American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

With two "bang" sounds, Frank opened the door and got into the driver's seat with an eerie speed, in almost a second, and then patted the passenger seat hard.

"Let's go, buddy, get in the car!"

Locke did not choose to take the seat, but shook his head instead.

Frank frowned: "You think that with your and my strength, we're not enough to wipe out that bunch of scum?"

Locke shook his head again.

"With the two of us, surrounding those guys shouldn't be a problem."

"However, there are too many Hydras. The two of us alone are not enough to stop them all. We can keep the ordinary Hydra members, but we can't keep those core high-ranking members. If any one of them escapes, it will be a problem. You know I have always hated trouble. We can only work harder and send them all to hell."

"In addition, there are a few troublesome little guys inside."

Locke thought of two people: Wanda and Quicksilver.

According to the original setting, Wanda and Quicksilver awakened their abilities only after being stimulated by the Mind Stone. However, those in the know understand that Wanda's chaos magic originated from the Dark Lord, Sithon. The Mind Stone merely served as a stimulus; Wanda already possessed the power of chaos magic within her.

Therefore, even though the Avengers storyline hasn't officially started yet and the Mind Stone hasn't arrived on Earth, Wanda's potential may still be untapped.

After all, this world is not simply the Avengers world or the Iron Man world, but a more comprehensive Marvel world. Various heroes under Marvel have made their appearances to varying degrees. Therefore, the original storyline of Locke has always been used as a reference, and the so-called plot has never been completely relied upon.

"Therefore, we need a few helpers."

"Where should we go now?"

"Let's find a place to rest."

"Also, I'm going to see someone."

"Who?"

"Hellfire, White Queen!"

Chapter Five: The Monster Without Flaws

A man with a bald head was sitting in a room, watching a video over and over again. The video showed Locke smashing through the prison and instantly slaughtering all the prisoners.

Every frame and every move Locke makes in the video is displayed with exceptional clarity.

"Hill, what can you see from this video?"

Hill, a tall, beautiful woman with a dashing and decisive demeanor, also stared at the video with a somewhat solemn expression.

"The dried fish disappeared suddenly, and the thing that looked like some kind of enhancement serum also appeared suddenly. It should be some kind of space displacement device, or a superhuman with spatial abilities."

Which ones did you focus on?

Hill shook his head and continued, "That white enhancement serum is very powerful. The abilities we can see so far include super defense, super strength, ranged attacks, and dispersed area-of-effect attacks. As for whether there are any other effects, we don't know yet."

"Abandon this data collection!" the bald-headed man's voice rang out without a doubt.

"Why is that, Chief?" Hill asked, puzzled.

The bald-headed man stared seriously at the screen with one eye: "This is what I told you before, the most terrifying thing about people like Locke and Frank!"

"They are the most terrifying killing weapons in human history, possessing the ultimate control and skill of humankind!"

"Monsters with extraordinary power are never scary. They all have various weaknesses. Power-type superhumans usually have a deficiency in speed, and those who control natural forces like fire will neglect physical training because of their great power."

"Even powerful individuals like Magneto and Professor X, who are classified as S-level dangerous in the Extraordinary Files, are no exception. Professor X's weakness is himself and his students, while Magneto's weakness is Professor X."

“A guy like Locke is different. He has no weaknesses. You only see the amazing destructive power Locke has after taking that white serum, but what I see is the absolute control Locke displays. It's as if that power originally belonged to him, and the effect he shows is a powerful force with almost no shortcomings or flaws!”

"What you see is only what they want you to see. Remember, if one day you are confident that you have found Locke's real weakness, then remember, immediately, right now, give up as quickly as possible. It's highly likely that he deliberately showed it to you!"

As the bald-headed man continued to narrate, Hill's little mouth kept widening. In the end, the way she looked at the screen was no longer like she was looking at a person, but more like she was looking at a myth among humans!

A strange light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Hill, who was watching out of the corner of his eye, had a barely perceptible smile on his lips before quickly closing it again.

.........

Locke casually draped a white bathrobe over himself, his half-naked eight-pack abs exuding a powerful aura.

