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Qin Yang's heart was racing, but he forced himself to stay calm and steadily pressed the sampler button.

The kryptonite needle pierced Joel Ral's skin, making a soft "hissing" sound.

A sound, and a green light flickered on the tip of the needle.

Just as the needle was drawing blood, Joel Ral suddenly let out a low growl, like the howl of a wild beast squeezed from the depths of its throat.

Its arm suddenly rose, so fast that Qin Yang barely had time to react.

Qin Yang quickly took a step back, his plasma pistol already aimed at the monster's chest.

"Carter! Chip control!"

Qin Yang shouted, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Sending commands!"

Dr. Carter's voice came through the headset, tinged with obvious panic, "Sit down! Joel Ral, sit down!"

Joel Ral's arm froze in mid-air, as if restrained by an invisible force.

Its body trembled slightly, and finally it slowly lowered its arm and sat back down on the operating table.

Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but cold sweat had already seeped from his forehead.

"Well done, Doctor."

Qin Yang said in a low voice, quickly stuffing the blood sample from the sampler into the sealed bag at his waist, "But I don't want to try it again."

He took a few steps back, his gaze fixed on Joel Ral.

The monster's eyes remained empty, but Qin Yang could feel an invisible pressure, like a sleeping beast that might awaken at any moment.

"We got the sample, Luther."

Qin Yang said through the headset, "I'm going out now. You'd better prepare my payment."

"Don't rush, Qin Yang."

Lex's voice came through the headset, tinged with a hint of cunning, "I have a little task for you."

Qin Yang stopped and frowned: "A small task? You better not want me to go back in and play with that thing again."

"of course not."

Lex's tone was unsettlingly calm. "I need you to take Joel Ral out of the lab and move him to a more...safe place."

Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold laugh: "Are you crazy, Luther? Release this thing? Do you want Metropolis to become ruins?"

"Qin Yang, I'll pay you, you do the work."

Lex's voice was cold and hard as iron, "I have arranged a transport team, and the armored vehicles are in the building's underground parking lot."

All you need to do is take it down with you, and leave the rest to them.

Qin Yang's gaze swept over Joel Ral, the monster still sitting quietly on the operating table, like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Lex won't give up on this "destroyer" easily.

Even though it had already gone out of control once.

Lex's ambition was clearer than anyone else's—he didn't want destruction, he wanted control.

"Okay, Luther."

Qin Yang finally spoke, his tone tinged with helplessness, "But if this thing goes berserk on the road, I won't be the first to suffer."

He walked to the console and took a handheld controller from Dr. Carter—it was a backup control device for the chip.

He tentatively pressed a few buttons, and Joel Ral's body trembled slightly before he stood up, his movements stiff yet precise.

"Follow me, big guy."

Qin Yang said, with a hint of mockery in his tone, "Let's go for a drive."

Joel Lars slowly took a step, each step leaving a heavy tremor on the floor.

Qin Yang walked ahead, his finger never leaving the trigger of the plasma pistol.

The game has only just begun, and he is already standing at the center of the storm.

(The following is a continuation of the story, which will maintain all dialogue, enrich the details, keep the plot smooth, and keep the word count around 5888 words.)
Qin Yang led Joel Ral towards the laboratory's private elevator, the metal floor echoing dully under the monster's footsteps.

The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing the dim lighting inside.

Qin Yang glanced at Joel Ral behind him. The monster's tall figure almost filled the entire passage, and his dark brown skin gleamed eerily under the light.

"Dr. Carter, is the elevator capable of supporting its weight?"

Qin Yang asked through the headset, his tone slightly teasing, "I don't want to get stuck halfway with this guy."

"The elevator can withstand a weight of five tons, Qin Yang."

Dr. Carter's voice came through the headset, sounding somewhat weary, "You just need to make sure it doesn't go crazy inside."

"ensure?"

Qin Yang snorted, "You're talking as if I'm its nanny."

He pressed the elevator button, and the doors slowly closed.

Joel Lars stood behind him, silent as a statue.

Qin Yang tapped his fingers lightly on the controller, ready to send commands at any moment.

He could feel the tension in the air, like a taut string.

“Luther, you’d better tell me how reliable the transport team in the underground parking lot is.”

