American comics: This guy is crazy

When he heard the name of the serum, T'Challa suddenly felt bad.

It doesn't sound like a serious serum, and the heart-shaped grass is purple, so how can it be made green? There must be a problem.

"Captain Black Cat, this is my exclusive secret formula. Drinking it is guaranteed to give you a strong kick. It's really an advantage for you."

Seeing Allen's triumphant look, he felt more and more that something was wrong.

"What are its characteristics?" Namor asked bluntly.

He did not question Allen's ability, but wanted to know the efficacy out of curiosity.

A sour and strange taste filled his mouth, and T'Challa breathed heavily, trying to reduce the peculiar smell in his mouth.

Allen leaned back tactically, and it was clear from his shocked eyes that he was unfamiliar with Namor.

"Please don't question my professionalism."

T'Challa was so uncomfortable that he scratched his head and ears. Not only did he feel tingling all over his body, but also his whole body felt hot.

However, the person involved, T'Challa, was a little dazed and could see that he was very uncomfortable.

Kuwah Islands.

"How about it? Does the mixed juice taste like Farmer Sanquan is a little confused?" Allen said leisurely.

In the unlikely event that T'Challa becomes very powerful and there is a conflict between his tribe and Wakanda in the future, he will have a targeted plan to avoid losing too badly.

Surrounded by sea and with only fishery resources, it is far away from mainstream international society.

Namor was too embarrassed to reveal it.

"Then get ready to set sail and head to the Arctic Ocean. I need to retrieve something." David stood up and said.

Research?

David took off his sunglasses and looked at the leader, grinned and said, "Killian, welcome to join us."

A burst of green, a burst of red, and the emotions turned into human-shaped traffic lights.

Bang…

And Allen has been watching T'Challa's changes.

He has ordered his men to collect the vibranium ore, collect a large amount of funds to upgrade the submarine, and replenish supplies to prepare for the next voyage.

"I won't make it!"

Therefore, it created a large pirate gang and one of the black market distribution centers.

What a shame.

"Can you drink it later?" T'Challa asked coyly.

Before T'Challa could refuse, Allen took the lead and held down his head, pouring the serum into his mouth.

Beads of sweat appeared on T'Challa's forehead, which looked very abnormal.

"Why did he turn red again?" Namor asked in surprise.

"He turned green!"

Allen looked at the closed door of the bathroom, his eyes filled with relief.

Namor asked in surprise: "Is everything going to be okay?"

As soon as he heard that there was juice, Morgan came over with Sanhua in his arms and shouted: "What juice? I want to drink juice."

"Good question."

"Why do I feel like my body is burning?"

"juice!?"

Allen held the test tube and approached step by step, while T'Challa showed a trace of panic on his face and asked quickly: "Can I not drink?"

They were peeping at the whole process, and the whole process looked like they were just messing around, with no trace of rigorous research at all.

call…

Sure enough, all black intelligence is devoted to reproduction.

"no."

"Regain our glory!?"

Upon hearing this, T'Challa looked down suddenly.

Originally, Allen thought that he might need it when, so he made one and carried it with him.

"Am I going to die?"

Wow..., cheating!

"Thank you."

Allen looked confused and said: "I only focused on the research results and did not consider the side effects."

"Toilet, I need a shower to cool down."

Namor took it and drank it without thinking, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his mouth and asked with an unfinished expression: "Is this the same as what T'Challa drank?"

Allen cast an appreciative look and was very satisfied with Namor's character of not being ashamed to ask questions. He introduced it seriously: "Based on the advantages of heart-shaped grass, I conducted in-depth research to develop its efficacy, combined with the principle of super serum, and combined the results... …”

Allen pointed in one direction and prompted: "The third room on the left."

"Ahem... Don't get me wrong. I only use it for academic research. I have always been very satisfied with myself." Namor's whole neck was red.

"Don't waste my time." Allen refused with a serious look on his face.

You only need to pay, and it doesn't matter what kind of ship enters.

Allen said calmly: "There is only one dose of Heart-Shaped Grass. This potion will love you for three days and three nights and never fall down."

Allen reluctantly took out a tube of red potion, and said with a hint of reluctance: "For the sake of my friends, I reluctantly give up."

Just hearing the name is terrifying.

"Believe me, if you drink it, you'll be sure to make the leopard howl."

T'Challa subconsciously covered his hands and looked for the bathroom in embarrassment.

"Well... I originally thought I would use it for myself. It will be an advantage for you."

The majestic and high-spirited pyramid immediately put Allen and Namor to shame.

Heart-Shaped Grass Serum is a growth type and must be developed through fighting to fully develop its full effect. It has almost the same enhanced effect as the first-generation super serum.

A barren island nation located in the ocean.

"Um?"

Allen pushed up the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"It's an honor to work together."

I will never fall in love with you for three days and three nights.

"..."

As for what Namor drank, it was pure Viagra with a hundredfold effect made from leftover materials.

"I didn't expect them to be quite clean."

The reason is that there are no resources worthy of attention, and the government relies on leasing ports to maintain the country's operations.

The next moment, Namor covered his lower body in shame and rushed to the bathroom to be with T'Challa.

"I was worried that the 3,000-stroke macho potion would have side effects like a super serum, so I added some substances to revitalize the male power. It's normal to sweat and heat up." Allen explained rigorously.

"Alan, um, uh... give me a macho potion." Namor asked nonchalantly.

…

"What the hell?" Namor's eyes almost bulged out.

"Just call me Unita, and I'll prepare it for you right away."

Something is definitely wrong.

Woo woo woo...

As expected, what this guy did was definitely up to no good.

A torrent of data flashed across Unita's eyes, which must be the funny trio being contacted through the Internet.

Next to Killian was his younger brother Jack, who was fortunately found in a deep pit on an isolated island and rescued him with great effort.

The door closed heavily, and the sound of water gurgling in the bathroom was heard.

David the Black Manta drinks expensive drinks and lies on the beach sunbathing.

The only problem is that the body is prone to red temperature, which naturally causes physiological reactions.

"What's going on? He's transforming into a macho black panther." Allen said disapprovingly.

"Hurry, the efficacy of the medicine will be reduced by half once it cools down."

"Fuck!"

"Little Morgan, if you want to drink juice, you can ask Unita Sensen to buy it for you." Allen responded casually.

Morgan turned to look at Unita, who was waiting quietly, and said with a pitiful expression: "Grandma, I want to drink juice."

At this time, a group of white people came.

"What is it?" Killian frowned.

"An artifact capable of fighting Atlantis."