He casually picked up a wine glass, poured half a glass of red wine, and gently swirled it.

"That bald-headed guy is probably watching the footage I left behind over and over again right now."

Locke was never afraid of that bald-headed guy finding his weaknesses. Locke didn't have the limits of a human being who had been through countless battles and forged himself into a walking killing machine.

As for the fact that the enhancement drug is a one-time ability, Locke is not worried about the other party finding out. Even if the bald head had his forehead caught, he would not have such thoughts as trying to prevent Locke from being enhanced by shattering the enhancement drug.

An ordinary person receiving the enhancement serum might still be vulnerable to being destroyed, but someone like Locke, who has shaped his entire body into a weapon, could have more than three ways to quickly enhance himself even if he were currently wearing a bathrobe with nothing to hide. This is the ultimate control over the limits of human potential.

It is also the reason why Frank, the Punisher, who is just an ordinary human, has a record of killing many superheroes: they are the same kind of people.

Locke stroked his chin for a moment: "Should we send Natasha again?"

"No, probably not."

"Egghead knows very well that Natasha is indeed excellent, one of the best S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, but Natasha's weakness is very clear: Natasha's heart is empty, and this emptiness can be filled."

As can be seen from the original work, even when faced with major problems, such as the Avengers Civil War and the Thanos incident, many people chose to give up, but Natasha was one of the few who never gave up.

Natasha may not be the strongest fighter, but she values ​​everything the most because she considers the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. as her home, filling the emptiness in her heart.

Locke also has the potential to fill this void.

That extreme pragmatist with the bald head would never be so foolish, nor would he give up on contacting Locke.

As for the hatred stemming from Locke's sabotage of the prison and the killing of countless agents, ha, for extreme egoism, hatred? Such things are utterly meaningless in the face of absolute value.

"So, who could it be?"

"Barbara? Sharon Carter? Or Simmons? It can't be his second-in-command, Hill, can it?" To be honest, Locke was also a little curious at this moment.

"Ding dong, ding dong!"

The scheduled time suddenly sounded, Locke's expression shifted, and he casually tossed his wine glass aside.

"It's time already."

"Open the latitude trading window!"

Chapter Six: Cheese for Laser Gun

Amidst a few snowflakes, Tom's familiar face appeared on the screen, waving and greeting Locke as soon as he appeared.

"Tom, you seem to be in a good mood."

Tom immediately grinned widely and couldn't stop laughing.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, Tom vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was pushing a small cart with boxes of potions lined up on it. Judging from the top box, they were all identical enhancement potions.

Locke smiled and said, "Tom is very capable. Thank you very much. I really need these."

"Also, I've prepared a gift for you."

The scene shifts to a corner, where a mountain of snacks, small fishing rods, meat snacks, and various dairy drinks appear.

Upon seeing the mountain of snacks, Tom's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth watered uncontrollably, like a fountain.

"Also, there's this." Locke flipped his hand and rolled something that looked like a car wheel into the frame.

This is a huge cheese, known as the most expensive cheese in the world, Parmesan. Locke hasn't forgotten that cheese is Tom and Jerry's favorite, far surpassing meat and dried fish.

As expected, Tom was completely dumbfounded when he saw the enormous cheese, the size of a car wheel, and he kept swallowing it down.

However, the next moment, Tom stopped drooling. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but suddenly, a huge hammer fell from the sky and smashed Tom's entire head flat.

Yes, it literally means "flattened," and it's not an exaggeration.

If an ordinary person saw this, they would probably be shocked. Locke was very calm. Tom, well, what does it matter if his head is flat or not? It's no big deal if you take his head off and play with it. It's just routine.

Tom remained calm, casually rubbing his flattened head back to its original shape. While Tom was recovering his head, Jerry grabbed half a bag of dried fish and ran away. Tom was too lazy to play along with him.

It's just dried fish. Tom is about to have a mountain of them, so he'll just give half a bag to the little mouse. What a generous Tom!

However, perhaps it was this knock that reminded Tom of something. Tom turned around and disappeared. When he reappeared, he had two guns in his hands, one of which looked like a toy gun and the other looked like a revolver.

