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

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The chief shook his head slightly: "No, this is not a problem that you and your gang can solve. However," he paused for 5.8 seconds, then reached under his black robe and took out a black-covered book, placing it on the table in front of him, "this should be of some help."

The gang leader frowned as he looked at the small booklet with the black cover, but didn't reach for it: "Are you serious?"

“I never joke.” The director stood up from his seat, walked slowly down the office corridor to the door, and said as he left, “If you pass the exam, I will come back and give you the opportunity you deserve.”

Only after that dark figure disappeared behind the door did the heavy, cold feeling that had been weighing on everyone in the room gradually dissipate. The leader snorted twice, looked at the black-covered book in front of him, and muttered softly, "Damn it, this is why I hate dealing with these pretentious guys. Can't they communicate in normal English?"

However, after some thought, he opened the book anyway. When he turned to the dark title page and saw what was written there, his initial contempt vanished, replaced by an expression of mingled fear and awe, as if he had seen a divine revelation.

Chapter 1730 Evil

“Shockwave, I’m in position, ready to storm the last room,” the huntress said, silently withdrawing all the guards outside the rooftop office. “Report to me on the staff and platform situation inside.”

“Wait a minute, now,” Cisco said, as he remotely flew the drone along the outside of the building to behind the glass wall of the office, where cameras were precisely recording the situation inside. “Ready. Let’s see, besides our target, there are five other people inside, each armed. I’m now syncing the images with your cloak.”

Cisco paused, frowned, and said, "Am I just imagining things? Don't they look a little strange?"

"Roger, I'm ready to go in."

Helena used the drone's view to pinpoint the positions of everyone in the room and meticulously planned her intrusion. First, she used an electromagnetic pulse to extinguish all the lights in the room, then kicked open the door and flew in under the cover of darkness. Like a soaring eagle, she landed on the person closest to her left, then flew to the second person and punched him to the ground.

The next second, she shot another man, then without looking back, she raised her crossbow and fired an arrow in the darkness, breaking the chain of a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The chandelier crashed to the ground, knocking down the man who was trying to raise his weapon to shoot her.

Finally, Helena grabbed the arm of the man in front of her, knocked his head off, and then turned to the leader at the table.

Surprisingly, throughout the entire process, the gang leader sat upright in his seat like a mountain, seemingly indifferent and watching coldly as the huntress took down all his men in the blink of an eye. Only when the huntress appeared in front of him, pointing a crossbow at his nose, did he slowly raise his head, his expression wooden and rigid, as if he had suffered from severe paralysis.

“I’m not interested in you and your little gang’s activities,” Helena said coldly, putting her feet on the table. “But I’m investigating an organization called the Knights? Sound familiar? If you can honestly tell me what you know about the Knights, I can continue.”

At this moment, she suddenly froze, ending the interrogation, because she realized that this person didn't seem to be here at all, or rather, his soul wasn't in this body.

She noticed that the man's eyes were filled with pitch black, as black as a Gotham night, deep and empty. Then, under her gaze, a sinister and terrifying darkness slowly crept up the man's body, covering every inch of his skin, as if he were wearing a black armor.

In an instant, Helena's heart pounded, and an indescribable sense of impending danger crept into her heart. She didn't see the man's movements clearly, but she felt an invisible yet incredibly powerful force crash into his chest like a torrent. Her body jolted violently, thrown into the air, flew across half the room, and then landed heavily on the plush carpet.

Her muscles ached terribly, and a burning pain gushed from the open wound. Helena clutched her back and stood up, leaning on one arm, but she immediately felt as if her abdomen had been pierced by a heavy hammer.

The man at the table slowly stood up, a dense black aura solidifying around his body, like a bursting flame or some kind of flowing, pulsating liquid. A somber, heavy atmosphere filled the room; a chilling power and suppressed spiritual energy seemed to emanate from the thick darkness all around.

Helena felt her breathing quicken and her heart pound. She recognized this strange darkness not long ago; it was a similar darkness she had encountered with Traul on the island of Kotron, manipulated by the leader of the Knights who had turned the floating island into a "power center."

