American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

"Don't worry, Tom, I'll talk to your master in a few days."

Tom's eyes lit up, then he rubbed his head in frustration. Tom actually liked Locke quite a bit, but he was also loyal to his owner, so he was a little troubled.

At this moment, Locke no longer paid attention to Tom, but instead looked at the camera outside with a rather amused expression.

The next moment, a box of medicine appeared out of thin air!

.........

At this moment, inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

The serious, expressionless bald-headed chief stared intently at the screen, which displayed images related to Locke. There were twelve images on the large screen, showing Locke from every angle with extreme clarity.

Agent Hill, standing to the side with long, straight legs and a dashing appearance, asked with some doubt, "Director, aren't you paying a little too much attention to this guy?"

"Although he is very strong in combat, he is still somewhat inferior to some extraordinary individuals hidden in the dark world."

The bald-headed chief shook his head: "No, Hill, you don't understand!"

"Those monstrous creatures may possess greater strength and speed, but ultimately their strength lies only in certain aspects. Their abilities are not balanced, and they also have weaknesses. Once you understand their weaknesses, they are not difficult to deal with."

"This guy is different. Like Frank, he can be classified as a Level 10 agent!"

"Frank, the Punisher?"

"Hmm!" The bald-headed bureau chief nodded.

"Locke and Frank are very similar. Not only do they possess extreme physical abilities, but more importantly, they have skills that perfectly match their strength. They are almost without weaknesses and can unleash maximum destructive power at any time, using anything!"

"Give them a gun, or even just a handy wrench, and they'll instantly become terrifying killing machines!"

A hint of seriousness crept onto Hill's delicate face.

"Then, why did the bureau chief..."

Some things are better left unsaid, but the meaning is obvious.

However, the man with the bald head shook his head, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

"I've always had this idea: true superhumans like Locke and Frank are very rare, even rarer than those extraordinary monsters. If, I mean if, such a guy also possessed that kind of extraordinary power..."

Hilton was taken aback. The director's idea was indeed audacious. However, if it were to succeed, it would provide S.H.I.E.L.D. with a truly powerful and fundamental weapon. Hilton had no doubt about that.

"I've always had a plan to build a..." Before the bald-headed man could finish speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Suddenly, the dried fish next to Locke disappeared from the screen, replaced by a box of reagents that looked like milk.

The bald-headed bureau chief didn't know what it was, but it was clear that something that appeared out of nowhere was definitely not real milk!

"Quickly, get all the guards on the third floor to cell number 70 as fast as possible!" The bald-headed chief's voice was almost a roar.

Chapter Three: You've Changed the Death Sentence

Locke used his remaining functional head to bite a bottle of enhancement pills, then tilted his head back and swallowed the entire bottle.

Bang bang bang... Violent explosions continued to resound inside the body.

Transformation and strengthening—it's as if every cell in my body is dividing at hundreds of times the speed of before, and my power is expanding rapidly!

Ten times! Twenty times... a hundred times! And it still didn't stop.

.........

The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. has a huge number of people, with agents spread across various major countries. Even excluding the staff who carry out covert missions in various countries, the number of people remaining at headquarters is no less than a thousand. Apart from half of them being civilian staff, almost the majority of the rest are guarding the S.H.I.E.L.D. prison. The third floor alone has no less than fifty guards!

Upon hearing the order from the bald-headed bureau chief, all the guards on the third floor sprang into action at top speed, fully armed and wielding riot shields, rushing towards the deepest part of the third floor.

However, they had just arrived at the entrance to the third floor...

boom! ! ! !

The entire steel gate flew backward, instantly knocking more than ten people in front of it away. A large amount of blood sprayed out, and the air was immediately filled with the smell of blood.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure emerged, stepping through the swirling dust.

"Crack!"

Locke casually crushed the metal ring that was still on his left arm.

Looking up at the forty or fifty fully armed agents, Locke's lips curled into a sinister, excited smile.

"I am very satisfied with this welcoming ceremony!"

"shot!!"

It seems that the lower-level leader spoke up.

Instantly, countless tongues of fire erupted from the gun muzzle.

However, when this bullet, powerful enough to easily turn a human body into mincemeat, hit the body, it made a sound like it was hitting metal, and had no other effect besides countless sparks.

Locke took a step forward, bracing himself against the hail of bullets, advancing step by step.

With a casual grab, he caught a handful of bullets in his hand.

"Give it back to you."

With a flick of his wrist, a bullet struck down the two agents who were approaching at an even faster speed.

As a seasoned agent, even at this point, he suppressed his fear and did not back down.

"bomb!"

Four or five silver-white bombs were accurately thrown at Locke's location. Locke casually scooped them all up in his hand, and could vaguely sense that these things were dozens of times more powerful than ordinary hand grenades.

He clenched his fists together, and boom!!!

