American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

People like rat-men and hedgehog-men could be fought off even by ordinary people with a small knife.

"Combat ratings of 11 to 100 fall into the second tier on the surface, which is also the range where most extraordinary individuals are. At this level, one can basically ignore some small-scale firepower and at least be able to fight against one or even several armed squads on one's own."

"A combat power exceeding 100 places one in the top tier on the surface, capable of single-handedly confronting an entire army head-on!"

"And this is also my expectation for everyone here in the future."

The classification was very simple and straightforward, and everyone present understood it immediately. They quickly started playing with the combat power detector and even the White Queen became enamored with it.

The supernatural beings in the Marvel universe are too chaotic. Most of the time, because the opponent's abilities are too bizarre, you are killed without knowing anything about them, and it is very difficult to judge what level an enemy is at.

Even someone as powerful as the former Hellfire Black King Xiao, who possessed the incredible ability to absorb any kinetic energy, was once tricked by someone.

Having this now is definitely great news for everyone present.

Frank, in particular, has become somewhat speechless since he's had a lot of contact with mutants. The mutants have too many random abilities, which hinders him from doing missions. This thing makes things much easier.

Frank curiously tried it on himself.

Combat power: 20

Evaluation: Second-rate on the surface

Frank nodded. This data was almost identical to his assessment of his own strength, and its accuracy was very high.

Suddenly, Frank abruptly raised his head and looked at Locke.

To be honest, Frank had been unable to judge Locke's true strength for a long time.

The next moment, a blinding red alarm light suddenly flashed in the combat capability detector.

Combat power: 999

Evaluation: Top-tier on Earth

Warning! Warning! Target is a doomsday-level hazard entity. Escape immediately!!

Locke glanced at Frank, who was standing frozen like a wooden statue, and smiled.

"I deliberately added an alarm setting to the combat power detector. When the difference in combat power between the targets is too large, it will warn the user and give the user a reminder."

Frank looked up and stared intently at Locke, his gaze unwavering.

Just how strong have you become now?

Numerical values ​​are just numerical values; they only have some reference value, but they don't mean you can truly understand the power that those numbers represent.

Locke smiled slightly and said, "In the settings of this combat capability detector, the minimum standard for a nuclear explosion is 800."

"Hiss! Hiss!"

A series of gasps immediately filled the air.

Frank, however, showed no sign of shock. Instead, his eyes burned with an unprecedented fighting spirit, and his fists clenched tightly.

"I will catch up with you, I promise!"

Locke nodded readily: "I have no doubt whatsoever, Frank."

Chapter Thirty-Six: Rebuilding Hellfire

"This combat power detector is the first thing. As for the second thing..." Locke looked at the White Queen.

"Emma, ​​it's time to rebuild Hellfire!"

Locke had long wanted to rebuild Hellfire, but his combat strength was insufficient before, and there was a risk of not being able to control the situation. Now, however, he is at the limit of the top-tier level on the surface, and at most half a month away from being promoted to the sub-father. He can withstand even if the sky falls, and ordinary pressure is no longer a concern.

The White Queen's beautiful eyes lit up immediately. Rebuilding Hellfire meant that she could begin preparations to save her original body, and she looked forward to this day more than anyone else.

"I will bring back all of Black King Xiao's assets!" the White Queen said firmly.

"No, no, no." Locke waved one finger. "That's not important."

"The most important thing in rebuilding Hellfire has never been money."

As he spoke, Locke looked at the others again.

"Next, we all need to work together with one goal: to recruit some powerful extraordinary beings to join the soon-to-be-rebuilt Hellfire."

"It can be a mutant or any other being. There are only two requirements: one is to be powerful, and the other is to be genuinely determined to join Hellfire."

"I don't want Hellfire to be rebuilt and all I do is kill all sorts of spies with all sorts of motives."

"We understand!" Everyone present tensed instantly.

"This is the most important thing right now, and of course, we won't let everyone's efforts go to waste."

The next moment, Locke flicked his finger, and tiny specks of light, each the size of a grain of rice, entered the bodies of the rat-man, the pig-man, and Frank.

"What is this?" Frank asked.

"Some small gifts for you."

These are three high-purity energy crystals that Locke personally extracted. Although they are only the size of a grain of rice, they are enough for the current group.

After the rice grains entered their bodies, the three of them immediately felt their energy levels were many times higher than usual.

"Over the next period of time, your mental activity will be greatly enhanced, and your thinking, comprehension, and so on will be boosted. I hope that when you return, none of you will still be stuck at the third-rate level on the surface."

The rat-man immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Sir, we will absolutely not let you down!"

Locke nodded and tossed two more books to the ratman and pigman; they were "Meditation Techniques - Beginner's Guide," of course, normal meditation techniques.

"Go ahead. If you can recruit more powerful individuals into Hellfire, there will be rewards later."

"Yes!"

Two people, one fat and one thin, turned around and left side by side.

"Frank, wait a minute."

Frank looked calmly at Locke: "What do you need me to do?"

One of Frank's greatest strengths is that he never wonders about the so-called causes and consequences. He gives orders, he carries them out, and everything is that simple and straightforward!

"Frank, in the rebuilt Hellfire, we will not classify Hellfire according to the original system. I plan to use playing cards as our Hellfire emblem."

"Among them, according to my plan, those below 10 are ordinary members, J to K are middle management, and the four A's above K will be the core management of the new Hellfire, and also the leading figures of our Hellfire. I call them: the Four Generals of Hellfire!"

