American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

In an instant, a scarlet light shot into the sky, as if transforming into a pillar of light reaching the heavens. At the same time, terrifying chaotic power began to erupt completely.

boom! boom! boom……

The raging chaotic power transformed into a terrifying chaotic torrent, spreading wildly in all directions and mercilessly destroying everything within its range.

In the blink of an eye, the entire world was completely transformed into a terrifying chaotic ocean, a crimson ocean in which nothing was allowed to exist!

At the heart of the vast and turbulent sea of ​​chaos, Locke, immersed within it, was radiating light throughout his body—a crimson, chaotic glow.

At this moment, his body, every single cell, was being reorganized and sublimated under the impact of the surrounding chaotic ocean!

Locke's body seemed to have transformed into an ocean eye, endlessly absorbing everything and frantically devouring the vast and boundless chaotic power around him.

He didn't know how much time had passed when Locke opened his eyes again. At this moment, the surrounding chaotic sea had been completely consumed.

Locke spread out his hands, feeling a completely different power within his body.

"This is the Father God~"

The Father is not just a realm, but a higher level of life. Locke clearly felt that his life had been sublimated.

For example, even if he was strong before, his lifespan was only that of an ordinary person, but now, according to his perception, he could easily live for thousands of years.

Moreover, he gained an additional ability: a life stance.

This is an ability that higher life forms naturally possess; it can mitigate certain damage and allow them to adjust their power at will, preventing the overwhelming power of the Father from inadvertently destroying everything in the mortal realm.

"I am so much stronger now than I was before!"

As Locke felt the power welling up within him, Kamar-Taj, the bald Ancient One, sighed with a complex expression: "Too fast~ No wonder he's a miracle worker."

In Asgard, in the Great Hall of the Gods, the majestic one-eyed god-king Odin suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was so tangible that it seemed to pierce through heaven and earth in an instant, looking down at Earth.

"Another sub-father-level being has been born in the Central Court."

Earth, a middle-aged man dressed in a suit, holding a cane, resembling a nobleman from an old era, gently adjusted the top of his hat.

"The birth of a new sub-father on Earth is not good news."

The sealed land, the underworld dimension...

At this moment, countless powerful beings trembled at the birth of the new Sub-Father.

Chapter 49 Mutant Bipolar

A crimson light suddenly appeared on the sofa, and at that moment, Locke's figure abruptly materialized.

The White Queen, who was working, suddenly looked up. When she saw Locke, a charming smile appeared on her face. Ignoring her work, she got up and walked to Locke's side, sitting on his lap. Locke also put his arm around her slender waist.

"How many days was I away?"

"Three days, which is shorter than you originally said."

Locke nodded; he had originally thought this breakthrough would take at least a week.

Has anything major happened at the base recently?

"Something big?" The White Queen pondered for a moment.

"Nothing major, but a few minor issues."

"Oh, tell me about it~".

"First of all, there's Wanda. She's even smarter than I thought. She's done a great job with all the plans you made, and she's already a reliable and excellent leader."

"Also, Bruce Banner, whom you brought back, isn't in good condition."

"?"

What happened to Bruce Banner?

The White Queen suddenly smiled and said, "That guy was dealt a pretty bad blow."

Who attacked him?

"Tom!"

Locke raised an eyebrow: "Tom? What did Tom do? Create some unscientific works that challenge his scientific beliefs?"

"Not this one, but it's about the same."

"Tom spent three days somehow building up his muscles, and then beat up that Bruce Banner."

Locke was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. Locke wasn't surprised that Tom could beat up Bruce Banner. Let alone Bruce Banner, if Tom really got carried away, he could beat up the Hulk, or even the four-armed Hulk or the Green Emperor.

After thinking for a moment, Locke said, "It's time for Bruce Banner to leave."

"Leave? Bruce Banner has seven doctoral degrees, shouldn't we keep such a talent?"

Locke shook his head: "With Tom, we don't need many highly intelligent people. Besides, even if we did need them, there are more suitable people than him."

Locke disliked Bruce Banner, a fact he made no attempt to hide.

A guy with a brilliant mind but simple limbs—his existence severely limited the development of the Hulk.

Of the Hulk's dozen or so transformations, the forms primarily featuring Bruce Banner are not considered particularly strong. On the contrary, it is the transformations primarily featuring the Hulk that truly reveal their power, with almost no weaklings.

"Separating Hulk and Bruce Banner will take quite a while, so the base will remain in your hands." After all, it involves the separation of souls, and even the slightest mistake could affect both of their souls.

Locke didn't care about Bruce Banner, but he didn't want Hulk's soul to be damaged.

The White Queen nodded: "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on everything."

.........

Meanwhile, in a room, Nick Fury, Iron Man Tony Stark, and General Ross—three people who usually have little contact—are now sitting together.

Iron Man Tony Stark looked impatient: "Hey, Agent, I've already said I have no interest in your Little Boys organization."

The man with the bald head said coldly, "Tony, you still don't understand. Things are completely different now than before."

"I don't know when it started, but the number of superhumans has begun to explode, and superhuman crimes are becoming more and more common. In this situation, if there is no powerful organization that can directly deter these superhumans, there will be more and more superhuman criminals."

