground, and cleaned up the scene, erasing all traces that might reveal his whereabouts. Before leaving, he also took out the central processor of Sean the robot.
Since it is an acting, it is necessary to perform the whole set. There is no reason to deal with all the details and leave the biggest evidence unprocessed.
With their fingers connected to their hearts, Strange fainted due to severe pain. When he woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed, his hands wrapped in layers of gauze, suspended in mid-air by a fixator with steel pins inserted, and he felt...
Because of the medical local analgesic, he didn't feel anything, as if the hands in front of him belonged to someone else.
"Oh God! If this is a dream, please wake me up quickly..."
Strange really wished that these hands were not his. He closed his eyes in pain, not daring to face the reality.
It is said that it is better to die than to live, but Strange would rather be dead. As the top neurosurgeon in the industry, he could see at a glance that the surgeon in charge was garbage. His hands were disabled and his career was over.
, life is over.
"Stephen, are you awake?"
Female doctor Christine Palmer pushed open the door and saw Strange in a daze on the hospital bed. She put down the medical records in her hands, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him.
Palmer and Strange are colleagues, and they will be colleagues in a few years. There is no possibility of a breakthrough.
Because Strange's character is extremely bad, his talent attracts Palmer's admiration and affection, but his poor character has no sense of security, which discourages Palmer.
Palmer has a very accurate vision and can see through Strange's true nature at a glance. Otherwise, he will definitely be eaten up and thrown into the trash can, and his relationship will change from that of a colleague to that of a passerby.
In Strange's opinion, Palmer is very beautiful and has a good personality. As for his medical skills...
A doctor who is doing nothing does not know what he is busy with all day long.
That's right, in Strange's eyes, except for him, all other doctors are garbage. If there is any difference, it is also the difference between garbage classification.
Strange took a few sips of warm water, and when he saw the medical records on the table, it was like seeing a life-saving straw, and his eyes immediately lit up.
He still had luck in his heart, just like falling from a cliff and not getting hurt, and he hoped that a miracle would happen again.
"Christine, I want to see my medical records."
Palmer's expression changed slightly: "No, I think..."
"Bring it to me! Now!"
"..." Palmer sighed, opened the medical record and placed it in front of Strange.
Most of the ligaments in both hands were ruptured, and the nerves in the hands were severely damaged. When he was discovered by the rescue team, he missed the golden time for treatment. Although his hands were saved, his career as a surgeon was cut off, and he no longer had the possibility to hold a scalpel.
Not to mention scalpels, razors, and nail clippers!
"They destroyed me..." Strange closed his eyes and after muttering, tears couldn't stop flowing down.
"Stephen, it's okay, everything will be fine."
Palmer put his hand on Strange's shoulder and patted him: "In the medical world, nothing is absolute. Just like what you did, you still have the possibility of recovery."
"Save it, I can no longer afford a scalpel, who else can perform miracles?"
Strange's accumulated resentment suddenly erupted, and he glared at his hands: "Is it the trash who operated on me, or who is it? God or the devil?"
Palmer lowered his head and said nothing. The importance of his hands to the surgeon was self-evident. If he were in her shoes and lying on the hospital bed, he would probably have the same emotional breakdown as Strange.
She knew that Strange was not willing to give in, and after a moment she comforted him: "You are an excellent doctor with rich experience. Even if you can't hold a knife, you still have many ways to treat patients..."
Palmer said a lot of encouraging words, but Strange didn't listen to any of them. He stared blankly ahead, only to feel that his vision was completely dark.
Just when Palmer was about to say something more, the door to the ward was pushed open and a man in a black suit walked in.
"Who are you?"
"FBI!"
The man took out his ID and nodded lightly: "I would like to talk to Mr. Stephen Strange alone and ask about last night's attack."
"Okay, but his mood is not stable, so please don't irritate him too much." After finishing speaking, Palmer left the ward.
"Hello, Mr. Strange, I know you are in a bad mood right now, so I won't say any more nonsense. Please cooperate in answering a few questions and assist in handling the case and arresting the criminal. I think you don't want the culprit to remain at large...
"
Agent Brock Rumlow from the FBI, with a few simple words, aroused Strange's desire to cooperate in handling the case.