A huge spark exploded, and a thick wave of fire swept around. Under the scorching flames, Locke, who was completely unharmed, appeared and disappeared in the firelight.

Locke leaped several meters, and the next moment, he slammed his fist into the ground.

boom! ! ! !

The ground exploded, the earth churned, and the ground cracked uncontrollably, blasting all the agents present away. Some were embedded in the walls, some were buried by falling bricks and stones, and some were killed on the spot.

With a single strike, almost all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite agents present were wiped out.

Locke ignored the few remaining agents still groaning in pain, threw a punch that created an air explosion, forming a visible air cannon that cleared the entire passage and, with a loud bang, shattered the door at the end of the third floor of S.H.I.E.L.D.

With a tremendous roar, the entire third level of the S.H.I.E.L.D. prison came alive as countless supervillains went mad, screaming and howling.

"Fuck, fuck, wipe out all those bastards from S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Little guy, let me out, I'll help you escape!"

"Cute little thing, count me in! I'm going to destroy S.H.I.E.L.D. too!"

"Friend, save me! I'll give you a hundred million, a hundred million US dollars!"

Various wailing and howling sounds rang out incessantly, causing a headache.

Locke glanced around and said indifferently.

"Answer me a question."

"If we let you out, what will you do?"

The sound paused for a moment, and then a variety of noises resumed.

"Damn it, let me out first, then I'll answer you!"

"Kill! I will kill everyone I've ever seen!"

"Beauties, I want beauties! I'll devour every single one of them, bite by bite, hahaha!!"

"If you let me out, I can lick your ass!"

Locke glanced at them indifferently and said calmly.

"wrong answer!"

He slightly raised his head, and the next moment, he stomped his foot heavily on the ground.

boom! boom! boom!

The ground burst open in places, and huge spikes shot out from underground, piercing through the criminals one by one.

This is not some kind of earth-based superpower, but rather an extreme application of power.

"Now, your sentence is commuted to death!"

Looking around, I saw a group of criminals who had died tragically. They didn't even understand the principle that if they wanted to live, they had to bow their heads and show their submission. These stupid idiots were just wasting air by living.

Locke strode forward and turned to leave.

Chapter Four: I'm Not a Bad Person Either

In mid-air, a black dot appeared out of nowhere. It vaguely looked like a bird, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a bit slender.

Suddenly, the black dot began to descend, falling at an astonishing speed, and was already in front of us in just a few seconds.

boom! ! ! !

The ground was whipped up by mud waves several meters high, and within a radius of hundreds of meters, countless cracks appeared as if it were shattered glass.

Locke casually swept away the dense dust around him and heard a cold, deep voice.

You arrived later than planned.

Locke looked up toward the sound and saw a burly man in military uniform leaning against a muscle car, exuding an aura of iron and blood.

Locke and the other person looked at each other. Although the two people had no similarities in appearance, clothing or temperament, they strangely felt a kind of harmony and similarity.

"Frank, is that all you noticed?"

The burly man called Frank calmly asked, "You mean the power you just displayed?"

"Hmm, not bad strength."

Faced with a force that resembled a natural disaster, this man was unusually calm.

But this is Frank, the man known as the Punisher.

Locke shook his head, not sensing anything amiss in the other party's attitude.

“You haven’t answered my question yet, Locke.”

Upon hearing this, Locke fell silent.

"It seems you've been betrayed," Frank said calmly and knowingly.

“Betrayal? No, no, no, it’s not betrayal at all,” Locke scoffed.

"My relationship with Hydra has always been purely cooperative."

"Let's cooperate and attack S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Let's cooperate and fight together for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s treasure."

"I failed, and it's only natural that the other party chose to give up on me, the loser."

If it weren't for cooperating with Hydra, how could Locke have possibly managed to wreak havoc on the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. so badly on his own?

After all, Locke was just a mortal before. Even if he had reached the limits of a mortal and possessed combat power that could be defined as a level 10 agent, like Frank, he would never have been able to directly confront the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for why Hydra, which is already considered part of S.H.I.E.L.D., would still cooperate with Locke to harm S.H.I.E.L.D., the reason is that the Hydra that cooperated with Locke and the Hydra that took over S.H.I.E.L.D. did not belong to the same branch.

Alexander Pierce saw the non-Hydra bald man as the hope for Hydra's rise, while others, such as Baron Strucker, saw him as an obstacle to Hydra's rise.

This has nothing to do with right or wrong, it's just a matter of different camps.

"You seem a little excited?" Frank's voice held a hint of doubt for the first time.

"Yes, I'm very excited!" Locke's smile was enigmatic.

"If that guy doesn't give up on me, I'd be too embarrassed to just kill my partner and take everything from him."

"After all, I'm not some vicious villain, right? Haha!"

Frank's eyes widened slightly, and a bloodthirsty excitement surged deep within them.

"Count me in!"

"Of course! You're my best buddy, Frank!"