Clue Search

At that, Su Ming and Fury exchanged a glance. So there really was something going on.

Inside the protective suit, Zola panted heavily. He pointed at a cabinet beside him. "May I take something?"

"Go ahead."

Su Ming stepped aside and watched Zola sway his way over to the cabinet, rise onto his toes to open it, and take down a small box from the top shelf.

"Howard gave this to me a few days ago."

He handed the box to Deathstroke. Su Ming opened it and saw thin pieces of glass inside, about two fingers wide and one finger long.

They were slides—prepared microscope smears. Su Ming took one out and held it up to the light. A tiny red dot had congealed on it.

"What is this?" He tapped the slide and questioned Zola.

"I don't know. Really, I'm not lying—I truly don't know." Zola spread his hands, though he kept instinctively trying to raise them in surrender. He could only press his arms back against his chest, hunching like a kangaroo. "I have no way to test it. They didn't grant me permission to use microscopes or biochemical instruments."

Su Ming put one sample into his bag, then tossed the box and most of the remaining slides to Fury.

"Tell me. Where did this come from?"

"Another doctor gave it to Howard and asked him to investigate something. But since it involved biology, Howard wasn't very interested. He was in a hurry to spend the night with some famous actress, so he dumped it on me."

Even Zola sounded helpless when mentioning Howard. In his view, if Howard redirected even one percent of the attention he spent on women toward science, his achievements would far surpass what they were today.

He had heard Howard talk about making