American comics: Play as Kizaru and get off work in three seconds

She felt a sudden lightness in her body, and the next moment, her feet were firmly planted on solid soil. The surroundings were no longer the steel and concrete of the city center, but a pastoral landscape—golden wheat fields, low farmhouses in the distance, and a winding river shimmering in the sunlight.

Diana released Qin Yang's hand and looked around in shock. "How...how did you do that?"

Qin Yang wiped the sweat from his forehead and grinned, "Secret weapon, the princess."

Don't ask too many questions, just follow me, home is just ahead.

The two walked along a gravel path, wildflowers swaying by the roadside, and the air filled with the fresh scent of grass.

The outline of the town gradually became clear: low wooden houses, red barns, and the church steeple in the distance; everything seemed peaceful and serene.

Qin Yang's pace quickened, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Qin Yang, is this really your home?"

Diana followed behind him, her tone tinged with curiosity, "He looks... quite ordinary."

"Ordinary is the best disguise."

Qin Yang turned around and winked at her, "Just you wait and see, Princess, this place isn't as simple as you think."

They arrived at an inconspicuous wooden house. The exterior walls were somewhat dilapidated, and the mailbox in front of the door was labeled "Qin."

word.

Qin Yang pushed open the door. The room was simply furnished with a wooden table, a few chairs, and some old photos hanging on the wall. The photos showed a smiling boy and a middle-aged couple.

"This is……"

Diana's gaze fell on the photograph, and she hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

"My past."

Qin Yang smiled faintly, but his tone was somewhat low, "But now is not the time to talk about this."

"Come with me, there's something good in the basement."

He walked to the corner of the living room, pulled back a rug, and revealed a hidden iron door.

The iron gate was engraved with complex runes and emitted a faint blue light.

Qin Yang squatted down, placed his palm on the door, and whispered a few words that were incomprehensible. The iron door slowly opened, revealing a stone staircase leading underground.

Diana frowned. "Just how many secrets do you have, Qin Yang?"

"So many that you can't count them all."

Qin Yang smiled, stood up, and gestured for him to stand.

The gesture, "Ladies first?"

Diana snorted and stepped down the stone steps first.

The basement was larger than she had imagined, with metal plates embedded in the walls and a workbench in the center, filled with various tools and instruments.

A safe in the corner emitted a faint green light, which immediately drew Diana's attention.

"That's Kryptonite?"

She asked in a low voice, her tone tinged with wariness.

"Yes."

Qin Yang walked over, opened the safe, and took out several fist-sized stones that emitted a ghostly green light. "This stuff is more potent than poison to Kryptonians."

We need to be careful not to let it hurt our own people.

Diana stared at the kryptonite, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. "How do you plan to use it? Make it into a weapon?"

"Weapons are essential."

Qin Yang picked up a piece of kryptonite and examined it carefully, "But it can't be too rough."

I'm thinking of making a few kryptonite arrows, or a dagger.

"Zod is here; we need something for close combat."

"arrow?"

Diana raised an eyebrow. "You want Oliver to use it?"

"Oliver, or me."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "My archery skills aren't bad either."

Don't worry, Princess, I know what I'm doing.

I will destroy the remaining kryptonite to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands.

Diana nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on the kryptonite. "You're right, Zod will be here soon."

We need to be prepared.

Where do you think he'll attack first?

"metropolis."

Qin Yang answered without hesitation, "That's where he wants—the key to Krypton's revival."

I'm not sure of the specifics yet, but the system has indicated that Zod's target is related to a secret facility on Earth.

"Secret facility?"

Diana frowned. "You're saying things I don't understand again."

Qin Yang laughed and waved his hand, "Don't worry, Princess, everything will be clear once Zod shows up."

Now, help me move these kryptonites to the crafting table, and let's get started.

Over the next few hours, the two worked in the basement. Qin Yang skillfully operated the tools, cutting kryptonite into shapes suitable for making weapons, while Diana assisted him, occasionally offering tactical suggestions.