Tony Stark fell silent. He had always been proud, and he still was, but he had to admit that the group of superhumans instilled in him a deep sense of apprehension.

"Tony, I need you, everyone needs you!" Seeing that Tony Stark's resistance wasn't so strong, the bald-headed man naturally continued to press on.

Tony Stark pondered for a moment: "Let me think about this."

"it is good."

On the other side, General Ross listened to the conversation between the two and said impatiently, "Your little boy plan is your own business. I'm busy and don't have time to play children's games with you!"

As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"General Ross, please wait a moment. You wouldn't be so unwilling to know about the Hulk, would you?"

General Ross stopped in his tracks, turned around abruptly, and stared intently at the bald man: "Do you know where Hulk is?"

Instead of answering directly, the man with the bald head said, "General Ross, can you sit down and listen patiently now?"

General Ross sat back down: "Nick Fury, I don't like being lied to. If you really do that, believe me, the consequences will be unbearable for you!"

Faced with General Ross's blatant threat, the bald-headed man remained unmoved, clapped his hands lightly, and the screen turned on, beginning to play a video.

"You two should be familiar with this video, right?"

General Ross and Tony Stark's expressions changed simultaneously. The video that the bald man was playing was of the Hulk unleashing his power not long ago, single-handedly crushing a group of enemies.

General Ross's face turned cold, and he said in a hard voice, "Nick Fury, are you provoking me?!"

Tony Stark's expression was also not good.

The man with the bald head shook his head: "No, I'm not provoking you. Look here."

With a flick of his bald head, the illusion master in the image was suddenly magnified several times, and the bald head pointed to the illusion master's chest.

Tony Stark glanced at it: "A badge, looks alright, then what?"

"This is more than just a badge. Based on my guess, this should be a secretive organization, and that badge may be a symbol of that organization."

Upon hearing this, both Tony Stark and General Ross's expressions changed.

"organize!"

"That's right, the organization!"

“What’s even more frightening is that I suspect the Hulk was also targeted by that organization, and they wanted to recruit him into their ranks.”

"Also, look at the surface of that badge."

"This looks like an Ace of Clubs?"

“That’s right. Based on my guess, I suspect that the organization uses playing cards as its symbol.”

"That Ace of Clubs is clearly a dangerous being on par with the Hulk, and this organization might have four such beings! Because there are four Aces in a deck of cards!"

Upon hearing this, Tony Stark and General Ross both gasped.

Four Hulks, capable of single-handedly taking on an entire army, what a terrifying organization that would be!

"No, we can't wait any longer, we must thoroughly investigate this organization!"

"It's useless, Tony. Even if you find out, what good will it do? Facing four monsters of that level, what are your chances of surviving?"

Tony Stark fell silent instantly.

General Ross looked at the bald-headed man: "So, what do you suggest we do?"

"Gentlemen, I need your help. I need you to come with me to see someone."

"Who?"

"One of them might be able to investigate the existence of that organization on their own."

"One of the most powerful superhumans, the mutant Bipolar—Professor X!"

Chapter Fifty: Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.

Looking at the school's sign, Tony Stark frowned and said, "Agent, is this the school you mentioned, the one where superhumans gather?"

"Excuse me for speaking frankly, but in my opinion, this is just an ordinary school."

Before Baldy could reply, a voice suddenly rang in Tony Stark's ear.

“Mr. Stark, this school is no ordinary school; it’s a paradise for children.”

Tony Stark looked around and finally his gaze fell on a wheelchair that was slowly approaching in the distance.

A middle-aged man sat in a wheelchair. He looked to be in good spirits and was quite handsome, the kind of handsome that exuded elegance. Even in a wheelchair, he still displayed his unique personal charm.

Tony Stark's gaze lingered on the handsome middle-aged man for only a few seconds before quickly shifting to the figure pushing the wheelchair behind him.

"Wow, buddy, your girl's hot!"

"Perhaps I should have come here sooner."

Professor X smiled gently: "Mr. Stark, Jean is not my girlfriend. She is a teacher at this school. Also, I'm sorry, Jean already has a boyfriend."

"This is really not good news."

Jean Grey completely ignored the Playboy's flirting, treating him as if he didn't exist.

Professor X's gentle gaze swept over each and every one of them.

“Mr. Stark, a big tycoon, the one next to him should be a secret agent, and a high-ranking one at that. And the last one, I’ve seen him on TV, General Ross, a military magnate.”

"With tycoons, government officials, and military leaders all setting up this place at the same time, it seems I'm in trouble."

The man with the bald head stepped forward and looked directly at Professor X: "Professor X, we need your help with something."

"That must be a very troublesome matter. It seems my peaceful days are coming to an end."

"I'm sorry, but perhaps only you can do this."

Professor X shrugged: "Then let's talk about it. Let me state first that I'm just an ordinary disabled person. If things are too difficult, please forgive me for not being able to do it."

"A bipolar mutant like myself is no ordinary cripple," General Ross scoffed.

Professor X smiled and said nothing more.

The man with the bald head said, "Professor X, we need your help to find a mysterious organization."