American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

Tom hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

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You created this yourself, and you don't even know how it works?

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on the door.

"Enter!"

The door was pushed open, and the White Queen walked in.

"Is something the matter, Emma?"

The White Queen is holding a pile of documents. Don't ask why a projection can hold documents; the answer is mental power.

The White Queen glanced at Tom beside her. Even though they had known each other for a few days, her shattered worldview was still not completely cured. She looked at Tom as if he were a... completely incomprehensible, bizarre individual.

"Those guys at the research institute are going crazy again."

Upon hearing this, Locke chuckled. This wasn't the first or second time that a group of people who believed in science had been driven crazy by Tom, an unscientific individual.

"Let him go crazy if he wants, as long as it doesn't interfere with the research."

"It's already too late. Those guys have started fighting, and two researchers were blown out of the head on the spot."

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Locke laughed: "What's it for this time?"

“This is it.” The White Queen said, pointing to the green reagent on the table.

"Oh, you guys figured out how this thing works?"

"Yes, the effect is quite peculiar."

"This peculiar reagent has the effect of making mental energy more active. The outward manifestation is that people's thinking is more active, and there is even a certain chance of waking up a person in a vegetative state from a deep sleep."

"The researchers are practically fighting over the two remaining green vials of the drug that Tom is researching, all in an effort to become smarter."

Upon hearing this, Locke fell silent, not because the effect was so miraculous, but because he had noticed a problem.

It seems that it wasn't Tom who was stuck in cognitive rigidity, but rather Locke himself.

Why did Locke want Tom to research a permanent enhancement drug? It's because, in Locke's understanding, this enhancement drug was similar to the enhancement serum in the Marvel universe, and the effect of the enhancement serum was permanent. Therefore, Locke believed that Tom could create a permanent enhancement drug.

But now, after hearing what the White Queen said, Locke suddenly realized that Tom's enhancement potion was not like an enhancement serum at all, but more like something else - a magic potion!

The potions used by Western magicians, witchers, and other extraordinary groups, like this green one in front of us, are essentially potions that increase comprehension!

If increasing strength and comprehension can be researched, then there's no reason why potions that increase agility, physical fitness, or even lifespan and restore youth cannot be researched!

This path seems more suitable for Tom than having him research permanent potions similar to enhancement serums.

Once his understanding was opened, Locke suddenly saw the light.

With potions already out, why bother with sci-fi enhancements? Let's just play the fantasy version!

Enhancing comprehension and cultivating magical power—isn't that better than any permanent enhancement potion?

Of course, there is no magic refining technique in the Marvel universe. Even those around the Sorcerer Supreme are more like sorcerers than sorcerers. They all use the power of others, let alone refining their own magic.

However, the absence of something doesn't mean it can't exist!

There is no real magic refining technique, but there is something very similar, such as Kunlun Qigong.

Although Kunlun Qigong in the Marvel universe is almost comical, even Iron Fist, the face of the universe, only has glowing fists and might not even be able to beat a third-rate fighter on Earth.

But its existence is enough; that thing can be considered a legitimate cultivation technique.

The next moment, Locke stared intently at Tom.

If Tom were to acquire Kunlun Qigong and create a bunch of novels with clearly defined cultivation systems, he could, with his idealistic power, most likely—no, almost certainly—create one or even several extraordinary cultivation techniques.

This is far superior to any enhanced medicinal fragrance!

Chapter Eighteen: Notice, or Death

There is never a shortage of darkness under the light. In the international metropolis of New York, there is a place called Hell's Kitchen, which is the most chaotic area in the entire Twisted City.

Matt Murdoch lives in this violent and chaotic place. By day, he is a lawyer, and by night, he transforms into the superhero Daredevil.

As darkness fell and it became increasingly dark, it was time for Matt Murdoch to take action. However, Matt Murdoch was different today. As he cleaned his weapons, his face was filled with an unprecedented solemnity.

Tonight is different from other nights. Tonight, his target is Kingpin, the so-called underground emperor!

Matt Murdoch was no stranger to Kingpin, the underground emperor who disdained to hide his identity. However, for various reasons, Matt Murdoch did not take action against Kingpin. After all, the Dark Order was still an order, and killing Kingpin would only make Hell's Kitchen, a place already filled with chaos and violence, even more violent.

But that guy shouldn't have, shouldn't have sent his henchman Scarface to kill the woman he loved.

After cleaning his weapons and donning his gear, Matt Murdoch was no longer an ordinary lawyer; he was Daredevil!

Taking advantage of the darkness, Daredevil moves swiftly and agilely, like a bat of the night.

Daredevil quickly arrived at the rooftop of a building, quietly lying there listening intently to find Kingpin's location. He soon pinpointed the target's location, moving swiftly through the night. He climbed to the outside of the building, smashed the outer glass with a powerful punch, and rushed inside.

Faced with the shattered glass windows and the sudden arrival of a strange man, the burly man, whose physique was comparable to that of a sumo wrestler, sat calmly in his executive chair, observing everything before him.

This is Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York. Just sitting there, he exudes an extremely strong sense of oppression.

It wasn't just because of his status and power, but more importantly, because of the muscles beneath his imposing physique, which were almost compressed to their limit. He possessed strength that could be described as the pinnacle of human power!

The overwhelming power, coupled with the prestige that came with being the underground emperor for so long, left Daredevil momentarily intimidated by the opponent's aura.