Qin Yang said in a low voice, "If they mess up, I won't be cleaning up your mess."

"Relax, Qin Yang."

Lex's voice came through the headset, calm to the point of being unsettling, "The transport team is my private force, equipped with kryptonite weapons and EMP pulse cannons."

They can handle it.

"cope?"

Qin Yang sneered, "Your last researcher also thought he could handle it, but now his neck is cold."

Lex did not respond; only a faint static could be heard in the headset.

The elevator descended slowly, and the floor numbers on the digital display screen continued to decrease.

Qin Yang's gaze swept over Joel Ral, whose breathing was heavy and slow, each breath carrying a putrid stench.

"Hey, big guy, you used to be a hero, right?"

Qin Yang spoke tentatively, his voice echoing in the narrow elevator, "The pride of Krypton, Joel Ral."

"Look at you now, tsk tsk, you're really not living a good life."

Joel Ral tilted his head slightly, as if he understood what he said.

A blurry light flashed in its eyes, but it quickly returned to its empty state.

Qin Yang frowned and gripped the controller tightly.

"Carter, is there any fluctuation in the chip signal?"

he asked in a low voice.

"Slight fluctuations, but still within a controllable range."

Dr. Carter's voice carried a hint of unease, "Qin Yang, don't provoke it."

Its neural responses... are not very stable.

"Don't stimulate it?"

Qin Yang muttered to himself, "I'm not even sure if it's really alive."

The elevator doors opened with a ding, revealing the dimly lit space of the underground parking lot.

A heavy armored vehicle was parked not far away, surrounded by a dozen fully armed soldiers holding kryptonite rifles that shimmered with green light.

A man dressed in black combat gear stood by the car door, wearing a tactical mask that revealed only his cold, stern eyes.

"You're Qin Yang?"

The man spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "I am the captain of the transport team, codename 'Iron Wall'."

"Iron Wall? Sounds pretty hardcore." Qin Yang grinned, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "I hope your team lives up to its name, because the guy behind me is no pushover."

Ironwall's gaze swept over Joel Ral, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes: "We've been ordered to transport this thing to the facility Lex designated."

Your task is to make sure it gets on the bus.

"Simple and clear".

Qin Yang nodded and lightly pressed a button on the controller. "Big guy, move forward, take it slow."

Joel Lars took a step, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

The soldiers unconsciously took a step back, their gun barrels slightly raised.

Qin Yang could sense their tension, like a group of hunters facing a ferocious beast.

"Relax, guys."

Qin Yang shouted to the soldiers, "It's very obedient now... at least for the time being."

"temporary?"

Iron Wall's voice carried a hint of skepticism, "Luther said this thing is controlled by a chip, so there shouldn't be any problems."

"should?"

Qin Yang raised an eyebrow. "Your boss's 'should' has already killed a researcher."

"You want to take a gamble?"

Iron Wall did not answer, but simply gestured to the soldiers behind him.

The rear door of the armored vehicle slowly opened, revealing an enhanced restraint system inside—a set of chains made of vibranium and kryptonite alloy, specifically designed for monsters like Joel Ral.

"Put it in."

Ironwall said, his tone devoid of any emotion, “We have five minutes.”

Qin Yang pressed a few buttons on the controller and said in a low voice, "Big guy, get in the car, don't embarrass me."

Joel Ral walked slowly toward the armored vehicle, each step seeming to tread on the heartbeats of everyone present.

Its arms swayed slightly, as if it might break free from its invisible restraints at any moment.

Qin Yang's finger never left the trigger of the plasma pistol, while his other hand gripped the EMP pulse bullet, ready to deal with the worst-case scenario at any time.

"Carter, is the signal still stable?"

Qin Yang asked in a low voice.

"It's stable, but its cellular activity is increasing."

Dr. Carter's voice was urgent, "Qin Yang, hurry up, I'm not sure how long the chip can control it."

"receive."

Qin Yang gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, "Big guy, hurry up, there's no VIP seat for you on the bus."

Joel Ral finally stepped into the restraint chamber of the armored vehicle, where vibranium chains automatically closed, securing his limbs firmly.

