Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1102 (Second Update)

The so-called "immortal serum" actually refers to a mixture of adrenocortical hormones and more than thirty other natural hormones. Specifically, it refers to serum extracted from children containing many hormones, typically used for subcutaneous injections and topical application to remove wrinkles and maintain a youthful appearance. While serum fillers can indeed temporarily suppress wrinkles, even autologous serum and synthetic hormones can achieve this. Furthermore, with the abundance of modern cosmetic procedures, maintaining a youthful appearance is not difficult; therefore, the so-called "immortal serum" cannot achieve true immortality or eternal youth.

This is the scientific conclusion given by the bio-gene laboratory of the Immortal City. The United States also conducted similar experiments in the 1970s. However, this did not prevent politicians and celebrities in Europe and America from believing in it and flocking to it.

Now, Dr. Whitehall, who only has a brain left, also confirmed the existence of the so-called "immortal serum" to the Immortal City through a machine equipped with neural synaptic pulses. In fact, Dr. Whitehall had obtained the start-up capital for his pharmaceutical company long ago by selling the "immortal serum," and the experiment in the 70s was also conducted in collaboration with laboratories at Ivy League universities in the United States.

On the list of those who purchased the serum, the Immortal City's intelligence department saw a large number of politicians and celebrities still active on television, spanning the entire world, with most of the main members being Freemasons. Even Disney, which is most enthusiastic about incorporating Freemasonry elements into its animation, was on it, including the current Democratic president and vice president, Hillary Clinton of the Clinton family, and other Democratic candidates for the next presidential election—especially the latter, an old adversary of the Immortal City in its fight against human trafficking, a supplier of sacrifices to cults and pedophiles, closely associated with Epstein, and owning a broadcasting company that ostensibly helps trafficked children but actually engages in child trafficking and trafficking—the "Haiti Children's Sanctuary Company."

The Immortal City often discovers that many young victims, even infants, rescued from human trafficking in Europe and America have suffered inhuman abuse. Politicians and wealthy individuals need to induce extreme fear in children to produce large amounts of adrenaline and other hormones, with children from Eastern Europe and Latin America being the most frequent victims. When the Sorority and Fimbulwinter First Class rescue these young victims from underground military bases built by the US military and politicians' private estates, they often find traces of blood being drawn from these young victims. The Immortal City has also found centrifuges used for separating serum, refrigerators for storing serum, and other equipment used to prepare serum medications for customers requiring serum injections.

Many young victims have died from abuse and excessive blood loss. Some children have even been injected with sedatives and then hung up and dismembered alive like livestock. The cruelty of those who commit such crimes is beyond human comprehension.

As a politician who has fully aligned himself with the Democratic Party, Salomon has no doubt that Secretary of State Ross also came into contact with this heinous drug. No one would believe that a general forced to retire due to a serious safety incident, and potentially facing court-martial, could climb back to the top of power in such a short time, even surpassing his former prominence. It's highly likely that Ross, while in the military, used his power and research institutions to conduct projects related to "immortality serum" or similar programs. After all, the ongoing "Super Soldier Program" at that time used many of Steve Rogers' serum products; in the vast project, "immortality serum" was insignificant. Ross may very well have been tasked with modifying and enhancing "immortality serum."

Thanks to his prompting, Secretary Ross inevitably recalled memories of the "serum," a principle similar to "don't think about the pink elephant," the best way to obtain information using surface-level mind-detection magic. From Secretary Ross's surface-level memories, Salomon obtained the answers he sought. Although there were some differences in the details compared to his speculation, it was certain that Ross was indeed tasked with improving certain serum products, intending to reduce the side effects and production difficulties of the super-soldier serum.

After Captain America's reappearance, the previously halted project was restarted. Many people still harbored illusions about the immortality project, and Ross remained its main person in charge.

As Salomon intently searched for traces of Secretary Ross's memories, he gradually found himself losing his grip on Ross's neck. He felt his hands being slowly pried open, and when his attention returned to reality, he saw the skin beneath his hands turning red—not the purplish-red of suffocation and poor blood circulation, but a vibrant and dangerous deep red. He could feel the trachea beneath his hands straining to open for air, and the force trying to pry his fingers apart was increasing, as if he were holding not a suffocating old man but a boxer. At the same time, he felt Secretary Ross's weight increasing, and he had to exert constant force to maintain his chokehold.