It seems the connection between the leader and the Knights may be closer than she previously thought.

The table suddenly flew off the ground, tumbled several times in the air, and hit Helena on the head. She seemed stunned for a moment. She quickly jumped aside, and the heavy wooden table crashed into the wall behind her, sending countless pieces of paper flying.

The leader remained standing, waving his hands twice. Dark power seemed to seep through the carpet, swirling around him and drawing a dark circle. Helena instinctively took a step to the side, and almost the next second, a stream of dark energy swept across her cheek, shattering a valuable pendant hanging on the wall.

Helena's body moved supple and agilely upwards, catching her in a flash. Her leg flew upwards, sweeping across her face. The sound of her foot striking was sharp, swift, and heavy. The leader simply raised an arm to block her, while his other hand swiftly grabbed at her back. Helena shortened her body to dodge, the dark claws brushing against her flowing hair. She flung the other's arm back, her right hand's fingers tracing across her arm. This time, she used the Returning Energy Technique taught to her by Batman; once the energy penetrated the pressure points, it would usually paralyze the opponent's arm for at least three seconds.

Unfortunately, perhaps due to the black substance covering her skin, Helena's pressure point strike did not achieve the desired effect. The leader's hand did not stop for a moment, striking towards Helena again. A tremendous force erupted from the black palm, and Helena screamed as she flew to the side, smashing an antique vase standing by the door into many ceramic shards with a loud crash.

This car looks terrible; it might still be worth a seven-figure sum before it's scrapped.

Her internal organs seemed to have changed; she felt a slight dizziness that prevented her from standing up for three seconds. The pitch-black enemy seemed unaffected; he continued to walk with mechanical, heavy steps toward the fallen Elena, like a Terminator fed to his target.

A body with brute strength, thick skin, and the ability to manipulate energy fluctuations for attacks is indeed difficult to deal with; at least it's much more interesting than Helena's original plan 063.

Now you'd better pray that this guy doesn't fly away.

Unbeknownst to Helena, the two miniature engines pressed against the man's chest suddenly ignited, the blinding jet of flame propelling him backward with a violent crash, shattering the outer glass before he was sent flying. The black figure in the night sky flew more than ten meters into the swirling snowflakes before the rocket's exhaust flame emitted its final spark. With the intense acceleration, the figure plummeted towards the ground outside the fifty-story building amidst the swirling snowflakes.

"Shh!"

A dark shadow suddenly crashed into the snow, sending snow flying in all directions, and shattering the cement ground beneath the thick snow layer.

The huntress unzipped her cloak, and the air resistance from her trapped thighs propelled her down, landing on the snow near the crash site. Her purple boots churned up a large amount of snow. She pulled up her cloak and walked through the snow toward the crash site, her body still throbbing with pain.

But after taking only two steps, she involuntarily stopped in her tracks, her mouth agape in surprise.

Black smoke rose from the collapsed snow and the deep crater in the ground, and the man who had fallen backward stood up like a toy on a spring. His pupils were still black, and the black cloth wrapped around his skin was still intact. He moved his head mechanically, and a crisp cracking sound came from his neck.

Damn it, Helena instinctively took two steps back. Is this thing even human?

Chapter 1731 New Partner

A black energy surge swept down the street, accelerating rapidly and emitting a piercing scream as it hurtled towards Helena. Helena dodged sharply to the side, the black energy shattering a mailbox on the street corner behind her.

Since Helena hadn't anticipated encountering such an opponent before setting out, and her multi-functional belt lacked suitable weapons and tools to deal with the situation, she showed no sign of backing down. She used the streets to evade attacks, quickly and calmly devising a strategy, carefully observing her surroundings for any items that could be used as weapons.

There might be one or two good options; they are risky, but worth a try.

With a deafening roar, the gray sedan where Helena was hiding was overturned by the energy surge, half of the car crashing into the building wall. Helena nimbly slid out from under the car, preparing to launch a counterattack, when an unexpected turn of events interrupted her plans.

