American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

"Sir, what should we do with this guy?"

Locke, who had already taken a few steps, didn't turn his head and casually waved his hand.

Kingpin's expression suddenly changed drastically: "No, you can't..."

Before he could finish speaking, with a snap, his throat was crushed, and this once-renowned underground emperor collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Locke didn't have any ill feelings towards King, but a certain version of Kingpin would create a time machine to cause trouble, and Locke wasn't sure if it was this one, so he simply killed him.

"This guy's territory is quite large; let's find someone to take it over."

"Yes, sir."

.........

The elderly Mrs. Gao sat in her private jet, her expression constantly shifting.

"Something's wrong, something's very wrong!"

"Kingpin is a proud man. He rarely contacts me since he became the underground emperor, and he hasn't been in any major trouble lately."

The longer one lives, the more afraid of death one becomes. No matter what, even if there is only a sliver of a possibility, Madam Gao does not want to take any risks, so she chooses to leave as quickly as possible.

For an entire night, traversing nearly half a continent, until dawn, it was only the elderly Lady Gao who finally decided to shut down the machine and have her people send her to the manor as quickly as possible.

Having lived for over a hundred years, Madam Gao is naturally not short of money and owns her own estates in several countries.

Sitting in the car, Mrs. Gao, who already looked somewhat tired, finally turned on her phone and dialed a number.

"Find out what happened with Kingpin." After saying just one sentence, Mrs. Gao hung up the phone.

After doing all this, Madam Gao finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against the soft chair to rest.

"Crench!"

Suddenly, the vehicle braked sharply, then made a sharp 90-degree turn, nearly throwing Mrs. Gao, who was unprepared, off the road.

"Damn it, do you want me to smash your head in?" Mrs. Gao screamed angrily.

"Madam, someone is blocking our way!"

Madam Gao's expression changed, and her look turned somewhat gloomy.

"who is it?"

It couldn't be one of those intelligence organizations. The Hand and the Society have connections in all intelligence organizations. Kunlun might be a possibility, but those old foxes in Kunlun wouldn't go so far as to send a car to intercept her.

"Could it be..." Madam Gao suddenly thought of Kingpin, and her face grew even more unpleasant.

"It seems that over time, some people have become increasingly disrespectful to this old lady!" Her eyes flashed with a brutal and savage light that was completely different from that of a normal elderly person.

suddenly……

boom! ! ! !

The massive explosion and the terrifying wave of fire instantly engulfed the entire car where Mrs. Gao was sitting!

Fortunately, it was early in the morning, and there weren't many people on the roadside, so the sudden explosion was unlikely to trigger a riot.

Vehicles sped in, quickly surrounding the explosion from all sides.

One of the most luxurious extended Lincolns had its door slowly open, revealing Locke gently stroking Tom while holding him. Tom was limp and purring contentedly.

The White Queen, standing to the side, gave Tom a strange look. Only at this moment did she realize that this very unscientific little thing really was a cat.

"Aren't we trying to get something from that old man?"

Looking at the raging fire in the distance, the explosive power was such that even most mutants who weren't physically strong might not be able to withstand it.

Locke chuckled: "If she can't even withstand this, then she's unworthy of being called a hand and the five fingers of the society."

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang rang out, and a figure enveloped in flames emerged from the blast.

Within the flames, one could vaguely see that the person seemed to be protected by a strange membrane, and appeared to be unharmed.

The next moment, as the figure in the flames flicked her hand, all the surrounding fire was shaken off, revealing Madam Gao, who was somewhat disheveled and whose hair was half black.

At this moment, Madam Gao's face was so gloomy it was almost dripping with water.

For the first time in her life, Madam Gao felt the breath of death so clearly.

If she hadn't been afraid of death, she wouldn't have betrayed Kunlun along with the other fingers. So, at this moment, Madam Gao's fear quickly turned into anger, an unprecedented rage!

"You deserve to die!"

"No matter who you are! You, your family, friends, colleagues, everyone around you, you all deserve to die!"

With a roar, Madam Gao struck out with her palm, which materialized into an illusory hand and slammed down on the car where Locke was.

Locke also moved, lifting Tom directly up from his hands.

Madam Gao sneered. Was she terrified by her power? What use was a cat?

Tom, who was being lifted up, looked curiously at the transparent hand in mid-air and stretched out his own paw to shake hands!

The next moment, the illusory hand used for the attack was grabbed by Tom and held in his own hand.

"Impossible!!!" Madam Gao's old eyes widened instantly, filled with unimaginable shock.

"Sorcery! What kind of sorcery did you use! I don't believe you!"

Enraged, Madam Gao once again channeled her inner energy, unleashing a powerful palm strike that cleaved through the air.

Tom chuckled as he played with the phantom hand in his hand. Seeing another one fall, he grabbed it and started playing with it, his mouth agape with delight.

He even held two illusory hands, waving and laughing at Madam Gao, seemingly to say hello and thank her for the fun gift.

Mrs. Gao understood what Tom was trying to say.

With a "pfft," Madam Gao coughed up a large amount of blood.

She withstood the car explosion head-on without being injured or bleeding, but at that moment she was so angry that she vomited blood.

"No, it's impossible!"

"Fake! It's all fake!"

With a loud scream, Madam Gao's vision went black.

Chapter Nineteen: Dragon bones equal flour, no problem!

"Stop playing."

Locke grabbed Tom's little arm and flung away the illusory energy palm that Tom was holding.

bump!bump!

Two large craters were instantly blasted into the ground. Tom was stunned when he saw this, and his fur stood on end!

Was the thing we just played with really that scary?

Locke had two men grab the unconscious Madam Gao, and then gestured to the White Queen: "Extract her memories; I want everything of value."

