American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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The guard's usually expressionless face twitched again. What was going on? Why did this guy give off the impression that it was an honor for him to see him, that he should feel honored to be here? Did he beg him to come?

Mike had no choice but to visit his "dear old man" in prison. He had always avoided his father, unsure of how his father would view him, especially after he had personally sent his father to prison. Besides, he had always felt that he and the old man had nothing to say to each other. As far back as he could remember, conversations between father and son would inevitably break down after five sentences, and after ten sentences, they would inevitably turn into a physical altercation, with him usually being the one who got beaten up.

Even though he was looking at his father, he didn't respond when his father took his hand away.

His father had been imprisoned for over a month because of the Knights, and just this week, his mother gave him a fateful command: he must visit his father. She said she hoped he could repair their relationship while there was still a chance, and Mike thought the chances of her wish coming true were no greater than the sun rising in the west… Who knows? This world is too crazy; maybe one day the sun really will rise in the west?

A month after he went to jail, Mr. Marcus seemed to have lost some weight. He appeared before Mike with his hands in shackles, not as stern as Mike remembered his father, and looked very tired, as if he hadn't slept for several days. But he still sat upright, his face maintaining a calm expression.

The two sat down behind a thick layer of glass. Mike picked up the microphone and muttered unhappily, "Hi."

“You seem very unhappy to be here,” Mr. Marcus replied sharply. “Did your mother send you?”

“Hey, you’re like a mind reader,” Mike said. “Since that’s the case, I’ll get straight to the point. Let’s begin. You wait…” He paused, pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his jeans pocket, unfolded it in front of him, cleared his throat, and began to read aloud in one breath, as if reciting a familiar list: “How are you? How’s the food in prison? Are the prisoners happy? Isn’t the work tiring?…”

He asked more than a dozen questions in one breath, speaking so fast that it was hard to hear, perhaps even he himself couldn't hear them. After asking all the questions, he crumpled the note into a ball, stuffed it back into his pocket, and said, "I know you didn't hear me, but you don't need to listen to me. Just nod or shake your head, and I'll go back and deliver it... I think this is a sufficiently effective solution for both of us."

Mr. Marcus is not good at expressing himself, "so you go to great lengths to avoid talking to me."

“That’s because we never have anything in common. You know how our conversations usually end badly.” Mike snorted. “Besides, you’re a terrorist. What can I talk about with a terrorist?”

"At that moment, I didn't realize I was captivated by a mysterious force."

“Only weak-willed or ill-intentioned people would be confused,” Mike objected.

"Is this what your amazing friends analyzed?"

"...No, I've figured it out."

Mike stood up from his seat, seemingly ready to end his one-minute visit: "...Well, it was a pleasant chat, but I think I'm out of time. I'll pass on your wish to Mom, that's all for now..."

Just then, as he was about to remove the microphone from his ear, Mr. Marcus's next words made him pause instinctively: "It's the ring, I noticed it. It chose you, you must feel really good."

Mike paused for a moment, his brow furrowing in tension.

"This is none of your business?"

Mr. Marcus, however, was unwilling to answer directly. He muttered to himself, "I've heard that the green light ring only selects the fearless... but that's not always the case."

Instead of getting angry at his words, Mike chuckled softly, "Here we go again. Not bad, you always try to overturn everything I say. But I don't care anymore, I don't need your confirmation."

“I am your father (of the money). I know you better than you think,” Mr. Marcus said softly. “Others may not know, but I know what you’re hiding. You pretend to be indifferent to everything, but that’s just a mask for what’s deep inside you. Suppose you can fool me, but do you really believe that’s who you are?”

Mike's usual ruggedness vanished; he frowned, staring intently at the old man in prison clothes behind the glass, and remained silent for a moment.

“Tell me, Mike,” Mr. Marcus asked, enunciating each word clearly, “what are you trying to hide? What are you trying to prove with all this?”

After a long silence, Mike's lips suddenly curved into a smile, and he let out a soft chuckle.

"Hide what? Of course, it's to hide the fact that I'm insane. I'd have to be crazy to come to this godforsaken place to see you." He snorted, hung up the phone, and turned to leave. "Goodbye, Dad. And when I say goodbye, I mean I'd rather never see you again."

Chapter 1787 Spy

“Charles!!” Mrs. Xu’s voice came from the foyer, as if she had stepped on a cockroach.

Mr. Xu Fu jumped out of the bedroom, furious: "What's wrong, darling?"

Mrs. Xu threw the document printed on white paper onto the table. "Am I too old to see clearly, or is this really a notification that our loan has been paid off?"

