Slap, slap. The female doctor tore off her rubber gloves and slowly rose to her feet.
The white bloodstains on the gloves refused to cooperate, clinging to the corpse's organs like stubborn latex and drawing out long strands that drifted in the air.
Su Ming took a drag on his cigarette.
"The results?"
"Not much different from human physiology, except their physical capabilities are roughly ten times greater. You can tell from the density of their muscle fibers."
Dr. Quinzel rubbed her head with a headache. Ever since coming to Earth-0, she felt as though she had not been recuperating and preparing for childbirth as promised, but had instead been dragged around by Deathstroke and put to work for him.
Bobo stroked his chin, puffing smoke alongside Deathstroke. "So they're a species more advanced than humans?"
"Hard to say. They don't appear particularly intelligent, and individual reaction speeds are very slow. They didn't even display any emotion when facing danger earlier." The doctor went to wash her hands and thought seriously for a moment. "I think they might be some kind of Synthezoid. All their internal organs are too standardized, exactly like what I saw in textbooks."
"Got it. Wait here." Su Ming carried his weapon outside. More than ten seconds later, Strangle dragged back over a dozen Faceless Men corpses and tossed them onto the floor. "Your guess was probably right. They all have the same height and weight, and their memories are as fresh as if they had just been reset."
This autopsy went much faster. She opened the chest cavities of each corpse and took a look. A few minutes later, she stood up as well.
"Yes. Their internal organs are identical in size and shape, and probably in weight too, like parts mass-produced on an assembly