Reinforcements have arrived.

A long beam of green light pierced the snowy night, and a figure enveloped in green light descended from the sky. Green Lantern landed triumphantly on the snow, dazzling like a light show, splashing snowflakes under his feet.

Mike Marcus clenched his aura-wearing hand into a fist and slammed it against the palm of his other hand. "Ha, I recently slaughtered a guy just like you. To be honest, he was a little stronger than you, or maybe you were a little uglier." He paused, then turned to the huntress behind him and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of that."

If this mob boss still possessed his own consciousness, perhaps he would have been furious enough at Mike's taunts. But unfortunately, he seemed to have been completely swallowed by darkness, devoid of even basic emotions like anger and resentment. He mechanically opened his mouth wide, and thick black mist surged towards Green Lantern like a raging river, like a thousand troops pointing their swords at the enemy's gate.

The newly appointed Green Lantern simply stood there, confidently watching the torrent of darkness sweep in before him, only to be cleaved by his invisible force field, which in turn blocked the Huntress's attack from behind him. When the darkness ended, Mike stood there nonchalantly, his light as dazzling as ever.

Light is always the natural enemy of darkness. From the moment Green Lantern landed, the rampant darkness gathered around him for three minutes, cowering in fear.

"It's my turn."

As soon as Mike finished speaking, a flash of green light appeared in his eyes, and a powerful green beam flowed down his green body like water, transforming into a halo that shot into the air, becoming a suspended launcher. Three missile-shaped beams of light shot out from the three cannons, easily bombarding the undercurrent in front of the gang leader, destroying it and knocking him back several steps.

Mike retracted his right fist, as if making a step back. The alien emitter transformed back into a halo of countless light particles. After hesitating for a few seconds, it suddenly swung its right fist and shot out. The green halo entered the black body without hindrance, pushing it off the ground, sending it flying backward, through the windshield, crashing into the bus, punching the entire roof off horizontally, and then silently collapsing onto the sidewalk.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and the black substance enveloping the person was washed away by the impact. Mike extinguished the burning ring and said with a smile, "Finished. Beautiful and simple. If you ask me, I'd give it the highest score."

Helena hid her hands under her cloak and replied coldly, "Is that so? Perhaps you should ask the bus owner; he might have a different opinion."

Mike looked at the bus he had crashed on the way and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "Well, it was just an accident."

"Can be avoided"

Helena gave a soft hum, said no more, turned around and threw the hook and rope into the air, flying away from the scene.

Mike scratched his head, puzzled. "Did I do something to upset her?"

“It’s okay.” Cisco disconnected the call from the headset and said, “She can be a little short-tempered sometimes. But once you get to know her, you’ll find that she’s actually a very nice person.”

Supernatural Operations Bureau, Headquarters.

“I don’t recall giving such an order, Huntress.” Amanda Waller squeezed her bulky body into the office swivel chair and cast a questioning glance at Helena through the small round glasses on her nose: “You acted without reporting it.”

“I believe this is necessary. You put me in charge of investigating cases involving the Knights, and this is what I'm doing. I've made my own judgment and decided that action must be taken.”

Waller gave a soft hum and shifted her gaze to Cisco, who stood beside her. As a recruit, he was clearly not as upright as Helena, and he couldn't help but shrink back when his superior's gaze swept over him and his back seemed to straighten ramrod.

"So do you agree with this decision?" Waller asked.

“…It was I who made him do it; the shockwave was just carrying out my orders.” Before he could speak, Helena took the blame upon herself. Cisco glanced at her in surprise: he knew Helena had never given him such an order before; she had said he was free to act as he saw fit during this operation.

“I must emphasize again that Green Lantern is a new field agent and your partner in the Knights’ affairs. Your goals are aligned, so I expect you to cooperate on this matter, understand?”

After Waller finished speaking, she glanced at them one last time before turning her attention to her work computer: "If there's nothing else, you can leave now. If you have any new leads, let me know. I have a lot of work to do."

