America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

Gwen looked at Peter and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Peter asked.

“Spider-Man was bitten by a spider, it feels the same way,” Gwen said with a laugh.

……

……

"Welcome to my laboratory."

Norman turned on the lights outside the lab, and Bruce Banner, Wade, and Leopold went into the isolation and disinfection room next to Osborne's new lab for full-body disinfection.

"How is it, Dr. Banner?" Norman smiled and turned to look at Bruce Banner as they entered the laboratory.

"not bad."

Let's begin.

"Wade, you and Leo, don't move. Just sit there and wait for us to call you," Banner said through the disinfection tunnel.

“Okay.” Wade and Leopold sat down outside the lab, chatting as they waited.

“I have a lab, and I need to collect another sample from you,” Banner said to Norman.

“Norman, you have lost your ability to produce blood. You can only convert the blood of others into your own blood. So I must remind you that 200cc of blood is the limit you can tolerate.”

“Losing too much blood will cause you to uncontrollably fall into a vampire's thirst, your mind will be corrupted, you will find it difficult to maintain your human appearance, and you will uncontrollably attack others to suck their blood,” Banner said with a serious expression.

“I’ve always had good self-control and I don’t let things escalate to extremes,” Norman said.

Norman sat down, tied his arm, and had Banner help him draw blood. Eight blood samples were collected in total.

"Next, we will extract your spinal fluid."

"You have to hold back."

Norman took off his shirt and lay face down on the hospital bed. Banner took a long, thin, and hard professional syringe and inserted it into Norman's spine.

When the needle was withdrawn from Norman's body, Norman's superhuman healing ability allowed the needle hole to heal.

“Vampires are nocturnal creatures; you’ll be more energetic at night than during the day,” Banner said.

"Is Leopold the same?" Norman asked.

“Yes,” Banner replied.

"Leopold, you may come in."

Leopold walked into the laboratory, and Wade followed him in.

"The needle won't go in," Banner frowned.

“I’ll do it.” Wade pulled out a tactical knife, its blade plated with silver, and easily cut a small gash in Leopold’s skin.

"Hurry up, or the wound will heal," Wade reminded him.

Leopold was instinctively annoyed by the cut from the silver weapon, but he didn't want it to be this way.

Leopold's blood samples were drawn tube by tube, and Bruce Banner clearly felt a jolt when the needle was pulled out.

The pain during the extraction of cerebrospinal fluid caused Leopold to exhibit some wolf-like reactions.

Bruce Banner speculates that Leopold can transform into a werewolf without the moon when his life is in danger.

“Here comes the simplest one, Leopold, give us some of your saliva.”

How should I give it to you?

“We won’t look at you, just fill these test tubes,” Banner said.

Leopold struggled for a while before he managed to fill several test tubes with his saliva.

After collecting the samples, Leopold and Wade left the lab and continued chatting outside while waiting.

Banner and Norman discussed their research ideas for a while, and after determining their research direction, the two began to analyze and study the samples.

Norman's newly built laboratory is equipped with the most advanced precision research equipment available at the time, far superior to the equipment in Banner's own laboratory. It took Banner some time to familiarize himself with the new equipment.

With a bow and a lift of the head, the sun rose.

"Norman?"

Dr. Storm arrived at work to clock in, but when he got to the lab door, he found that someone was already busy inside.

"You are Bruce Banner? My God!!"

"You summoned this great master?" Dr. Storm asked in surprise.

"No."

“Storm, you can rest today. We need to use the lab,” Norman said to Storm.

“Okay, does this count as paid leave?” Storm asked.

“Yes,” Norman replied impatiently.

Chapter 395 Preparing to Enter Hell

"I'm very hungry, please give me a dollar!"

A middle-aged Black homeless man stood at the intersection holding a sign, hoping that passing college students would take pity on him and donate some money.

Peter stopped, took out his wallet from his pocket, and put a five-dollar bill into the cup in the black homeless man's hand.

"Thank you, God will bless you."

Li Qun also took out his wallet and put five dollars into the black man's cup.

"Thank you, child, God will bless you."

Harry also put in five dollars.

"God bless you, you are such good people."

The three people walked towards the supermarket.

"What are we having for dinner?" Harry asked.

"See what you want to eat."

Li Qun was still thinking about the middle-aged black homeless man with a full beard who looked like a black version of God, Morgan Freeman.

"How about we have hot pot?" Peter suggested.

"Hot pot?" Harry heard a word he had never heard before.

"Then we'll have to buy more meat," Li Qun said.

"What is it? Is it tasty?" Harry asked.

“Harry, you can think of this as a surprise,” Peter said.

“Let’s see what you’re up to,” Harry said.

"Harry, how do you manage to have dinner when you live alone?" Li Qun asked.

"Eat out."

"I have a plan to eat at all the restaurants around campus, rate them, and find out the best dish at each restaurant."

“My allergies meant that I had to strictly control my diet for the first eighteen years of my life, but now I have so many new and exciting food experiences,” Harry said.

“Tonight’s hot pot is absolutely a revolutionary experience,” Peter told Harry.

"Harry, you need to be careful. If you have a sensitive stomach, you should have some antidiarrheal medication on hand," Li Qun reminded him.

“Don’t we have a hot pot with two broths? One spicy broth and one clear broth broth,” Peter said.

"Anyway, the clear broth hot pot will eventually turn into a spicy hot pot," Li Qun said.

After shopping for groceries at the supermarket, the three of them returned to their apartment carrying two bags of groceries each.

"We're having hot pot tonight," Li Qun told Gwen and Stephanie as soon as he got back.

“That’s so convenient,” Gwen said.

“Harry didn’t eat hot pot,” Peter said.

"There's beer, hurry up and put it in the fridge." Stephanie sorted and categorized the things the three of them had bought, putting what needed to be put in the fridge.

Li Qun was preparing the broth for the hot pot in the kitchen, Stephanie was processing the ingredients and arranging them one by one on a plate, and Harry was watching curiously from the kitchen doorway.

Gwen set up the portable gas stove on the table, Liqun carried a hot pot with two broths out of the kitchen, and Stephanie served the dishes one by one. The table was soon full, and dinner looked exceptionally lavish.

"I've prepared two kinds of dipping sauces, one with sesame and peanut sauce as the main ingredient, and the other with oil as the main ingredient," Li Qun said.

“Harry, come with me, I’ll teach you.” Peter beckoned Harry into the kitchen and guided him on how to make his own hot pot dipping sauce.

“I like it with sesame peanut butter as a base,” Peter said.

“I’ll follow you.” Harry’s steps perfectly mirrored Peter’s movements.

The five people took turns going into the kitchen to prepare their own hot pot dipping sauces, and after distributing chilled drinks from the refrigerator, the hot pot dinner began.

"Put the vegetables you want to eat into the pot and cook them, then use a slotted spoon to scoop them out and put them on your own plate," Peter told Harry.

"interesting."

“What is this dish? I’ve never seen this kind of food before,” Harry asked, looking at a plate of strangely shaped ingredients.

“Never mind what it is, let’s eat it first,” Stephanie said to Harry.

“Yes, don’t worry about that,” Gwen said.

“Okay.” Harry instinctively felt that if he knew the answer, he might not be able to eat.

They bought their groceries from a Spanish supermarket, which had many ingredients that Americans didn't recognize, and the packaging was written in Spanish.

"It's crunchy, not bad," Harry commented.

"Can I have some soup?" Harry asked.

“That’s something we do towards the end,” Peter said.

“You can drink the clear broth hot pot right now,” Li Qun said.