Holloway and the X-Men all showed friendly expressions when they saw Deathstroke bringing back a team of guerrilla fighters, but unfortunately, due to the language barrier, they could only express their welcome through actions.
Holloway immediately took off the emergency kit on him, set up the lighting, and began treating these people.
There was no difficulty in it; after all, those seriously injured couldn't make it back, and those who managed to persist until now had at most three bullet wounds each.
For a surgical expert like Holloway, this was a piece of cake.
Anesthesia, incision, bullet extraction, stitching, bandaging, all done in one go; he was a hero among doctors.
"Ahem, ahem." Su Ming cleared his throat twice, attracting the attention of the young girls: "In a while, a few fools are going to come over; everyone should use code names for each other from now on and not reveal real identities, understood?"
Little Rascal and the others immediately agreed without hesitation. For the New X-Men, using code names during missions was already a habit; using their real names actually felt strange.
For instance, Gang Lishi's full name is Pyotr Nikolaevich Rasputin... probably only his sister Secret Guest calls him by his name.
Like Little Rascal's real name is Mary, code name Rashamon, but everyone prefers to call her by her nickname Little Rascal.
Magic Prince's condition wasn't great; he seemed a bit bewildered, but since he wasn't vomiting blood or going mad, it shouldn't be a big problem.
And the doctor was very mindful of identity confidentiality, so that wasn't a problem either.
Surrounded by dense skeletons, performing surgery here is a doctor's ultimate dream. Now Holloway was in a frenzied state, greatly enhancing his work efficiency.
Saving lives amidst a place full of death, exhilarating!
Su Ming flicked out the Magic Floating Cloak, letting it take care of Monac. Maybe the Mage can communicate with it?
Moments later, the X-Men saw the fools Su Ming mentioned.
The first to crawl into the cave was Peggy Carter, looking embarrassed. She had refused Deathstroke's help earlier, but she came over again, feeling a bit awkward.
"It's actually a woman, and she seems to be an officer..."
"Her lipstick is too red; doesn't look like someone decent...."
"She looks kind of familiar..."
The young girls immediately gathered together, whispering and occasionally sneaking a glance at Peggy at the cave entrance.
Little Rascal lightly coughed, stopping their chatter: "Don't talk like that. It's Agent Carter and Nick Fury; be careful not to be targeted by S.H.I.E.L.D when we return."
Next in were Nick Fury and Steve. Nick struggled to drag Captain America into the cave, placing him on a pile of bones beside him.
The clattering noise of bones drew angry stares from the guerrilla fighters. These Americans were too casual, polluting our ancestors' bones? Goodwill -100.
Here in the underground catacombs, singing, dancing, and drinking were fine, but you couldn't dirty or break the bones, or there'd be no talks in the future. What kind of people did De Gaulle introduce?
And the young girls immediately recognized that iconic uniform. Although there was no shield, to be wearing the Star-Spangled Banner during World War II, there was only one person, Steve.
"It's actually Captain America?"
"Uh, beaten so badly, how scary."
"The Professor even showed us his public service films before, reminding kids to use civilized language in that segment."
"And not to skip school segment, honestly, we're in the academy, skip to where?"
"But Captain America is a good person, just a bit dumb."
"Indeed....
The young girls quietly discussed among themselves again, but quickly moved Captain America off the bones to a spot deeper inside the main vaulted passage.
This made Nick's black face turn red; he hadn't noticed the situation here. Now he noticed in the light, all around were human skeletal remains.
"Deathstroke, we've thought it over and still need your help. Please help us." Peggy walked over to Su Ming, who was reloading a handgun. Although awkward, she kept smiling, a mandatory skill for an agent.
Even if it was for Steve to receive better medical care, she had to face people with a smile. She felt a pang of bitterness inside, but quickly pulled herself together.
Su Ming actually just wanted to save Steve. If Captain America had an accident here, who would keep Red Skull company in the future? If that lunatic had free time, Su Ming's plans would definitely be affected.
He felt like he was arm wrestling with the world, trying hard to keep Captain America's storyline close to the movie's plot, as it was simpler, and Su Ming was familiar with it.
But the world seemed to have its own inertia; the direction it was heading didn't seem right, especially Germany's strength was too formidable. The storyline would stray into chaos in no time, unstoppable.
"Avenging Angel, prioritize stitching up our Captain America, we can skip the anesthesia; he's already unconscious." Su Ming tapped his mask and instructed Holloway.
Peggy wanted to say something, but Scarlet's single red eye turned toward her, and she instinctively shut her mouth.
Actually, even without Steve being unconscious, stitching without anesthesia was no big deal.
Look at what Peggy had spoiled him into recently, so delicate. Indeed, it was better for him and Baki to be together more, to cultivate some masculine spirit...
Holloway said nothing, after all, this was just common medical knowledge. Captain America currently needed better hemorrhage control; anesthesia indeed couldn't be used.
But the wounds caused by the Energy Rifle were different from what he'd seen before; pieces of flesh were missing, some spots simply gaping holes, how to stitch them?
Holloway frowned, thought for a moment, and finally had the Roaring Assault Team tear some clothes, roll them into cloth balls to stuff into the wounds, barely stitching Steve up.
From a distance, Steve now looked like a ragdoll with its belly burst open, layers of filling protruding.
There's no choice, still have to wait for him to self-heal.
Su Ming saw Peggy's expression secretly releasing a sigh of relief, and quietly mused.
When Steve furrowed his brow during stitching, she furrowed hers. When Steve relaxed, she also relaxed, as if they had telepathy.
"Alright, I've helped you with what I could, now let's talk about the price." Seeing Holloway finish the surgery and start bandaging others, Su Ming crossed his hands behind his back and very seriously said to Peggy.
"Uh!"
Peggy's face instantly froze, this... they indeed sought help proactively, and the other party didn't say it was free
And now, almost everyone around was Deathstroke's people; she was encountering a situation of being forced to buy and sell.
Especially the young girl shouldering a white Great Sword, what kind of look was this? Empty, cold, she was scanning her up and down as if choosing where to knife her.
"What do you want?" Peggy tried her best to stabilize her emotions, but the eerie surroundings and the other girls' mischievous laughter made her feel extremely uneasy.
These girls were wearing uniform tight leather outfits, exposing curves so completely, the light and teasing makeup on their faces, surely not decent people.
"In a few days, I want to borrow someone from SSR for a few days..." Su Ming touched his mask, it was time to prepare some matters.
"No way!" Peggy immediately refused, her face flushed, was Deathstroke really reaching his claws out to Little Rose?