"A general is one who can single-handedly confront an entire army head-on, and only then can he be called a general!"

Frank's eyes flickered slightly: "You mean..."

Locke smiled at Frank: "The position of Hellfire's First General belongs to you alone!"

Upon hearing this, Frank remained silent for a moment, then said without refusing, "I'm not strong enough right now!"

"That's why I called you over."

As he spoke, Locke tossed a document to Frank.

Frank opened it and saw: "Ghost Rider?"

"That's right, Ghost Rider!"

"A special warrior originating from hell, possessing the powerful ability to judge all evil. It is said that if a being can withstand the Ghost Rider's Judgment Eye, it may be able to steal the opponent's power."

Frank's eyes lit up immediately: "I understand."

Without asking how powerful it was, or even what would happen if it failed, he simply grabbed the document and quickly left.

"Ghost Rider? I think I've heard of such a legend. It's said to be an extremely dangerous being!" the White Queen said quietly.

"Of course it's dangerous. Ghost Rider was originally an angel from heaven, but he was corrupted by a great demon and has super immortality originating from hell. He also has the power to judge all evil and burn all sins to ashes. The Ghost Rider's Judgment Flame is theoretically inextinguishable. If you get hit by it, you will die."

"Aren't you worried that Frank will fail?"

Locke smiled slightly: "On this planet, if there is anyone who can withstand the Judgment Eye head-on, that person is Frank."

"Moreover, only by seizing Ghost Rider's power can Frank be qualified to become the first general of our Hellfire!"

The White Queen nestled her alluring body into Locke's arms: "And what about me? What position have you prepared for me? The second-in-command?"

Locke gently brushed the other's hair aside: "The position of general isn't suitable for you~"

The White Queen's lips curled into a seductive smile: "Not a general, then could it be K?"

Locke gently lifted the other's chin: "You naughty boy, you clearly already guessed it."

Above the generals, there are a king and a queen.

"Besides you, the White Queen, who else is qualified to be the noble Queen of the new Hellfire?"

The White Queen's smile grew even more captivating, and she leaned forward to deliver a passionate kiss.

"Darling, please help me rescue my original body."

"In my current state, I am not qualified to be the Queen of the New Hellfire."

A fleeting smile crossed Locke's eyes; the White Queen was now clearly completely won over.

"it is good!"

The White Queen's beautiful eyes lit up: "When?"

"It's now!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them vanished from their spot.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Most Interesting Revenge

In the military, countless soldiers are undergoing intensive professional training. These elite soldiers are all filled with a fierce and indomitable spirit; they are like fighting machines made of flesh and blood.

However, among the elite Ironblood soldiers, there were two out-of-place figures strolling casually through the vast military region. They seemed to be wandering around aimlessly, making interesting comments about the group of Ironblood soldiers, who looked like a bunch of amusing... monkeys?

The White Queen leaned against Locke's chest, and exclaimed in amazement.

“Darling, your ability to manipulate groups of people is better than mine.”

"This doesn't count as mind control, it's more like hypnosis. Their five senses are all distorted by me at this moment. Once your true self regains its freedom and merges with the current projection to go a step further, it's not impossible for you to do it."

The White Queen nodded with a strange look in her eyes: "Where are we going now?"

"Of course, we should talk to those high-ranking military officials."

Locke wasn't sure who had captured the White Queen's true form, but the most likely suspect was William Stryker, not just because he was a fanatical mutant cleansing agent.

More importantly, the Cuckoo Sisters of the future escaped from the Cleansers, an organization founded by William Stryker.

In addition, the Sentinel organization is highly suspicious, after all, far too many mutants have become the organization's experimental subjects, such as Red Devil, a former high-ranking member of Hellfire, who was clearly used as experimental material by the Sentinel organization.

Locke's purpose in this trip was to learn about these two organizations from some high-ranking military officials.

After all, reality is not like movies and TV shows; it can't just be the part shown in movies and TV shows. In reality, these two organizations are much larger and more complex.

As for whether the military leadership is willing to exchange information with Locke on this matter, who cares?

Strolling into a heavily guarded conference room, where several high-ranking military officials were having a meeting.

Upon seeing the two suddenly intrude, a sharp-witted military leader was about to do something when Locke glanced at him casually, and with a surge of chaotic power, everyone froze in place like wooden statues.

"Emma, ​​it's up to you now."

The White Queen nodded and began extracting memories from these military leaders one by one.

Locke, on the other hand, casually sat down on the sofa.

Suddenly, Locke's eyes lit up; he had spotted an interesting fellow.

The Hulk's father-in-law, General Ross, who "loves" the Hulk deeply.

With a casual flick of his wrist, General Ross floated lightly to Locke's side, a wisp of chaotic power overflowing out, and began to browse through General Ross's memories as if watching a movie.

"Huh? The Hulk was already created a long time ago!"

Moreover, according to General Ross's memory, this Hulk's father-in-law had been hunting down the Hulk for a long time, and now even Ross didn't know where the Hulk had disappeared to.

Locke stroked his chin. To be honest, Locke quite admired the Hulk.

Note that Locke admires the Hulk, not Bruce Banner, the one he is inhabiting.

The Hulk possesses top-tier combat intuition and instinct, and also has the superpower to become stronger the angrier he gets. Bruce Banner, who can control this power, lacks these excellent qualities and is just a brainy but physically weak idiot.

This is why Bruce Banner, who later fully merged with the Hulk, was reduced to a comedic character due to his weakened fighting ability; he was unable to unleash the Hulk's amazing potential.