Tom looked on with a hint of anticipation and pushed the things toward Locke.

Locke raised an eyebrow, naturally not thinking it was just an ordinary toy gun.

The Latitude Trade began, and Little Hill and Big Cheese disappeared simultaneously, followed by the appearance of the two guns in front of Locke.

The sound of Tom's pain (happiness) as he was overwhelmed by a mountain of snacks could be heard in the video, while Locke's attention was drawn to the gun, which he was very familiar with.

"Hey, this toy gun is actually a laser gun!"

Locke vaguely recognized this thing; it was one of Tom's most accomplished creations. On the other hand, the other one, after Locke examined it for a few moments, turned out to be just an ordinary revolver.

"Perhaps we need to fire a few shots to see the effect?"

Locke didn't test the guns immediately; instead, he put both guns away and looked at the call interface.

"Tom, what about what I told you before? Have you thought it over?"

"From now on, if you follow me, you won't need to catch those mice. You can just spend your days tinkering with the little inventions you like."

Tom struggled to peek out from among the snacks. Upon hearing Locke's words, a troubled look immediately appeared on his face. He stretched out one hand in an instant, pulled out a drawing board from somewhere, and quickly wrote a line: "Master has gone out to work."

Tom can not only write, but he writes very well. Moreover, Tom can actually talk. However, Tom's ability is very subjective. Most of the time, he thinks of himself as an ordinary cat, and cats are not supposed to talk.

As for whether cats should be able to write... well, Tom thinks they should be.

"Alright, then let me know in advance when your master is coming back, and I'll go and talk to him."

As he said this, Locke glanced at the bottom right corner, where the favorability rating had reached 99%.

Tom patted his head in frustration. Stopping his owner from going to work was quite a task for Tom.

Just then, another trade notification appeared on the other end. Tom looked up in confusion, accepted the trade, and the next moment, a small piece of metal hit Tom on the head and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Tom stared wide-eyed at the gold that had fallen to the ground. With Tom's intelligence, how could he not know the value of gold!

"Give that thing to your master, whatever her job is. I think she wouldn't mind talking to me for the sake of that thing."

Locke closed the Latitude Trading interface, picked up the two guns, and prepared to find a place to test their effectiveness.

Locke is currently living in a large, detached villa that has been renovated, including a shooting range in the basement, where Frank is currently modifying firearms.

"Frank, come and see what good stuff I've gotten my hands on."

Frank casually glanced up and asked, "Colter Python, where did you get this antique?"

Frank completely ignored the toy guns.

Locke chuckled inexplicably. "Old relic, here comes a shocking old relic."

Locke is very skilled with all kinds of guns, and he can fire them without even needing to adjust them.

With a "thud!", the bullseye hit the ring.

Frank didn't even look at the bullseye. He would have been surprised if Locke hadn't hit it. He just listened to the gunshot and said, "That old relic is well preserved."

Immediately afterwards, a series of banging sounds rang out.

At first, Frank was indifferent, after all, it was just an old relic. But as time went on, Frank's expression changed, because seven gunshots had already been fired in succession.

When the tenth shot rang out, Frank no longer cared about the treasure in his hand, but instead focused his attention on Locke, or more accurately, on the revolver in Locke's hand.

The twentieth shot, the thirtieth shot... the fiftieth shot, Locke stopped, not because he ran out of bullets, but because he didn't want to fire anymore.

"Fuck Fuck!"

Frank, usually so composed, suddenly swore and stared dumbfounded at the gun in Locke's hand!

Frank's worldview was shaken like never before!

"Damn it, how can the Colt Python have a magazine capacity of fifty rounds?!"

"Fifty rounds?" Locke casually fired another shot.

Frank: ………

Frank rushed to Locke at an unprecedented speed and snatched the revolver that had almost warped his worldview.

The gun itself hasn't undergone any modifications; it's just an ordinary Colt Python.

Frank raised his gun and began firing rapidly. Accompanied by a dense burst of gunfire, Frank fired a hundred shots in quick succession.