"How could this be!" Mr. Xu Fu put down his glasses in disbelief and picked up the newspaper. "This must be a hoax, or a mistake."

A few seconds later, his pupils shrank, and he showed the same expression as his wife.

"How is it?" Madam Xu asked impatiently.

Mr. Xu Fu flipped through several pages, trying to examine it closely with a magnifying glass. After a long while, he finally said dryly, "It seems...it's true."

Mrs. Xu covered her mouth with her hand, her face showing both surprise and worry: "But this is... how is this possible? We still have more than ten years to pay off our debts!"

"Um... I'm paying it back."

The two turned around at the same time and saw Xu Fu standing at the door of the room, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

080 “You brought him back?” The two looked at each other in disbelief.

“Yes,” Xu Fu said frankly, “when I came back last time, I saw the bills at home and realized that you were having a hard time. So I wanted to help.”

The couple exchanged a worried glance, and then Mr. Xu asked somewhat seriously, "Son...you haven't done anything you shouldn't have, have you?"

Xu Fu stared at him for a long time, then exclaimed in surprise, "What are you thinking? I didn't rob a bank, much less a rich person's vault. This is all legal income! Kara and I run a small tech company together, it's just starting out, this is just the first income, there will be more income in the future."

They both breathed a long sigh of relief: it seemed that they thought so too.

“I’m so glad you understand me, my child, I’m truly delighted.” Madam Xu Fu affectionately stroked Xu Fu’s head, forcing Xu Fu to hunch his back slightly to ease her burden. “But as we’ve said… we don’t want you to be distracted by these trivial matters. Your father and I both know you don’t enjoy making money or holding office; your goals are much greater, and we understand that perfectly well. There’s no need…”

“No,” Xu Fu gently grasped her hand. “It’s necessary. I may have a part-time job, which is different from others, but that doesn’t affect my status as a member of this family. As a member of this big family, I naturally have an obligation to be a part of it. Besides, it’s not as important a job as you might imagine; it doesn’t take up too much of my energy. I just need to look after it for a while, and once the company grows to a certain size and gets on track, I can hire a manager for it and let it run itself well.”

The couple looked at each other in bewilderment. It was hard to believe he described everything so casually, as if money would just fall from the sky if you wanted it.

In fact, Xu Fu wasn't keen on this idea. He had many other ways to earn far more money, becoming incredibly wealthy within a year without breaking the law. But doing so was unnecessary and would only bring unnecessary trouble. He didn't even plan to keep the current company's income; instead, he intended to transfer the profits directly to his parents' account once the company made money.

His thinking has always been consistent: when you can even manipulate the physical laws of the Earth itself, what use is money?

“Trust me, I can solve this problem,” Xu Fu said with a smile. “I guarantee that within a year we can move to a commercial area or buy a villa… (bbfi)… whatever you want.”

Shadow crouched on the edge of a building, his eyes peering through a high-powered electronic eyepiece at a building in the residential area, where he caught sight of Xu Fu's figure outside the window.

He crouched on the edge of the building, almost all his life force concentrated in his black armor. Under the moonlight, he looked like a pitch-black sculpture, completely blending into the night.

A communication request tone came through the helmet headset. He put the headset to his ear and immediately answered the channel. "It's me."

"How's the harvest?" came a synthesized voice through the earpiece.

"The target has exceeded expectations; maintain a stable state for now," the shadowy figure said coldly. Its voice, processed with special equipment, sounded hoarse and deep, filled with an inexplicable magnetism.

"Is there anything special?" he asked. "Try to speak quickly. My eyes are on the target, and there's a chance he might hear me."

"Don't be so nervous before the spell is dispelled. Even his exorcist couldn't hear that sentence." The other party replied, "It's just that you've been gathered here for so long, and we don't know what to do."

The shadowy figure returned to the window: the boy he had been watching had retreated into the dining room with his family, seemingly preparing dinner.

“He almost lost control twice,” he said, “but he held back each time.”

"His self-control seems quite good. Does that mean he can be considered qualified?"

“Not yet,” Shadow continued. “His self-control is indeed amazing, and so far, his condition is relatively stable. He wasn’t mature enough in the face of the government’s superhuman measures, and he was a bit too impulsive, which ultimately led to… This was somewhat unexpected, but the government went too far here. However, this doesn’t mean that the risk factor has been reduced much. It’s like an unstable nuclear weapon; every component, every gear must be absolutely safe, because it’s a matter of great importance.”

"Okay, okay, I understand."