A few seconds later, Ross, whom he was holding, transformed into a gigantic, roaring mass of red flesh. Ross's gray hair gradually turned black, and his striped suit, wrinkled from the violent dragging, was torn apart by the wildly growing muscles and bones. In the blink of an eye, Ross's size swelled several times until he was similar to the Hulk, yet Salomon still raised his arm and tightly gripped his throat.

Ross clenched his fist and slammed it into Salomon's elbow, then swung his other fist at the heavy black shoulder armor, forcing Salomon to release his grip and stagger back a few steps to the left. Just as Ross was about to headbutt Salomon, the greatsword that Salomon had been holding was thrust out viciously from below, piercing Ross's ribs and sinking straight into his heart and lungs. The crackling blade scorched muscle and internal organs, then the greatsword was pulled horizontally, exposing the deformed organs of the Red Hulk's chest and abdomen to the air, and crimson blood imbued with supernatural power gushed to the ground like a fountain.

The immense pain drove Red Hulk even more insane.

Ross roared, a deafening roar accompanied by a torrent of dark red blood and lung fragments gushing from his throat. Half-crippled, Ross slammed his fist into Salomon's shoulder armor, sending the giant flying like a baseball bat, sword and all. The black-armored giant streaked through the convoy like a black shadow, crashing into the wreckage detonated by a javelin missile. Red Hulk followed closely, leaping into the burning debris and digging with his massive hands to find the giant's landing spot amidst the black smoke of burning gasoline.

But before he could find the black-armored giant, a bomb exploded on his head.

The bullet from a standard .75 caliber high-explosive anti-tank pistol pierced Red Hulk's scalp, and the mass reaction and secondary explosive charge easily shattered his skull. The sudden, devastating blow to his brain caused Ross to momentarily lose consciousness, and his rapidly healing wounds were helping him recover. But he didn't have time for that. A silvery-white mist abruptly appeared behind the dazed Ross, followed by a giant clad in black power armor and wielding a massive sword, which suddenly materialized behind him. The sonic boom from the air displacement blew away the burning gasoline blazing around him.

The giant sword pierced through the thick black smoke and flames, forcefully cleaving Ross's mutated spine. The armored giant raised its leg and kicked Ross into the scorching metal and flames. Ross and his body were inevitably covered in burning gasoline, but the power armor's temperature control system was working hard to regulate the internal problems of the fully enclosed power armor. The internal air circulation and filtration system prevented him from inhaling toxic air, and the heat-insulating armor layer blocked a large amount of heat from the outside. Compared to the armored giant's ease, Ross had to constantly endure the scorching heat. His skin was covered with cuts from the metal and scorch marks from the high temperature. Every breath he took inhaled a lot of unburned gasoline, and his still-healing lungs were constantly dying from the scorching air and toxic chemicals.

Although Ross struggled to cough up foul-smelling black blood clots, it was to no avail, for his spine had been severed, and he couldn't stand. The black-armored giant strode after him, severing Ross's leg joints as he did so. He stepped onto Red Hulk's back, flipped his greatsword, aimed at the neck encased in abnormally developed muscles, and thrust it down with force. The sharp greatsword pierced through the human body and the charred metal below, embedding Ross firmly in the ground like a stake used to nail a vampire.

After doing all this, the black-armored giant straightened up, using his boots to press down on Red Hulk's arm joints. With one hand firmly pressing down on his greatsword, he drew his explosive pistol from his waist with the other, emptying the magazine into the still-screaming, struggling head. He stopped firing only when the pistol's display showed zero ammunition remaining. He drew his greatsword, grabbed Red Hulk's deformed leg (which had stopped healing) with one hand, and held the head—severed by the greatsword and blasted into pieces by the explosives—with the other, dragging his massive, crimson body out of the inferno.

The next moment, a golden-red figure flew from the direction of the airport, crashed into the ground several times, and finally stopped near the corpses of the Black Armored Giant and Red Hulk. Tony Stark looked up, dizzy, and opened his mask.

"Only three minutes have passed!" He stared wide-eyed at everything before him. Along with his questioning gaze came a roar from the direction of the airport: "Can someone explain to me what the hell is going on?! What the hell is this red thing?!"

"Ross," the black-armored giant said in a somber tone, "this is my purpose, and it has nothing to do with you."

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