The White Queen nodded, and her eyes began to shine with a brilliant light, symbolizing the power of the soul.

After a moment, the White Queen nodded.

"Then let's go check out her old hideout here. That old ghost runs here whenever she gets scared, so there must be something good here."

The White Queen smiled. "According to her memory, there were indeed quite a few good things."

Before long, the group arrived at the outside of a huge manor. Looking at the manor, which covered more than a hundred acres, Locke smiled and said, "This old ghost who has lived for over a hundred years really doesn't treat himself badly."

Unfortunately, it belongs to him now.

"Emma, ​​lead the way."

The White Queen nodded. Having obtained all of Madam Gao's memories, she was very familiar with the manor and led Locke directly to a very secluded, seemingly ordinary small room.

The White Queen skillfully and swiftly unlocked three passwords in succession, each located in a different position.

And so, the small room was slowly opened.

Upon opening the door, one is greeted by rows of firearms, including sniper rifles, submachine guns, assault rifles, and all sorts of other firearms.

Looking at the firearms, Locke shook his head.

As a traitor to Kunlun, she controlled Kunlun Qigong and could become stronger through practicing it, yet she placed her safety in the hands of external forces. That old woman has completely gone astray.

"That's all?"

“Of course not.” The White Queen walked to a wall that was also filled with guns, tentatively touched it, and then pressed it hard. Instantly, with a creaking sound, half of the wall slowly opened again, and a dark passage appeared in front of Locke.

Locke didn't hesitate and stepped into it. The passage was continuous, with some hidden traps along the way, but unfortunately, those traps were of no use to the White Queen. In no time, the two of them and the cat arrived at the depths of the passage and entered a smaller secret chamber.

"This is the secret room that the old lady cared about the most. The things on the left seem to be some important medicinal herbs, but I don't know much about them."

Locke casually picked up a ginseng root that was clearly quite old; it must be a so-called century-old ginseng. After examining it for a few moments, Locke turned his gaze away.

The White Queen began her introduction again: "These are special items with extraordinary powers, which that lady collected little by little over a long period of time."

There were far fewer things here than those medicinal herbs. There were skins that looked pitch black, and teeth that were dozens of times larger than canines, and so on.

"There are many things in there that even the old lady couldn't figure out what they were used for, except for this."

As she spoke, the White Queen gently picked up something that looked similar to 'flour'. The packets were wrapped in exquisite little bags, her movements as gentle as could be, as if she were holding a rare treasure, her eyes filled with unprecedented eagerness.

"Dragon Bone, that's the name of this thing. According to her memory, its function is... to grant immortality!"

Locke nodded. It wasn't surprising. Although the old guys in the Hand and the Guild were going crazy for new dragon bones, they shouldn't be completely broke. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a matter of being anxious.

The eagerness in the White Queen's eyes quickly turned into disappointment. According to Lady Gao's memory, these magical dragon bones could indeed grant immortality, but there were too few of them, and they wouldn't last long.

Locke picked Tom up and placed him on the table where the dragon bones were placed, then gently stroked Tom's fur.

"Tom, did you hear that? This thing can live forever. Tom, even though you're very smart, the smartest cat in the world, you should know that cats don't live very long."

Upon hearing this, Tom was initially distressed, then stared intently at the dragon bone, before turning to Locke. He began to nuzzle Locke's hand with his little head, his large eyes filled with longing and eagerness.

Locke patted Tom's head again: "Of course, Tom gets a share of this, but as you can see, there's only a little bit. It's not even enough for one person, let alone to share."

"So, Tom, it's up to you. See if you can try to make the same 'flour' that works. You're the smartest cat, it's just some specially made 'flour,' there's no reason why Tom can't make it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Tom nodded vigorously, his face filled with solemnity and confidence.

Tom is super smart; if others can do it, Tom can too!

The White Queen, standing to the side, watched Locke trying to fool Tom with a strange look. She really wanted to say that this stuff was made from dragon bones, not some kind of seasoned flour.

However, thinking about all the outrageous things Tom had done before, the White Queen suddenly felt that perhaps this little monster really could do it.

"Also, White Queen, give me the qigong exercises you copied down on the way."

Upon hearing this, the White Queen opened her handbag. Don't ask why a projection would use a handbag; it's simply because she's a woman.

Stacks of documents, resembling files, were handed to Locke.

Locke passed on the Qigong to Tom.

"Tom, this is the power that old woman used to make people stronger, but we're not used to practicing it. Tom, could you try to modify it into a version that's more suitable for us to practice?"

"Tom, you haven't forgotten Jerry, have you? And Jerry's whole family of 'terrifying' siblings. To beat them, Tom needs to become stronger, and this is your chance!"

Upon hearing this, Tom instantly became excited, countless times more so than the flour that grants immortality!

Chapter Twenty: This went a bit too far.

In the blink of an eye, twenty days have passed.

Tom, looking conflicted, approached Locke.

Locke casually ruffled Tom's hair: "What's wrong? Did you run into a problem?"

Locke didn't expect Tom to succeed immediately. After all, creating a truly sustainable path of cultivation requires a certain logic. Tom's abilities don't need logic, but Tom himself does.

Tom shook his head, then nodded.

Then, he grabbed a handful of books from behind him and slapped them out, arranging them in two rows of three books each.

Locke picked up a book at random and started reading "Knight's Breathing Technique - Apprentice Edition".

By using specific breathing frequencies to temper the body and activate the life energy within, one can eventually condense a life seed and become a knight's apprentice.

Very good, very impressive. It's no wonder Locke went to so much trouble to provide Tom with so many fantasy novels; Tom actually managed to produce them.