Seeking He Shenyan (Part 2)

After a long silence, Tony tossed his sunglasses onto the table. The slightly muffled sound made Strange look up, but the first thing he saw was the complicated look in Tony's eyes.

His voice went inexplicably dry and hoarse. "...Who did it?"

The question was like the fuse to a bomb, igniting everyone's emotions at once. In that instant, Banner seemed to turn back into the Hulk, his savage expression almost impossible to look at directly. He gritted his teeth and took several deep breaths before he barely managed to suppress the urge to smash the conference table with one punch.

The smile vanished from Rhodey's face. He sat ramrod straight, expressionless, as if he had returned to the identity he'd had before retiring.

Natasha and Clinton immediately frowned. They were seasoned agents, the kind who kept joy and anger from showing on their faces. But their eyes already said more than enough.

Even Bucky, who usually had little reaction to anything, could not help clenching his fists hard at that moment.

"Yeah, Strange," Banner asked, panting heavily. "Who did it?"

Meeting everyone's eyes, Strange said in pain, "I don't know."

"You don't know?!" Tony asked incredulously.

"Yeah, damn it! I don't know! I—don't—know!"

Strange gritted his teeth and roared the words out. He rarely lost control like this, but he was human after all. Expecting a human being to remain calm at every moment was a hopeless luxury in itself.

As if he were suffocating, he tugged at his tie to make his breathing smoother. Even his face had flushed red, blood surging upward, and he could not stop himself from slamming a fist down on the conference table. "I can't find the killer! I can't even find out where his body is, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

He cursed several