The two walked out the door, unaware that Mike was also waiting for them outside. Helena paused for a moment, but without greeting him, she simply patted his shoulder and walked past him.

"Hi," Mike (Wang Hao) said to her without hesitation.

Helena turned her head: "What?"

“What you do in real life,” he said sincerely and frankly, “is cool.”

Helena was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant. She glanced at the boy a few more times, making sure it wasn't sarcasm, but a sincere compliment.

Perhaps influenced by her father from a young age, Helena is wary and distrustful of any stranger, let alone those with superpowers. Perhaps for this reason, she deliberately refuses to accept her new partner, who was forcibly assigned to this mission, and instinctively distances herself from him.

The boy didn't seem to mind, which made Helena feel guilty. After all, she had never felt guilty about such a trivial principle before.

"Thank you." The coldness on her face softened subconsciously, and while showering her with praise, she added, "You're not bad either."

Chapter 1732 Chance Encounter

Most people tend to believe that God hangs high in the clouds, looking down at Earth from an altitude where the air is so thin it's almost at the edge of the atmosphere. Because of this, they might think that beings like Superman don't need personal time or a social life like ordinary people.

Of course, these are all unrealistic fantasies. The problem is, these omnipotent superheroes also have their own lives when they're not saving the world, meaning they need necessities just like everyone else. As the saying goes, everyone loves to look good, and even if it's just to impersonate a hero, clothing is an indispensable part.

...This may partly explain why Xu Fu and Kara, two aliens with near-divine powers, are strolling around the Metropolitan Shopping Center like a pair of peculiar teenagers.

I don't know if shopping is a popular pastime on Krypton, but even if it isn't, Kara seems to have honed the art of shopping over the years on Earth, just like any other city girl. According to Xu Fu, her expertise lies in her keen eye for choosing clothes in every store and her thorough knowledge of all the lesser-known brands.

Xu Fu admitted that he didn't have a good sense of fashion, so he deliberately positioned himself as a thoughtful boyfriend and a clothes hanger who could praise clothes. His main task was to tirelessly praise Kara's beauty and taste when she compared the clothes she had chosen with his own figure, and then deliberately carry her bag when she tried to get her back the clothes.

In fact, Carla could easily carry her own bag: she's just missing a little finger and couldn't even easily lift the weight of all the clothes in the mall combined. But Xu Fu was happy to do it for her because it was an opportunity for him to show his care for his girlfriend without lifting a finger.

Besides that, what he needed most was patience. It seemed that Kara, like other girls, was very indecisive when choosing clothes. Xu Fu couldn't help but wonder what was worth agonizing over for so long over such a simple garment. In fact, he could even decipher the entire garment's structure from Kara's every move in front of the fitting room mirror, down to the atomic level.

But when Carla asked him somewhat awkwardly if he would lose patience, he quickly replied, "How could I? As long as I can be with you for another year, I'll have patience."

As they passed a diamond ring jewelry store, Carla stopped at the entrance and looked around for a moment. Xu Fu asked, "Why do you want a diamond ring?" Carla just smiled sweetly and said that if she wanted something like that, she could go back and pick out a few stones, shape them by hand into whatever shape she wanted, and they would definitely be prettier than what was sold here.

Well said, Xu Fu thought. Diamonds are indeed the least tempting thing.

But when she reached the men's department, Carla didn't let it pass. She picked out over a dozen suits and compared them to Xu Fu's. Xu Fu couldn't resist her insistence, so he carried the suits to the fitting room. Fortunately, he was incredibly fast, and his fitting was top-notch. Carla carefully compared them for a long time, like looking at a model, before finally choosing the suit with a swallowtail hem. She gently kissed Xu Fu's cheek and said, "You look beautiful."

It was a near-perfect day; they walked from morning till night until they left the mall. It was still snowing outside, and pedestrians were all wearing cotton-padded coats and scarves. The road was covered with ice crystals and thick snow, making each step feel like walking on cotton candy.