However, whether for revenge or for his own goals, Daredevil was fearless at this moment, so he charged forward.

Daredevil launched an attack!

Daredevil has fallen!

One punch, just one punch!

Daredevil was sent flying with a thud, crashing into a corner. His arms trembled violently, and the faint sound of bones groaning could be heard.

Superb skills and extraordinary hearing seem to become meaningless under such absolute power.

Kingpin stood up, walked up to Daredevil, and stomped on the man's head.

"Daredevil? You insect-like thing, who gave you the audacity to provoke me? Provoking the underground emperor of New York!"

Kingpin bent down, ignoring Daredevil struggling violently at his feet.

"You think I don't know who you are? You think I'm unaware of your abilities?"

“You ridiculous insect, you don’t understand the concept of power at all.”

"Faced with absolute power, everything you have is like a tiny insect jumping around haphazardly."

"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling..."

Kingpin's cell phone suddenly rang.

Kingpin frowned immediately; no one should dare to disturb him at this hour.

However, being cautious, Kingpin answered the phone, and a completely unfamiliar voice came from it.

"Come down in one minute. The master wants to see you." The voice wasn't loud, but the words were filled with an undeniable domineering authority.

After saying that, the call ended abruptly.

Kingpin's face instantly turned incredibly ugly, his eyes seeming to blaze with fury. No one, never before had anyone dared to treat him, the underground emperor of New York, like this!

With blood gushing from his mouth, Daredevil, who was being trampled under Kingpin's foot, suddenly burst into laughter.

"Interesting, really interesting. You just lectured me, and now you're being suppressed by someone with even greater power. I'm suddenly starting to agree with what you said, haha."

While claiming to agree, his tone was full of sarcasm.

Kingpin's face was ashen, veins bulging on his bald head, and he gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"I'll take care of you first! Then I'll deal with that damned bastard!"

Suddenly, Kingpin, who was about to make his move, went into a frenzy. Danger! Danger! A deadly sense of crisis filled every cell in his body.

boom! ! ! !

The wall shattered instantly, and a giant hand reached out, grabbing Kingpin's head and lifting him up by one hand.

The entire wall was carelessly destroyed, like a bubble, revealing a body that looked even larger and more robust than Kingpin.

The guy who had lifted Kingpin by one hand stared coldly at Kingpin.

"It was you who was disrespectful to the master?"

The newcomer was none other than the pigman, one of the two mutants Locke had taken in before. Since following Locke and undergoing the Punisher's rigorous training, this once somewhat timid pigman's fighting power had exploded!

As the saying goes, "First is the pig, second is the bear, and third is the tiger." The pig's fighting power has never been weak. Once its inner ferocity is aroused, it becomes the most terrifying beast.

Feeling the force that nearly crushed his head, Kingpin's face turned deathly pale. At this moment, the underground emperor felt an unprecedented fear.

"Please, please forgive me!"

The pig-man hesitated for a moment, then said very seriously, "You need to apologize to the master!"

"I apologize, I apologize, and I'm willing to make compensation!"

The pig-man's expression softened. He had been an incomplete mutant who had suffered countless scorns, hunger, cold, and even been hunted down by some special creatures. The White Queen had protected them, but only provided the most basic protection, since the White Queen herself was barely able to protect herself.

It wasn't until he followed Locke that things changed completely. He gained freedom, all sorts of foods he never dared to dream of before, professional training to make him stronger, and... most importantly, dignity!

Therefore, he is now extremely loyal and will not allow anyone to disrespect him.

Without letting go, he grabbed Kingpin's head and roughly dragged him downstairs. In no time, he had brought Kingpin downstairs.

At this moment, the floor that originally belonged to Jinbing was eerily quiet.

Two rows of guards stood at the entrance, each fully armed and exuding an aura of iron will—absolutely elite warriors.

In the very center, in the seat that originally belonged to Kingpin, sat a man whose figure was not as exaggerated as Kingpin or the Pigman, but who inexplicably exuded a sense of oppressiveness that made people's hearts tremble.

Kingpin was served by a sexy beauty who could arouse blood in his lower body at first glance, but he didn't dare to look at her even once.

Locke took a sip of the wine offered by the White Queen.

"I want to see Mrs. Gao."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with an overbearing tone that brooked no questioning.

Kingpin, who was being held down by the pigman's hand, trembled almost imperceptibly upon hearing this. As an underground emperor, Kingpin naturally had support behind him, and Lady Gao was one of them, and one of the most unfathomable figures.

“Sir, I…” Kingpin wanted to refuse, but before he could finish speaking, he was still in the middle of a sentence.

"Notify me, or die!"

Chapter Eighteen: It's all fake, all fake.

Kingpin, his face grim, opened his phone and dialed a number.

"Yes."

"Correct."

"I want to see you."

"it is good."

King nodded repeatedly.

Finally, Kingpin ended the call and cautiously glanced at Locke above him.

"Mrs. Gao has agreed to meet, and we arranged to meet three days later."

Locke didn't even look at him, but looked in the other direction.

"Have you successfully located the other party's address?"

The professional hacker, who was working rapidly, nodded.

"Successfully locked."

"Oh no, sir, the target is moving at high speed!"

Locke chuckled: "An old ghost who has lived for over a hundred years is exceptionally vigilant."

"Let's go, maybe we can gain something else this time."