Well, Agent Brock Rumlow is actually an agent from SHIELD, and the FBI is a commonly used vest. Well... since SHIELD is also a vest, he is from Hydra.
The case of Strange's attack was included in the police files. After all, war weapons such as RPG rocket launchers appeared. It is impossible not to pay attention to it.
But in fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. was more interested in the fact that Strange fell from the cliff and ended up unscathed.
After some arrangements, the superior department of SHIELD allocated personnel, and the task fell into the hands of Brock Rumlow, also known as "Crossbones".
Crossbones and Captain America are mortal enemies, whether in comics or movies, but they will no longer be. Under Russell's control, everyone has become their own people.
"Agent, what do you want to know?"
Revenge was at work, and Strange expressed his active cooperation. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Agent, last night, my friend Billy called me and said that there was a man named Ben.
Nidhi's patient needs surgery, and his situation is exactly the same as mine..."
"This is an extremely bad conspiracy. You can contact Billy. He must know something."
Rumlow shrugged: "Sorry, Mr. Strange, we sorted out your communication records while you were in a coma. The call from an unknown source was not made by your friend Billy. He didn't know anything."
"How is that possible?" Strange said as if he was struck by lightning.
"What impression do you have of the attacker?"
Rumlow guided: "The traces at the scene were cleaned up very cleanly by professionals. We can't find any clues. I hope you can provide some important information, such as the attacker's appearance and accent."
"My robot butler Sean..."
"No, it was destroyed by the other party, leaving only an empty shell."
"You can go to usr company. I firmly believe they will have records and each robot will upload data..."
"Mr. Strange!"
Rumlow interrupted and shrugged: "Such a thing does not exist. Even for the sake of the company's credibility, they will not admit that they are eavesdropping on users' privacy."
Strange was shocked when he heard this. Yes, let alone a small person like him, even if the President of the United States was attacked, USR Company would not be able to produce any valid data.
Don’t ask, just ask and you won’t find it!
"The person who attacked me had a metal arm, silver-white, very bright..."
Strange recalled what happened yesterday and analyzed it from the perspective of a surgeon: "With his face covered, I can't see his appearance clearly. Because of the robotic arm, I can't judge his approximate weight. I only know that he has a strong body and is male.
Height is 5 feet 9, not more than..."
Strange talked a lot eloquently, and finally asked with great expectation: "How about it, are these clues enough?"
Rumlow shook his head: "The only effective clue is the robotic arm. As far as I know, the medical group established by usr company has successful treatment cases of mechanical organs replacing the human body, but the price is very high, and the customers are either rich or expensive, and they are related to the military.
We also have a contract."
"That……"
"No way, they won't hand over their customer files for you."
"Damn usr... It's not like he should be damned. Shaun the Robot has been protecting me..." Strange was lying on the hospital bed. He had already seen that he had no hope of revenge and could not bring the murderer to justice.
After that, Rumlow asked a few more questions, sorted them out, confirmed them, and left the ward directly.
The investigation mission is over, and the next step is the mission report.
According to SHIELD's instructions, Rumlow's investigation should be launched against Strange. However, according to Hydra's instructions, this investigation is destined to be fruitless.
Strange was unscathed after falling from a high altitude because the USR company's robot was well-protected and a little luck.
That's all!
As for the mysterious one-armed man, according to Rumlow's investigation and evidence collection, it was found that he was most likely from the US military, and he probably didn't have enough salary to earn extra money.
During the follow-up investigation to track down the murderer, Rumlow said that he had exceeded his authority and needed to negotiate with SHIELD and the military.
Obviously, it is impossible for SHIELD to negotiate such a trivial matter, and the final outcome of the investigation report is to sit in the archives and gather dust.
…
On the other side, Russell took a private plane to Monaco to watch the Formula 1 Championship.
Others don't know, but he knows very well in his heart that the billionaire Iron Man will personally appear, because time is running out, and Tony Stark will do some ridiculous things that he wanted to do before but didn't dare to do.
As for Strange, he has not given up on scientific treatment yet. The best time to give him hope and tell him about the real existence of magic is to wait until he has no hope in life and has given up on himself.
There is no need for Strange to worry, he is just going to have to endure some hardships. Russell has already arranged for him to be admitted to the Magic University Karma Taj and serve as the Supreme Mage after graduation.