The soldiers quickly closed the hatch, making a heavy metallic clanging sound.

Qin Yang breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Well done, Qin Yang."

Lex's voice came through the headset, tinged with satisfaction, "We've got the samples and the monster."

Your payment will be credited to your account within one hour.

"You'd better hurry, Luther."

Qin Yang sneered, "Because I have a feeling that this thing won't stay obediently in your cage."

The armored vehicle started up, its engine emitting a deep roar.

Qin Yang stood in the center of the parking lot, watching the convoy disappear into the darkness.

His fingers tapped lightly on the bracelet, but the image of Joel Ral's empty eyes kept flashing through his mind.

"Dr. Carter, how long do you think that thing will stay still?"

Qin Yang asked in a low voice.

"do not know."

Dr. Carter's voice was low and weary, "But I suggest you stay away from the Metropolis, Qin Yang."

What happens next might not be as simple as you think.

Qin Yang grinned and looked up at the ceiling above the parking lot: "Simple? In my line of work, I've never expected anything to be simple."

He turned and walked toward the exit, Lex's last whisper coming through his earpiece: "Qin Yang, keep in touch."

Your next job might be even more exciting than this one.

Night fell over the metropolitan town, the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and a damp, chilly air filled the air.

Qin Yang's car slowly came to a stop in the driveway in front of his house. After the engine was turned off, the car was so quiet that only his and Diana's breathing could be heard.

Outside the car window, the old house of James Rogers was brightly lit, and the news broadcasts from the television could be faintly heard, interspersed with sporadic reports about the Central City Laboratory accident.

Qin Yang turned to look at Diana in the passenger seat. She was curiously looking at the town outside the window, her eyes sparkling with curiosity about this unfamiliar world.

Her long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and the zipper of her leather jacket was half-open, revealing a simple white T-shirt underneath, exuding a casual temperament that seemed out of place with her demigod status.

"Diana, we've arrived."

Qin Yang opened the car door, trying to sound relaxed, "This is my home... or rather, my uncle's home."

I lived here when I was a child.

Diana turned to look at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Your home? It looks... very warm."

It's much gentler than the stone palaces of Paradise Island.

Qin Yang smiled, got out of the car, and walked around to the passenger side to open the door for her: "Don't be fooled by appearances, my uncle James is no pushover."

He may be fierce in words, but he has a soft heart.

If he asks you any questions later, don't take it too seriously.

Diana stepped gracefully out of the car, carrying shopping bags filled with the "spoils" she and Felicity had bought in downtown.

.

She tilted her head, her tone tinged with doubt: "Why are you asking so many questions? Are you mortals always so complicated? On Paradise Island, we just say what we want to say."

Qin Yang rubbed his temples helplessly: "Believe me, Diana, the world of mortals is much more complicated than you think."

"Let's go inside, it's cold outside."

The two had just reached the porch when the wooden door creaked open.

The door was pushed open with a thud, and James Rogers appeared in the doorway.

He was wearing an old plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his gray hair was a little messy, and he was holding a can of beer in his hand.

James's gaze swept back and forth between Qin Yang and Diana, his brows furrowed like a walnut.

"Qin Yang, you're finally back!"

James's voice carried a hint of reproach, but his gaze was fixed on Diana. "And this is...?"

Qin Yang cleared his throat and quickly introduced, "Uncle, this is Diana Prince, my friend."

She just arrived in the Metropolitan Area and doesn't have a place to stay yet, so I brought her back to stay for a few days.

Diana stepped forward, extended her hand, and smiled openly: "Mr. James, it's a pleasure to meet you."

I am Diana, from...Israel.

She paused, clearly still somewhat unaccustomed to her new identity.

James narrowed his eyes, took Diana's hand, and looked her up and down: "Israel? Hmph, the accent doesn't sound like it."

He released his grip, turned to Qin Yang, and his tone suddenly became stern, "Qin Yang, tell me honestly, did you use your... superpowers again to do something you shouldn't have? Did you kidnap a young girl?"

Qin Yang was stunned, almost choking on his uncle's words: "Uncle! What are you thinking? Diana is a friend, a friend! She needed a place to stay, I was just helping her, there was no kidnapping involved!" (End of Chapter)