The air in the basement gradually grew heavy, and the faint glow of kryptonite reflected on their faces, creating an atmosphere that was both tense and full of anticipation.

"Qin Yang, you said Barry will become the fastest runner."

Diana suddenly spoke, holding a freshly cut shard of kryptonite in her hand, "If he wakes up, could he help us fight Zod?"

"possible."

Qin Yang stopped what he was doing, wiped his sweat, and said, "But it depends on whether he can control that power after he wakes up."

Lightning gave him more than just speed; it gave him... something else.

I don't know the specifics yet.

Diana paused for a moment, her gaze resolute, "No matter what, we have to believe in him."

Barry is a good man.

"Yes."

Qin Yang nodded, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, "Good people always get good rewards."

"Like us, Princess, aren't we saving the world?"

Diana rolled her eyes at him, but the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. "Stop talking nonsense and get to work."

Time slipped away quietly amidst the hustle and bustle, and night fell once again over the town.

On the workbench in the basement, several sharp kryptonite arrows and a gleaming kryptonite dagger were already laid out.

Qin Yang stretched and looked at his work with satisfaction. "Not bad, enough to give Zod a good drink."

Diana picked up the dagger and swung it lightly, the blade gleaming coldly in the air. "I hope these weapons will come in handy."

"Qin Yang, where do we go next?"

"Back to the central city."

Qin Yang put away his tools, his tone becoming serious, "We have to keep an eye on Barry, and we also have to keep an eye on the sky."

Zod could appear at any moment; we must be fully prepared.

The two walked out of the basement and locked the iron door.

A night breeze blew by, carrying a hint of coolness.

Qin Yang looked up at the starry sky, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "Princess, do you think saving the world really comes with a reward?" Diana paused for a moment, then said firmly, "Yes."

As long as we protect the innocent, that is the greatest reward.

Qin Yang smiled and patted her shoulder. "Well said, Princess."

Let's go, Earth is waiting for us.

Qin Yang stood outside the laboratory on the top floor of the Lex Group building, gazing at the chaotic scene on the operating table through the thick bulletproof glass.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant and metal, mixed with a slightly unsettling stench.

Joel Ral—or rather, the monster who was once a Kryptonian warrior—stood on the operating table, his dark brown skin covered with irregular black spots, like a living corpse corrupted by some unknown force.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, yet under the control of the chip, he rigidly obeyed orders.

The Mediterranean researcher's body lay on the ground, his neck twisted at an eerie angle, blood seeping from his broken skin, staining the laboratory's white floor red.

Qin Yang frowned, and his fingers unconsciously clenched into fists.

He was neither an employee of Lexcorp nor a participant in this insane experiment.

He was caught up in this storm simply because of an unexpected transaction.

As a mercenary who had been through countless strange things in the Marvel Universe, he had seen all sorts of bizarre things, but the scene before him still sent a chill down his spine.

"Qin Yang, what are you still looking at?"

Lex Luthor's voice came from behind, tinged with impatience and indifference, "This thing is out of control. We have to destroy it immediately."

Qin Yang turned around and saw Lex standing in front of the control panel in the laboratory, with a group of fully armed soldiers behind him, their guns pointed at Joel Ral behind the glass.

Lex's eyes betrayed his barely concealed nervousness, despite his efforts to maintain his aloof demeanor.

His suit was impeccably tailored, but the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his unease.

"destroy?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with sarcasm, "You spent a billion US dollars and sacrificed the life of a researcher just to create this... monster? Don't you think it's a bit too late to talk about destroying it now?"

Lex's lips twitched, clearly stung by Qin Yang's words.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "Qin Yang, I hired you to solve problems, not to listen to your sarcastic remarks."

This thing was a failure, but its potential remains.

As long as we can control it—”

"control?"

Qin Yang interrupted him, turning his gaze back to Joel Ral behind the glass.

The monster was slowly turning its neck, making a sickening grinding sound. "Did you see how it crushed that researcher's neck just now? That's not 'obedience'."

Are you sure your chip still works?

