Stump Street was not far from the police station. The sheriff drove the three of them there at breakneck speed, arriving in seven or eight minutes.
Overall, the place looked more like a dormitory district for some factory. Old apartment buildings lined the road, and quite a few workers in plaid shirts and denim overalls wandered the streets. It seemed to be lunchtime.
After parking beneath a broad, low apartment building, the sheriff pulled out the report and glanced at it.
"Mrs. Shandem lives in one of the rooms on the second floor. But she's fairly old, and her heart might not be able to take too much shock. Let me speak with her. Once we're upstairs, Masters, please don't say anything for the moment."
Though he looked like a burly redneck, Sheriff Dattari was unexpectedly considerate. He had even taken the resident's age into account.
But there was one problem: several hours had passed since the old lady made the call. Whether her heart was still in her chest was questionable.
Perhaps the sheriff had considered that possibility, but he clearly hoped she was alive. Even his assumptions leaned toward the best-case scenario.
However, Strangle had already smelled blood—lots of people's blood—and the monster's scent. The apartment building looked calm from the outside, but inside...
"I'll take point. Professor Xu and the sheriff stay in the middle. Leo, bring up the rear." Su Ming said no more, merely issuing the order to prepare for battle. He then headed toward the apartment building, and the instant he entered, his suit transformed into Black and Yellow Armor.
The interior entrance of the old apartment building was somewhat dim. Deathstroke's Red Goggles flickered like ghostly flames, revealing the general situation.
The building's layout resembled an old-fashioned dormitory: a corridor stretching as far