“But he should do it.” Shadow’s tone shifted. “He’s not in a good mental state right now; this has clearly hit him hard. To be honest, the government’s plans have exceeded my expectations. I thought they were just researching weapons to fight Kryptonians, but I didn’t expect their Kryptonian bioweapons and these artificial Kryptonian versions of doomsday weapons to be all over the world. They’ve exceeded my imagination.”

But he intentionally or unintentionally omitted the part where the man ultimately killed a high-ranking government official, without letting the person on the other end of the earpiece know.

"So what's next? Do we move directly to the next stage?" the other party asked again.

“Let’s observe for a while,” he said. “I also have things to prepare.”

Chapter 1788 Recklessness?

Xu Fu stared at his roommate lying there for a long time, countless bold hypotheses flashing through his mind. Mike's mouth was smashed, his nose was swollen, and one of his arms was in a cast; he looked like he'd been kidnapped and robbed by a dozen bandits. Seeing Xu Fu come in, he smiled a little embarrassedly and waved his still-intact hand in greeting.

But this guy isn't one of those helpless citizens being robbed on the street! He's Green Lantern, wielding the most powerful weapon in the universe. Why would a bully attack him like this? Has Mongo returned to Earth? Or has the Dark Lord brought his Apocalypse Legion back to Earth for an epic space battle with the Emerald Knights?

Xu Fu's imagination continued, so absurd that even he found it utterly laughable. So, he abandoned his fantasy, threw his backpack on the seat, and asked bluntly, "Dude, what's wrong with you? Did you do something with the Dark King?"

"Duck...who?"

Xu Fu realized that although the invasion of Apocalypse more than six years ago was the most terrible nightmare for the planet's inhabitants, most of them did not know the name of the Apocalypse ruler.

“It’s okay,” Xu Fu said. “Seriously, who did this?”

Mike snorted, crossing his arms. "You think you can just hit me like that? You should look at the others. Those cowards are probably in the hospital with their eyes gouged out! They won't be able to get out of bed for at least a week... no, they won't be able to get out of bed for a month!"

Xu Fu was covered in sweat. His thoughts began to approach a daunting and utterly absurd possibility: "So you were killed by an ordinary person?"

Mike's mood immediately dipped by half a degree; he seemed reluctant to talk about the origin of his "glorious scar." It wasn't until Xu Fu reminded him that he was willing to explain this ridiculous issue.

The case actually started quite simply. Two nights ago, three disheveled men pushed a woman into a dark corner, brandishing gleaming knives, and surrounded her. The woman screamed helplessly, her cries echoing in the empty alley, but the three men just laughed, their laughter growing more and more satisfied, as if her desperate screams were the best reward for their actions.

At that very moment, our Green Lantern descended from the sky. The green light swiftly plunged into the dark alley, illuminating every filthy corner and dispelling all traces of darkness. Mike stood motionless, silently commanding the three claws formed from the light to extend swiftly, snatching all the knives from the three men's hands in less than an instant.

The woman seized the opportunity to escape, and the three of them turned back to run as well, only to encounter three transparent submachine guns suspended in mid-air, their muzzles pressed against their foreheads. At Mike's command, the three guns made a "click-click" sound as they loaded their bullets, startling the three men...

“Bullying women isn’t a good habit,” he grinned. “You should pick an opponent of similar weight to you.”

The other two thugs were too frightened to speak, but the one in front was clearly braver. He mustered his courage, turned around, and contemptuously tossed the weapon at Mike: "Is that all you've got?"

Mike pointed to his bandages: "What did you say? You noticed I pointed a loaded gun at your head, didn't you?"

"Don't try to fool me, I know what that little ring on your hand can do!" the man spat.

Beside him, his two younger brothers were terrified, their faces ashen. They were afraid that this unfortunate outdated person would corrupt them, and quickly winked at him, "Big brother, don't..."

However, the man seemed to have said something shocking and ignored him: "You only rely on that little ring, right? Just that sissy weapon? What are you without it? A? Do you have the guts to talk like a man with your fists? Of course not, because you're a coward in a green turtle shell!"

Mike remained silent. The two younger men, nearly wetting themselves in fear, quickly turned to the genie, seeing that their boss couldn't reason with them: "Green Lantern, ignore him. The boss isn't trying to convey his meaning. He means...yes..."

They realized that the boss's words were extremely arrogant, and since they couldn't turn back while they were fighting, they could only cry out, "Have mercy on us, or smash the boss to death! We're just his dogs!"

The man turned around and glared angrily at the two skinny boys, making them tremble.

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Suddenly, the young genie paused for a moment, then smiled slightly. The next second, they felt a release at the back of their heads, and the pistols that had been suspended in mid-air vanished without a trace.