Lex's eyes darkened, and he turned to look at the only remaining researcher by the control panel—a middle-aged man wearing thick-rimmed glasses, his shirt collar almost soaked with sweat.

The researcher's fingers flew across the keyboard as he tried to recalibrate the chip's control signals.

"Dr. Carter, how is the chip operating?"

Lex's voice was deep and carried an undeniable air of authority.

Dr. Carter swallowed hard, his voice trembling: "Sir, the chip's signal... is still running, but its neural response is abnormal."

300 times the intensity of simulated solar radiation may have triggered cell mutations, leading to unstable behavioral patterns.

We need more time to analyze—

"time?"

Lex sneered, "You think we still have time? That thing could go out of control again at any moment!"

Qin Yang interjected, "Out of control? It's already out of control, Luther."

"You created this monster yourself, and now you're telling me you need time?"

Lex abruptly turned to look at Qin Yang, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

Qin Yang was right—this experiment had deviated from his expectations, and Joel Ral's mutated state was completely beyond their control.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "Qin Yang, I need you to go in and bring out a sample of that thing."

Blood, tissues, anything that allows us to analyze the reasons for its mutations.

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with mockery: "Let me in? Face that monster that can crush a neck with its bare hands? Are you sure you're not sending me to my death?"

"You're a professional, Qin Yang."

Lex's tone was calm yet carried an undeniable authority: "I paid you a substantial commission precisely to deal with this situation."

Don't forget, half the money in your account hasn't arrived yet.

Qin Yang grinned, revealing a set of white teeth: "Alright, Luther, you'll regret your generosity."

He walked to the equipment area of ​​the laboratory and began to check his gear—a modified plasma pistol, a vibranium dagger, and several specially made EMP pulse bullets.

Facing a Kryptonian, even in its mutated, early form, is by no means an easy task.

"Dr. Carter, give me a copy of the chip's control code."

Without turning his head, Qin Yang said, "If that thing gets out of control again, I don't want to rely on luck to survive."

Dr. Carter paused for a moment, then quickly made a few moves on the console, transmitting an encrypted data file to Qin Yang's wristband terminal.

Qin Yang glanced down to confirm that the data had been received completely, then walked toward the isolation door of the laboratory.

He pressed a button on the bracelet, activating the enhanced mode of the exoskeleton armor.

A thin layer of nano-armor unfolded from the bracelet, quickly covering his entire body, gleaming with a faint metallic sheen.

Wish me luck, Luther.

Qin Yang turned around and gave Lex a cryptic smile before pushing open the isolation door.

The air inside the laboratory was heavier than outside, and the stench was so strong it was almost suffocating.

Joel Lars sat on the operating table, his head slightly bowed, like a broken statue.

On its skin, the black spots have spread into irregular patches, resembling some kind of morbid artwork.

Qin Yang gripped the plasma pistol tightly, his steps light yet cautious, calculating the distance to the monster with each step.

"Hey, big guy."

Qin Yang spoke tentatively, his voice echoing in the empty laboratory, "Can you hear me?"

Joel Lars's head twitched slightly, as if he had heard a sound, but his movements were slow and stiff.

Qin Yang's finger was already on the trigger, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

"Dr. Carter, how's the chip signal?"

Qin Yang asked in a low voice through the headset.

"The signal is stable, but its neural response... is irregular."

Dr. Carter's voice came through the headset, tinged with obvious tension, "I suggest you hurry up, Qin Yang."

"Easier said than done."

Qin Yang muttered something under his breath and slowly approached the operating table.

He took a sampler from his waist, which contained a kryptonite needle—the last legacy of the Mediterranean researcher.

He carefully raised the sampler and aimed it at Joel Larr's arm.

"Don't move, buddy."

Qin Yang said softly, trying to make his tone sound harmless, "I'm just taking some samples, it won't hurt for long."

Joel Lars jerked his head up, his empty eyes staring straight at Qin Yang.

Its lips twitched slightly, revealing a ferocious expression. (End of Chapter)