American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Night.

Darkness.

A port in New York Harbor.

Black shadows flickered indistinctly in the darkness.

"Listen, you better have brought something good!" A rough voice echoed in the silent, dark space. The speaker was a tall black man with dreadlocks, his muscles bulging as if they were about to tear through his skin with the slightest exertion. Conspicuous, deadly weapons were displayed at his waist and in his hand.

"Only if you have enough money." A slender man in a black suit stood calmly opposite the black giant.

The black giant waved his hand, signaling his men to bring out two large boxes, place them on the ground, enter the password, and open them, revealing neatly stacked banknotes inside. "Cash, two million in each box."

The slender man in the black suit crouched down, carefully inspected the contents, and nodded. He took out a silver, miniature briefcase from inside his suit jacket. He opened it in front of the black man, revealing two blood-red syringes inside.

"Is this the 'good stuff' you're talking about?" The black giant looked at the two syringes, only knowing how to fight and kill. His mind, filled with violence and brawling, struggled to understand why these two unremarkable syringes could be worth two million dollars each! In his opinion, it would be better to buy more weapons, recruit more men, and seize more territory with that money. That was a tangible benefit.

However, this was the task his boss had given him, and even if he didn't understand, he had to obey obediently. Otherwise, even though he was a good fighter, he would be punished if he angered the boss behind him.

"Yes, this is the latest biotechnology from a laboratory. These two syringes can save your life when you're on the verge of death." The slender man in the black suit closed the two briefcases filled with cash, laboriously picking one up in each hand. "Then I'll see you again, hopefully there will be a next time."

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out in the quiet port. The surrounding peaceful darkness suddenly transformed into a dangerous beast, frantically warning everyone present.

"Did you bring other people?" The black giant instinctively ducked behind a cargo container, angrily grabbing the man in the black suit and roaring face to face.

"No, I only notified you. Believe me!" The man in the black suit struggled, gasping for air as he was lifted into the air.

"You better hope so, or you know the consequences." The black giant threatened viciously, then released him from mid-air and threw him to the ground.

Soon, the port was filled with the sound of gunfire and flashes of light.

This scene that night would occur in various dark areas for some time to come. In these areas, the existence of order was weak, and they were areas where gangs and dark world figures were stationed and dwelled.

...

"Sir, approximately ten people used that injection when they were near death." Hawkeye Clint Barton reported to his superior officer, while placing a specially interfaced miniature storage device on Nick Fury's desk, pressing his finger on it, and pushing it over: "This is the recorded footage."

"Good, Agent Barton. Next, take people to keep a close eye on those ten people. I want to know every change in each of them every day, what they eat, who they see, what they do, no matter how small, even if he eats one more bowl of rice today than yesterday, understand?" Nick leaned forward, took the storage disk Clint had pushed over into his right hand, and looked at Clint with his one eye.

"Understood, sir," Clint nodded.

"Seize this mission, its allowance is at least still very generous." Nick winked. He had taken ten self-healing injections and one longevity injection from Luke. The ten self-healing injections brought him twenty million US dollars, which was not much, but it was a good start, wasn't it? The big money was later.

However, Nick had already prepared for the accidental failure of this experiment, helping to clean up and wipe his ass. Clint was the first line of defense, both a monitor, a recorder, and also a sweeper.

Watching Clint's figure leave, Nick inserted the special interface storage disk into the matching instrument interface and opened the video inside to play it.

The picture was a bit dark, and the night vision picture looked a bit monotonous. Nick fast-forwarded the picture constantly. He was not in the mood to watch these gang transactions, firefights and other messy things. He just wanted to see what he wanted to see. As the picture continued to fast-forward, the first picture he wanted to see appeared. A black giant covered in blood, with two gunshot wounds on his body, struggled to stick a tube of bright red injection into his body, pushing the bright red medicine in the syringe into his body.

Under Nick's serious gaze, the black giant, who was originally dying, suddenly twitched and twisted twice, his whole body half-bowed, and the wounds on his body scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then fell off, revealing new skin under the blood scabs. Even more rare was that new power涌现ed from the other party's body, supporting the other party to leave quickly.

...

Heberon.

Luke went through the test data and videos that Nick had sent back these days, and even a few copies of the hospital's physical monitoring records for comparison were brought back by the powerful agents under Nick.

"It showed a certain desire for war when placed on the human body. It will be excited when seeing blood, but there is no bloodthirsty impulse. Controllable."

"After the injection is completed, the user will enter a state of crazy hunger and needs to supplement a lot of food to compensate for the body's previous consumption."

"For a certain period of time after use, this self-healing characteristic will be maintained, but the effect will become weaker and weaker over time, and eventually return to normal. Within the duration of the effect, the injector's physical fitness will have a certain increase, will be more sensitive, powerful, and more numb to pain."

"One case of injection showed certain blood-frenzy characteristics. After seeing blood, they would be unable to control themselves and become highly aggressive. However, if the person has a strong will, they can control themselves, and those with weak control will return to normal after venting for two or three minutes. The other nine test subjects did not have this blood-frenzy characteristic."

"Note: The only case of blood-frenzy characteristics has been investigated. In real life, he is a blood clan enthusiast and has a certain immersive pursuit of violence-caused blood itself. The abnormality may be related to this psychology."

"The longevity medicine is still being selected for test subjects."

Luke closed the data with satisfaction. Although Nick Fury was a bit black-hearted, he was still very satisfactory as a partner most of the time.

PS: Thank you for your concern. The author has now drunk two big cups of hot water and is curled up in the quilt. Winter quilts YYDS!

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