American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Roar!

The invader, as a parasite, wore a complex expression on his face, one that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure. Only a blank white remained in his eyes, and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, like a hungry beast seeing its prey. In any case, he didn't look normal at all.

Luke took a step back. The invader, bound to the experiment table, roared like a beast and struggled frantically, with such force that even the restraints stretched, as if elastic.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through Luke's senses. The spider-sense meme harvested from Anya was frantically alerting him. Of course, his spider-sense was far inferior to Peter Parker's original, at least in terms of sensitivity and range. But at close range, it was enough for Luke.

Whoosh!

The experimental subject on the table suddenly disappeared, then reappeared face-to-face with Luke. His five fingers were now like the claws of a wild beast, reaching directly for Luke's heart at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

Bang!

However, the experimental subject's extremely sudden attack was still blocked.

A hexagonal energy shield stood firmly in front of his claws. Although it looked thin, like a fragile gold leaf, it was incredibly strong.

[Analyzing:

Attacker's attack method: Physical, Energy

Special Energy: Dark Evil, Magic

Characteristics: Mental Parasitism, Control

Analyzing attacker's physical fitness: Critical State [Potential Burst]

Deep Analysis: Completed

Information: Unknown Mental Parasite

Race: Human

Weaknesses: Magic, Holy Light, ...

Soul Crystal Energy Conversion]

In an instant, the hexagonal energy shield suddenly expanded to be taller than a person. The energy attribute on it had been converted to Holy Light. When the shield expanded, it unleashed a violent energy shockwave forward. Caught off guard, the experimental subject was blown away by the expanding shield. Blisters erupted all over his skin, as if scalded by boiling water.

A light spear was thrown out at a tricky angle, piercing the opponent's body before they even hit the ground, pinning them to the floor. However, unlike the previous case of one light spear per invader, this experimental subject still possessed the strength to struggle even after being struck by the light spear. He gripped the spear embedded in his chest and abdomen with both hands, slowly pulling it out, even though his hands holding the spear burned like they were gripping a hot iron, emitting sizzling sounds of flesh being seared.

However, under Luke's control, 002 had already added four more spears, pinning the opponent's limbs to the ground as well.

[Status: Mental Parasitic Consciousness Imprisoned

Experimental Subject: Body Over-Exhausted, Near Death

Result: Captured]

As Luke's gaze fell on the experimental subject, the battle suit on his body updated the corresponding information in his mind.

Even pinned to the ground by five light spears, the experimental subject was still struggling with all his might, but his struggles looked weak and futile.

"Stop struggling. You need my emergency care now," Luke said, stepping in front of the experimental subject on the floor, looking down at him.

Roar!

The experimental subject's response was just a meaningless roar.

"It seems there's no intelligence. It's a bit of a shame that we can't communicate," Luke said with regret, looking at the experimental subject. He thought again of the old bat who was hardworking and willing, even able to figure himself out, letting him conduct various experiments on his body while telling him all kinds of intelligence information in exchange for freedom.

Although the other party didn't get the freedom he wanted, at least it made Luke's boring experimental process more colorful.

"Let's start with a longevity serum and see what happens," Luke took a shot of longevity serum from the vampire lab and injected it directly into the experimental subject, whose condition was rapidly declining and was now on the verge of death. If this scene were seen by the group of people outside who were frantically chasing after longevity serums, fighting openly and secretly for the quota, they would probably scold him for wasting something so precious.

But the fact is so comical. What others crave and cannot obtain, Luke does not lack here. Even with sufficient raw materials, he only increased the quota by a few times.

A few times, which seems like a high increase, but in reality, it's not even a drop in the bucket for those who are lining up for the longevity serum. Especially since more and more people are constantly joining the ranks of those vying for the quota, and Luke has temporarily fixed the quota for the longevity serum, which makes the competition for the quota increasingly fierce.

Anyway, how the longevity serum is made, its specific process flow, how much raw material is consumed, the ratio of yield to failure rate, etc., are all decided by Luke alone. After all, he is the only one who has the technology for the longevity serum, so he is the unique authority in this field! Of course, no one can refute his words.

Even if someone suspects, they can only keep the suspicion in their hearts.

Even if a large company is lucky enough to have the technology to produce longevity serums, as long as the other party is a businessman, they will undoubtedly join him and stand in the same camp.

After all, the raw materials are currently limited, which means that the number of longevity serums and other injections is limited, and it is temporarily impossible to roll them out on a large scale. In this case of limited quantities, isn't it natural to use the least consumption and strive to earn the most profit and connections?

Look, Nick Fury has never asked Luke about the production of longevity serums, and even hinted to him in a roundabout way that it is best to maintain the current shipment volume, or even better, to reduce production a little from time to time. Because Nick's purpose has never been to let those so-called high-level people live a few more years, or even become immortal. He is purely for the high-level people to delegate more power to him, and approve more funding.

With Nick's thoughts, I can more or less guess some things, such as the quality of the raw materials for the longevity serum is not as high as Luke limited, and even the quantity can be fully supplied. But why supply enough? The value of an item can only be reflected when it is scarce and someone is vying for it!

If there is enough supply, what do they need him, the middleman, for?

How else can he bargain with the above with the quota of the longevity serum, to discuss how much the next year's funding will increase, and how much shares and money a certain giant company will donate to S.H.I.E.L.D. and so on?

In addition to those who really crave the longevity serum, the vested interests of course eat as much as they can. Even some who need the longevity serum may not care about this. Because they believe that they can have a quota, and they can also pay for that money. Isn't it just the expensive annual recuperation fee and quota fee? Those are small problems. Taking the longevity serum as a touchstone, re-dividing a class, re-opening a small circle of interests, then the money spent will soon be earned back.