American comics: From the black robes to becoming the ultimate Doomsday

Gardner exchanged a glance with the soldier next to him.

The soldier who had thrown the steel plate earlier smiled mockingly at the black man, then kicked the small, ten-millimeter-thick piece of steel plate back onto the ground.

There was a clang.

It hit the black man's feet.

The Black man, who was tied to the wooden target post, used his feet to pull the small steel plate over with unprecedented speed, and then stepped on it barefoot.

Suddenly, the black man's foot that touched the steel plate underwent a completely different change.

The deep black color on the skin gradually disappeared, and the skin slowly became smooth and shiny, then gradually turned into a smooth metallic silver luster.

The metallic sheen covered his entire body in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the black man's black skin disappeared, and he was completely transformed into a silver man.

Seeing the test subject cooperate so well, Gardner nodded in satisfaction, raised his pistol, aimed at the silver man, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom--

With a crisp gunshot, the bullet left the barrel.

A spark appeared instantly on the black man's chest, gone in a flash. The hard bullet, encountering the hard metal body, flattened and fell off.

The black man looked stunned.

He vaguely heard the people opposite him talking about some new type of weapon, but it turned out to be just this?

"Don't bother, such tiny bullets are useless against me, it's like tickling me, you know, it makes me feel like I'm laughing at you."

Seeing the bullet in his chest fall to the ground, the Black man couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

He enjoys seeing others frustrated, completely forgetting his own predicament.

It shouldn't be that he forgot; his transformation into a metallic form, which gave him the ability to protect against bullets, gave him the illusion of being omnipotent.

"You're really being noisy. I hope you can still laugh next time."

A cold glint flashed in Gardner's eyes. He simply tossed the pistol in his hand back to the soldier behind him, then raised his own pistol with a crystal bullet.

"I already told you, bullets are useless against me!"

The black man grinned and laughed wildly, but with a gunshot, his laughter vanished.

Because he noticed that a gunshot had rang out.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, a pain that pierced his very soul.

Without a doubt, he was genuinely injured by the shot.

The Black man lowered his head stiffly, looking at the spot in his chest that was throbbing with pain, a look of disbelief on his face.

The area in his chest where he was shot was covered in a metallic color.

At this moment, however, the skin and muscles around the bullet hole were slowly degenerating, the abilities within disappeared, the silver metallic luster faded, and it returned to its original black skin.

How can it be?

Where is my steel body?

What about my steel body that can withstand bullets?

The Black man stared at the scene before him with a bewildered expression, his mind filled with countless unanswered questions.

He couldn't understand how his abilities had suddenly disappeared, and so strangely, in a localized way.

He looked down at his feet, and the still-cold touch of his soles, along with the view in his eyes, clearly told him this.

The small metal plate remained firmly in place beneath his feet.

Gardner, standing in front of him, smiled with satisfaction at the sight. He then opened the magazine and loaded all the newly manufactured red crystal bullets into it.

Amid the black man's terrified and pleading cries for mercy, Gardner, with a smile on his face, emptied a magazine of bullets.

The Black man's shouts gradually faded after a series of shots, then he silently slumped his head and remained motionless.

His body, which had just been completely metallic, had now lost its metallic properties and returned to its original flesh and blood form.

Bright red liquid was gushing out from several bullet wounds.

"He's dead, General!"

A soldier stepped forward, checked the black man's breath, and then replied loudly.

Upon hearing this, Gardner's face lit up with a smile as he looked at the remaining disc-shaped red crystal on the lab table, as if it were some rare treasure.

With a rigorous approach, Gardner directed his soldiers to drag another imprisoned superhuman back up. He fired a shot at the superhuman, then observed the effect of the crystal bullet, and found that the superhuman's abilities had not been restored.

Gardner became truly satisfied.

The cold glint in his eyes almost burst forth.

This is a weapon capable of killing powerful superhumans! With this, then Homelander, Destroyer, and those foreign terrorists who keep causing trouble are nothing to fear.

With such weapons, the military would never allow those freaks like Walter to defecate and urinate on their heads with impunity.

"Can we find mineral resources for this red crystal elsewhere? Can we equip it with weapons on a large scale?"

Gardner put down his pistol and asked Dr. Edge, who was standing next to him.

This is what he cares about most.

Besides Vought's superheroes, there are many more super terrorists targeting the United States, both domestically and internationally, which is also something that needs to be addressed.

There was a large, bare mass of red crystal resources.

That's clearly not enough.

He needs to find out if there are any other stock of this thing.

Dr. Aitch shook his head upon hearing this. "It's not clear yet. This red crystal contains unique energy, unlike ordinary mineral resources. We have already dispatched soldiers to investigate whether there are any of these unique blood-red diamonds. If there are abundant underground reserves, large-scale utilization should not be a difficult task."

Dr. Aitch reviewed the documents and patiently explained to Gardner.

Equipping weapon bullets with red crystals is not technically difficult; the challenge lies in discovering other possibilities for red crystals.

If there is only one piece, then the usage process will be quite limited.

Gardner squinted, his deep voice booming, "Then let's prepare a batch first. We need to deal with that damned yellow-skinned monkey first!"

Dr. Aitchie knew who Gardner was referring to.

It was that Asian youth, nicknamed "Destroyer," who destroyed several military bases in a row over such a long period of time.

This incident has been a huge embarrassment for the military, leaving them feeling extremely frustrated. They have tried to resist but have been unable to do so and have never been able to launch a counterattack.

The appearance of the red crystal has finally given them a glimmer of hope.

In their eyes, since Pei Yuan was also a product of the Vought Group's experiments, he was naturally a superhuman being who existed due to the injection of Compound No. 5.

So this weapon is the military's hope, their hope to kill that No. 58.

Chapter 102 [The Homelander's Method!]

Inside a laboratory at one of Walter's experimental bases.

Homelander lay comfortably on a recliner, injecting a tube of blue liquid into his body with a special needle.

There were more than a dozen empty syringes lying around him on the ground.

The blue liquid in these syringes is compound number five from the experimental base.

As the drug took effect in his body, Homelander leaned back in his chair and then revealed an extremely comfortable expression.

It was like the expression of someone making love with a storm.

This was not his first time injecting compound 5, but it had been at least a decade since his last injection.

Homelander always considered himself the strongest person in the world, before the appearance of Subject 58.

Therefore, after reaching adulthood, he stopped injecting this seemingly useless compound No. 5.

Because he considered himself invincible, and because the growth he received from Compound V had become negligible since he came of age.

All of this made him abandon Compound V, which those superhumans craved.

However, his conversation with his reflection in the lab last time made him realize that he hadn't really used up all his abilities or tried every possible method.

Although the boost that Compound 5 brings him is now negligible, or even close to nothing, it doesn't mean that it has no effect at all.

This simply indicates that it has limited effect on him now.

Since the growth is relatively small, the people of the motherland think of winning by quantity. Once it accumulates to a certain extent, there will inevitably be a significant increase.

The Wotech Group has a solid foundation.

This is the real reason why he has started injecting compound five again.

He has been receiving injections for the past few days, almost twenty or thirty times a day, with compound number five being injected every day.

After continuous injections, the man now has a peculiar feeling that his thermal vision ability has also been enhanced.

It seems that physical defenses have also improved.

Bang!