A Phone Call

The speeding car merged into the bustling streets. Now they were completely safe.

After exchanging looks with Sharon for a while, Howard grinned and leaned his head over from the back seat. "Slade, since you know, can you tell us? What exactly was that project researching?"

"Even if I told you, you couldn't solve it. Your knowledge of genetics and medicine is about the same as mine, so there's no point."

Su Ming liked gathering intelligence, but he did not much like sharing it with others. Maintaining an air of mystery was important.

Howard scratched at his head anxiously, his eyes darting around. "I almost got killed too. I'm a victim, so I should at least know who did it, right?"

"Doctor Xavier was indeed murdered, but the people who wanted to kill you were not the same people who killed him. Sharon and Charles are my responsibility. This has nothing to do with you anymore."

With a cigarette between his lips, Su Ming drove swiftly through traffic, weaving through every gap and leaving a chorus of curses behind him.

"Uh, how can you tell they weren't the same group?" Howard unhappily tugged at his hair.

"The person who killed Doctor Xavier disguised the whole thing as an accident. Even the SSR was fooled. That suggests a covert operation and a professional assassin. Now think about those gunmen just now. In one minute, the two of them fired over a hundred bullets at us. The gunshots could be heard across Manhattan. That suggests military methods and complete recklessness."

Su Ming blew out a ring of smoke, flicked ash out the window, and answered calmly.

"Couldn't the same group have two different styles?" Even after hearing the answer, Howard still had doubts. He clung to the front seat's headrest and raised