From American comics to becoming the mastermind behind the scenes

hospital.

Matt sat dejectedly on the edge of the bed, always feeling like he was about to make a name for himself, only to be met with the heaviest blow.

"Ever since I met Ren Woxing, nothing has gone well for me."

Matt sighed as he heard the door being pushed open and familiar footsteps.

"Chief Nick Fury? Who's behind you?" Matt asked doubtfully.

Nick Fury smiled and said, "This is Professor Singed, an expert specially hired by S.H.I.E.L.D. I'll have him take a look at your injury."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Professor Singed," Matt replied politely, though his mind was not on his injury at all.

Am I really that weak, that I'm defeated in just three seconds?

Am I only capable of dealing with guys like Kingpin?

Nick Fury watched as Singed sat down in front of Matt and began to examine him.

But after a moment, Singed suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"

"What's wrong? Am I badly injured?" Matt asked.

Singed shook his head: "No, on the contrary, your physical condition is excellent. That's exactly what I want."

"What do you want?" Matt's anus tightened.

"You are an excellent guinea pig, perfect for my upcoming experiments, but you'll feel a little uncomfortable," Singed said.

"An experiment?" Matt frowned and said to Nick Fury, "I don't remember being a guinea pig."

Nick Fury shook his head and said, "You've misunderstood. If you don't want to, we absolutely won't force you. I suggest you listen to what Professor Singed has to say."

"I have two kinds of medicine on hand. One is called 'Glimmer,' which is extremely versatile and will take effect as soon as you drink it."

It can significantly improve physical fitness, recovery ability, and pain tolerance in a short period of time, but long-term use will harm the body and is addictive.

There is another experimental drug that can only be used by specific groups of people; it is more effective but has no side effects. Currently, I've only found you as someone who can use this drug.

Singed spoke slowly, "You want to help others, but helping others requires strength. This is a rare opportunity."

Matt seemed a little uneasy: "Am I the only one who can use it?"

"That's right, only people with a specific magnetic field can have their potential activated by the second drug." Singed's eyes were calm, but Matt felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Matt recalled the humiliating defeats of being knocked unconscious time and time again.

He didn't want to hold anyone back anymore.

"I'm willing to participate in the experiment," Matt said seriously.

"Great, you can be discharged soon. I'll make you some 'super lollipops'."

"Super Lollipop? Is this still in the same style as 'Glimmer Potion'? Why are the naming methods so different?"

Matt muttered to himself, glancing at Singed and thinking, "Do all great people have peculiar naming habits?"

Nick Fury was quite pleased: "Although we didn't manage to invite Constantine to join S.H.I.E.L.D., Singed is still a rare talent." Thinking of this, Nick Fury couldn't help but recall the moment Natasha brought Singed to him.

At first, Nick Fury didn't believe it and thought Constantine was just trying to get away by randomly picking a homeless man on the street to fool him.

Unexpectedly, Singed then demonstrated the power of the Glowing Potion to him.

An ordinary agent using the Glowing Serum surprisingly gained a complete advantage in terms of strength during his fight with Hawkeye.

Although he was ultimately defeated by Hawkeye due to his lack of skill.

But the light-emitting agent can be mass-produced!

In Singid's description, there is also a head-mounted device that can vaporize the luminescent drug to enhance its effects and reduce side effects.

Does this mean that S.H.I.E.L.D. can instantly summon a group of super soldiers whose power can overwhelm Hawkeye?

Therefore, Nick Fury changed his attitude and praised Singed highly.

He immediately used his official authority to set up a laboratory for Singid.

"I need to be careful with this kind of talent, lest the military poach him."

Just as Nick Fury was overjoyed to have acquired such talent...

George Stacy is overwhelmed with two new murders.

"Fuck, fuck! Screw this! Why is it that as soon as I took office as the NYPD commissioner, all I get is this kind of crap every day?"

Both murders were equally bizarre; a person was sitting in an office in a place like New York and froze to death.

Moreover, ice crystals were found inside the body, as if the person had been thrown into ice water and frozen to death.

Another victim was a woman who called the fire department. When the firefighters arrived at the scene, they found no fire, but the victim had extensive burns.

Furthermore, the surveillance footage revealed that the woman was burned to death less than half an hour after returning home alone.

In other words, there was no time to transfer the victim.

George Stacy clasped her hands together and prayed fervently, "Oh God, please grant me a bald, old white man to help me solve my problem!"

"Dad," a silvery voice rang out.

George Stacy quickly put away the case file and smiled, "It's time for school, Dad will take you now."

Gwen's short, golden hair shimmered like scattered gold in the sunlight. "No need," she said, "I'm going to school in Uncle Ben's car. I just came to talk to you about this. I made you breakfast; it's in the dining room, remember to eat it."

"Thank you, Gwen." George Stacy nodded. "Please say hello to Ben for me."

"OK."

Gwen closed the door, a strange thought creeping into her mind: "Why has Dad been talking about 'bald, old white men' all this time? Could it be..."

Before leaving, Gwen glanced at the photo on the shoe rack; it was a picture of the three of them.

"Mom, do you think Dad is gay?" Gwen asked with a worried look. "I'm not discriminating against gay people, but isn't it a bit strange that Dad's preference is for a 'bald, older white man'?"

"Gwen, are you ready? We're about to leave." The boy's voice came from outside the door.

"Oh, I'm all better now. Let's head out." Gwen opened the door. "Come on, Peter. We're going to visit Osborne Industries in a few days. Remember to bring your camera and take some nice pictures for me."

Peter smiled shyly: "Of course."

"Tch, you're probably still clinging to Mary Jane like a simp," Gwen said with disdain.

"Is it that obvious?" Peter scratched his head.

"Everyone in the school except Mary Jane doesn't know," Gwen chuckled, opening the car door and greeting Ben.

Looking out the window at the street scene.

"Today was another peaceful day."

"Breaking news! Tony Stark, President and Head of Research and Development at Stark Industries, was attacked by terrorists while visiting a military base. His current condition is unknown. According to sources close to Colonel James Rhodes, a friend of Stark, his chances of survival are slim..."