American comic book police officer survival manual

"Professor, I've made up my mind. I'll participate in your experiment anytime!"

The girl, filled with boundless pride, hurried back to her residence, having completely forgotten about the injury on her ankle.

"Really?! That's amazing! Pamela, this is the best news I've heard in a long time!!!"

Professor Wood answered the student's call immediately, and an extremely excited Professor Wood followed up with, "Can you come to the lab now?"

"Now?"

Even though Pamela had made up her mind to improve herself, she didn't expect the professor to extend an invitation at this time.

Looking at the sky, which had completely darkened, with surprise, the girl's tone became hesitant:

"Are you still at school? Right here in the lab?"

"That's right! Pamela, this is the attitude researchers should maintain! A heart full of love and reverence for academia!"

In a secluded laboratory within the Department of Botany at Gotham University, a middle-aged man stares intently at the enormous extraction vessel before him, trembling with excitement at his creation.

"If you've made up your mind to pursue further studies, you can't afford to slack off in the slightest. Everything in the lab is ready; we can start the experiment at any time!"

"..."

Unexpectedly, Professor Wood was in the laboratory at a time like this. The hesitant girl slowly stopped in front of the door.

"I'll be there now? But my phone's dead. Could you give me ten minutes to charge it? I can get to the lab within an hour..."

"No need! Our experiments are very precise. Electronic devices like cell phones should be kept outside the lab anyway. You just need to come over. I always have your lab coat ready!"

The plan, which had been in preparation for many years, was finally about to be realized, and Professor Wood was unwilling to wait even a moment longer!

"All right."

Having abandoned her plan to go upstairs to charge her phone, Pamela felt a renewed, dull pain in her wound as soon as she took a step.

"hiss..."

No, I can't go to the lab like this.

Oh, right, the ointment Lucius gave me is still in my pocket.

Bending down, the girl took out a medicine bottle from her pocket and haphazardly applied the ointment to her ankle.

Having received the professor's order to rush to the laboratory, Pamela, in her panic, had already forgotten her limits and used up almost 70-80% of the ointment in the bottle.

Once she realized that the pain from her injury had been replaced by the coolness of the medicine and the tingling sensation of flesh growing back, the girl put away the medicine bottle and ran frantically toward the address of Gotham University.

only--

The phone, which went completely out of power after the flashing light, could no longer receive calls from that person...

......

"beep..."

After a long wait, the voice of the female college student never came through the phone.

The standard announcer's tone alerted the increasingly anxious police officer that the phone he had dialed was temporarily unanswered.

The lack of response to the communications caused Lucius's heart to slowly sink to the bottom.

"Not a single word. Is Pamela not home right now?"

This time, Lucius didn't even have a chance to see Pamela off; he could only watch as the female college student embarked on her journey home on her own.

Lucius inexplicably felt that he had missed some important clues, and his sense of crisis grew stronger, but he could no longer contact Pamela.

In the past, Lucius might have assumed Pamela was simply taking a shower or busy with something else, which was why he couldn't answer the phone for the time being.

Only today... the intense unease deep within him, accompanied by increasing instability, is like a giant hammer, constantly striking Lucius's heart.

"Strange...what went wrong?"

Putting down his phone, Lucius paced back and forth anxiously, pondering the current situation.

In Pamela's past accounts, it seems she was supposed to do her mentor a favor in exchange for a letter of recommendation to study at Harvard.

Lucius didn't ask for details about what kind of help was being provided, and Pamela didn't elaborate either.

However, according to Pamela's previous statements, her mentor, Professor Wood, was a highly respected botany professor, even revered by scholars in the field as a "master of plants," and was an extremely capable individual.

Lucius could tell that Pamela held the professor in the highest esteem, believing him to be exceptionally outstanding in both character and scholarship.

"Wait a minute! A botany master?"

Botany, toxins?

His eyes widened without him realizing it, and a terrifying thought suddenly popped into Lucius's mind.

He had always believed that those potent mixtures of plant toxins came from Poison Ivy.

But what if those things weren't made by Poison Ivy at all...?

A vague possibility dawned on the officer, and before he knew it, a chill ran down his spine! He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, his whole body stiffening!

"Could it be...no...impossible..."

The terrified man grabbed his coat, flung open the door with incredible speed, and sped toward his police car!

"Beep beep beep".

The walkie-talkie rang at an extremely inopportune moment, prompting the flustered and impatient police officer to angrily speak up:

"Damn it! Why now?"

"...Hey, Lucius, we've found some leads on the poisoning case and are on our way to arrest the suspect in the Snowfield Restaurant poisoning...What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"

"...I'm fine. Do I really have to go on this mission?"

Snowfield Restaurant, poisoning case?

If everything goes as I predicted, the perpetrator in that case shouldn't be...

What are the Gotham Police doing right now? Surrounding Gotham University?

As Lucius drove his police car back on track, his eyelids twitched incessantly.

Under the city's dim lights, the police officer's expression appeared extremely gloomy and ferocious.

"Don't you want to go?"

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Brock looked completely bewildered, clearly not understanding why Lucius was behaving so strangely today.

Normally, this guy is very enthusiastic about all kinds of big cases.

Especially when it's time to close the net, there's no reason for him not to come, is there?

"You've put in a lot of effort in this case, are you really going to be absent at such a crucial moment?"

Remembering the extraordinary effects of those pills last time, Brock honestly hoped that Lucius could accompany him on this mission as well.

"Is the person you're looking for at Gotham University?"

"No, why would you say that?"

Brock had no idea what Lucius was talking about, but after a moment, he seemed to understand why the officer on the other end of the radio was so angry.

"Hey Lucius, you're not dating another woman, are you? This poisoning case is huge. The Penguin's bounty and the police department's credit are far beyond what one woman can offer. I advise you to..."

"Fuck! How much longer do you want me to talk nonsense? I don't have time! I have more important things to do!!"

In a situation like this, you're telling me to ignore Pamela and go after a suspect?

Lucius hung up the walkie-talkie with a roar, glared ahead, and pressed the accelerator to its limit!

"Feed? Lucius??? Feed???"

Brock was completely bewildered when the walkie-talkie was abruptly disconnected.

What's wrong with that guy?

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