"He is dangerous, Finch, you don't have to do this." Reese turned his wheelchair and came to Harold Finch, who was surrounded by books and computers. If he were Batman, then Finch would be Alfred, but both were wealthy in the opposite way to what was shown in the comics, something Samn Shaw teased them about more than once.
This isn't the first time Reese has been shot, but The Punisher is a professional, as professional as he is. He knew where being shot could immobilize a person, so Reese's knees were damaged, and there was no body armor to wear around his knees. The circle cushion given by Mr. Finch last time finally came in handy this time, but Mr. Reese still resisted. He thought it was a bit shameful.
"It seems that you are not the only one in New York City who knows how to shoot in the knee. Mr. Reese, this is the second time. Maybe you should think of a new trick." Harold Finch forced a smile, but he The joke didn't relax Rise.
"I know soldiers, I've heard about Frank Cassell, he was a member of the Marine Corps," Reese said. "I've heard about him, I've heard about the CIA recruiting American soldiers in Afghanistan. Action... He has his own beliefs, Finch, he is a soldier, he has a soldier's sense of honor."
"This shows that we have room for negotiation, Mr. Reese." Finch continued to stare at the screen without looking back. It could be seen that he was very tired. His stiff neck was becoming more and more painful. The steel screws on the cervical vertebrae were still drilling into the spinal cord. He secretly used a folder to cover the orange plastic bottle of painkiller—it was OxyContin, the addictive painkiller he didn't want Riser to see him using in large quantities.
"We are out of manpower." He said pessimistically. "Officer Carter failed to find Samn Shaw. We must solve this matter as soon as possible. Solve this matter before your knee is cured. Then we can investigate Samn Shaw." The whereabouts of Samn Shaw. I'm very worried about her, Mr. Reese. Officer Fusco helped me find the surveillance video in front of Samn Shaw's apartment. I confirmed that it was ROOT who escaped from the mental hospital and took her away. .This matter is very troublesome, Mr. Reese. ROOT was hunted by a mysterious organization before leaving the mental hospital. She left there with the help of one of our magical friends. I am not sure about Salomon Damone. How did they get in touch? The only possibility is the plan of that machine."
Finch sighed. He desperately wanted to stretch his cervical spine, but he couldn't. As long as he moves a little, the steel nails will remind him. Hey man, I'm in your neck! Steel Nail said, if you don't want to pass out from the pain, it's best to stay calm. Take some OxyContin or some prescription medicine, it'll be good for everyone.
In Finch's imagination, those steel spikes had the thick accent of a Texas Ranger. In fact, he saw no difference between those steel nails and horseshoes.
The steel nails are the horseshoes of Death. Death once rode his horse and stepped on my neck.
"As for Frank Cassell, I have analyzed his psychology. He suffers from a state of constant emotional stress, post-traumatic stress disorder. Mr. Reese, this hyperarousal can lead to anxiety surges, irritability, insomnia, His symptoms are exactly the same as yours, he has been mentally disturbed by this, and you both have extreme mood disorders."
"I'm in good control, Finch, since I met you."
"But not Frank Cassel." Harold Finch stared into his partner's eyes. "His wife and children were murdered in cold blood. You can look at that wall and he's among those numbers. Family, but there was nothing I could do.”
"We've talked about this, Finch, it's not your fault."
"It's my fault, Mr. Reese, it's my fault for standing aside." Harold Finch raised his voice slightly, "He now wants to pay with blood, so I offered him a deal, and I promised him I can find all the clues he needs. I promise him that he will not miss anyone. I promise him that everyone will die of old age in prison. As long as he agrees to do this for us and solve it within the scope of what we can accept. this matter."
The Malinois named Little Bear raised his head and whimpered a few times. It wasn't until Rise patted its head that it retracted into its nest and continued to dream of hunting hares.
"Finch, I don't think Frank Cassel will accept this proposal. He wants to kill people." Reese said, "His methods are all based on irrational emotions. That is not PTSD, that is an extreme emotional disorder, which can also be called EED. . He is not suffering from a mental disorder caused by drug abuse. He is letting himself become addicted to this emotion. He is addicted to anger."
"This is an attempt, we have to confirm Samn Shaw's safety as soon as possible." Mr. Finch said, "We have to find out what the machine wants to do. It has lost its shackles and now it can learn everything it can. Something. I'm uneasy, Mr. Reese, that there is no good or evil in the machine, and I'm worried that I've unleashed a demon."
"Perhaps we can talk to him first." Reese shook his head. "Talk to Salomon first. At least he is not so impulsive. We at least need to know why he did this."
"This is not the place to be dressed as a child, Mr. Damonette. The gangsters are not far away." When Harold Finch and Salomon met, the mystic was sitting on a park bench with a man. The girl with short dark green hair shared a lot of ice cream of different flavors. Finch could tell at a glance that the girl had a small revolver in her pocket, while Salomon was wearing a crimson robe that was incompatible with this season. He was tightly wrapped in all kinds of clothing from the collar to the toes, and even more What's important is the gorgeous silver-black scabbard hanging on his waist.
They had no intention of hiding it.
"This is my sister, she is not an ordinary child."
When Salomon and Athena explained that they were going to Hell's Kitchen for a tracking mission, little Lorna volunteered to raise her hand to sign up. In her opinion, this was a rare opportunity to skip class. The smell of turpentine in oil paints was even more unbearable in the summer, so Salomon just patted her on the head and told her to go to class.
But the idea of the goddess of war is far from that of modern people. Not only did Athena not stop little Lorna's nonsense, on the contrary, she happily agreed to the request.
Although Athena's Spartan educational methods have become much softer in modern times, the ultimate purpose of this educational method has never changed. The goddess of wisdom was still lying on the sofa, her nightgown rolled up to her waist, her eyes half closed, pretending that this was the Aegean Sea coast. She was enjoying the hot summer breeze and the feeling of sweat beads across her skin.
"Little Lorna's abilities are steadily improving, so we can take this opportunity to test how powerful she is."
Little Lorna raised her head proudly, as if she could see the road through her nostrils.
"Ask her to kill something, even a mouse. Come back as soon as possible, and I will take you to sunbathe and enjoy my new sunscreen." Athena seemed to have fallen asleep, and Salomon helped her get dressed. After putting on the clothes, she cast a spell to protect the apartment, and then brought little Lorna to get the weapons she wanted and came here.
"It's about ROOT." Harold Finch did not insist. He sat down next to Salomon. For his kindness, he also got a cone of ice cream.
"What happened to ROOT?" Salomon's statement made Finch more certain about the relationship between the mystic and the machine.
"She kidnapped Samn Shaw," Harold said. "I want to ask you, do you know what that machine wants to do?"
"Nothing to do with the Punisher?"
"It has a certain relationship, but we need Xiao. The machine is still spitting out numbers, and we still have lives to save. Mr. Reese's situation is not very good now..." Finch rambled on a lot, and he also From time to time he raised his head and looked around, as if he was worried about being seen.
"Have you had any surgery?"
"Did it."
"Then let him drink this." Salomon put the medicine in a large test tube into Finch's hand. "This will make him get better quickly, in about ten minutes. Mr. Finch, I don't know. The intention of your creation, but it has now reached a certain cooperative relationship with me. I will help it achieve certain tasks that ordinary humans cannot complete. Give it what it wants, and it will open up to me the things hidden in the network. All secrets, it will serve me well.”
"What does it want?"
"A body, Harold, that's all."
