American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 385 I Love You For Three Days and Three Nights

As soon as he heard the name of the serum, T'Challa felt unwell.

It doesn't sound like a genuine serum. Besides, the heart-shaped grass is purple, so how could it be refined into green? There must be a problem.

"Captain Black Cat, this is my exclusive secret recipe. It's guaranteed to be very powerful after you drink it. It's really a bargain for you."

Looking at Alan's smug look, I felt more and more that something was wrong.

"What are the characteristics?" Namor asked bluntly.

He did not question Allen's ability, but wanted to know the effect out of curiosity.

In case T'Challa becomes extremely powerful and his people come into conflict with Wakanda in the future, he will have a targeted plan so as not to lose too badly.

"Good question."

Alan gave Namor an admiring look, very satisfied with his character of asking questions without shame, and introduced it seriously: "Based on the advantages of heart-shaped grass, I conducted in-depth research and developed its efficacy, and then combined it with the principle of super serum to get the result..."

Research?

You really have the nerve to brag.

Namor was too embarrassed to expose it.

They were just peeking at the whole process, and it looked like they were just tinkering with the series of processes. There was no sign of rigorous research at all.

"Trust me, drink this and I guarantee you'll beat the leopard until it screams."

Allen stepped closer, holding the test tube, and T'Challa showed a trace of panic on his face, and asked hurriedly: "Can I not drink it?"

"Don't waste my kindness." Alan refused with a gloomy face.

"Can we drink it later?" T'Challa asked shyly.

"Hurry up, the potency of the medicine will be reduced by half if it cools down."

woo woo woo...

Without waiting for T'Challa to refuse, Allen took the lead, held his head and poured the serum into his mouth.

call…

A sour and strange taste filled his mouth, and T'Challa breathed heavily, trying to reduce the bad taste in his mouth.

"How is it? Does the mixed juice taste a bit like Farmer's Three Punches?" Alan said leisurely.

"juice!?"

When he heard about juice, Morgan came over with Sanhua in his arms and yelled, "What juice? I want some juice."

"Little Morgan, if you want some juice, you can ask Unita Sen Sen to buy it for you." Alan responded casually.

Morgan turned to look at Unita who was waiting beside him, and said with a pitiful look, "Grandma, I want some juice."

"Just call me Unita. I'll prepare it for you right away."

A torrent of data flashed across Unita's eyes. She must be contacting the funny trio through the Internet.

And Alan has been watching the changes in T'Challa.

"His face turned green!"

Namor asked in surprise, "Is everything going to be okay?"

"What could possibly happen? He's transforming into the macho Black Panther." Allen said disapprovingly.

However, T'Challa seemed a little dazed and looked very uncomfortable.

"Why did he turn red again?" Namor asked in surprise.

Something is definitely wrong.

A flash of green, a flash of red, emotions turn into a human-shaped traffic light.

"I won't make it!"

Allen looked bewildered and said, "I only focused on the research results and didn't consider the side effects."

"..."

As expected, what this guy does is definitely not good.

"Am I going to die?"

T'Challa scratched his ears and cheeks in discomfort. Not only did he feel itchy all over, but his whole body was also hot.

"Please don't question my professionalism."

Alan pushed his nonexistent glasses up his nose.

"Why do I feel like my body is burning up?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on T'Challa's forehead, and it was obvious that he was in a very abnormal state.

"I'm worried that the macho potion will have side effects like super serum after 3,000 strokes of it, so I added some substances to restore virility. It's normal to sweat and have a fever." Alan explained rigorously.

"Regain your glory!?" Upon hearing this, T'Challa looked down suddenly.

Wow..., that's a rip-off!

The majestic and proud pyramid made Alan and Namor ashamed.

As expected, all the intelligence of black people is put into reproduction.

"Toilet, I need to take a shower to cool down."

T'Challa subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands and awkwardly looked for a bathroom.

Alan pointed in a direction and prompted, "The third room on the left."

bang...

There was a loud slam of the door, and then the sound of water running in the bathroom.

"Alan, um, this, uh..., give me a dose of macho potion." Namor asked awkwardly.

"Ok?"

Alan made a tactical retreat, and his shocked eyes showed that he was unfamiliar with Namor.

"Ahem..., don't get me wrong, I'm just using it for academic research. I'm always very satisfied with myself." Namor's entire neck turned red.

"Well..., I was thinking of using it myself, but now you got it for free."

Alan reluctantly took out a tube of red potion and said with a bit of reluctance: "For the sake of our friendship, I have to give it up with great reluctance."

"Thank you."

Namor took it and drank it without thinking, tilting his head back and drinking it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips and asked with an unsatisfied expression, "Is this the same drink that T'Challa drank?"

"no."

Alan said calmly: "There is only one piece of heart-shaped grass. This potion is to love you for three days and three nights forever."

"What the hell?" Namor's eyes almost popped out.

I will love you for three days and three nights and never fall.

Just hearing the name sounds scary.

"Fuck!"

The next moment, Namor covered his lower body in shame and rushed to the bathroom to keep T'Challa company.

"I didn't expect them to be so clean."

Alan looked at the closed door of the bathroom, his eyes filled with relief.

Heart-Shaped Grass Serum is a growth type that must be fully developed through fighting, and has almost the same enhanced effects as the first-generation super serum.

The only problem is that the body tends to become red and warm, which naturally causes a physiological reaction.

As for what Namor drank, it was pure Viagra with a hundred times the effect made from leftover materials.

Originally, Alan thought that he might need it at some point, so he made one and carried it with him.

……

Kuala Lumpur Islands.

A barren island territory located in the ocean.

Surrounded by the sea, it only has fishery resources, and is far away from the mainstream international community.

The reason is that there are no resources worthy of attention, and the government relies on leasing ports to keep the country running.

You just need to pay money and it doesn't matter what kind of ship enters.

Therefore, it became a large pirate gang and a black market distribution center.

Black Manta David drinks expensive drinks and lies on the beach to sunbathe.

He has ordered his men to distribute the vibranium ore, collect a large amount of funds to upgrade the submarine, and replenish supplies in preparation for the next voyage.

At this time, a group of white people came over.

David took off his sunglasses and looked at the leader, grinning and said, "Killian, welcome aboard."

“It’s been an honor to work with you.”

Next to Killian was his younger brother Jack, who was fortunately found in a deep pit on an isolated island and rescued with great effort.

"Then prepare to set sail and head for the Arctic Ocean. I need to retrieve something." David stood up and said.

"What is that?" Killian frowned.

"An artifact that can fight against Atlantis."

(End of this chapter)