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

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As night deepened and the crowds dispersed, the city returned to its usual tranquility before midnight.

The rumble of cars pierced the deep night.

On a winding dirt road, three black SUVs drove into the town. The doors opened, and Ivo Ivo rushed in, wearing a special protective suit and holding a strangely shaped locator, circling around the area.

Finally, he stopped in front of a dam.

"Right down here"

"You two, keep digging."

Aveo supervised his two workers, while Luther stood aside, surveying his surroundings and muttering to himself.

Are you sure he's here?

Ivio waved his hand impatiently.

When have I ever lied to you?

Luther "..."

The mound was dug with a shovel. When it reached a depth of one meter, the soil began to turn black, containing many black particles that still emitted residual heat even in the deafening winter.

Aveo used tweezers to pick up the particle and placed it into the detector for careful examination.

"That's really true. No wonder the signal was so weak. He actually burned himself to death."

Luther stepped forward and examined the black particles in the soil closely. "Are you really sure these black particles are Joshua Allen?"

The old man stared at him blankly.

Who else could it be?

Luther remained silent, his face filled with confusion, while Avio muttered to himself.

"Strange, ordinary flames have no effect on the Gu demon. Even if he wanted to commit suicide, he should have jumped into the volcano. How did he end up here? And who burned him to death?"

Luther looked thoughtfully at the bar behind him.

Just then, screams rang out from all around. The excavator seemed to have experienced something terrifying, and he screamed in terror. What shocked him even more was his own body. His strong body visibly withered away, and in a few seconds, he turned into a dried-up skeleton.

The person next to him jumped aside in terror.

Ivio and Luther's expressions changed drastically, and they subconsciously took a step back.

"I knew he wouldn't die so easily."

"Keep digging, dig it out!"

Aveo was excited, but the others seemed hesitant. Seeing that no one was leaving their seats, the old man angrily cursed.

"Why should I need the brains of a bunch of idiots who can't even wear protective suits?"

Luther raised his hand and gestured. Three loyal men, dressed in specially made protective armor, began to dig a three-meter square pit in the center of the mound. In the center of the pit lay blackened coal. They held magnifying glasses and examined it. They could vaguely see several purple tentacles that were involuntarily extending from the cracks in the coal, like camels about to drown, frantically trying to grab onto something.

Aveo rubbed his palms together and let out a strange laugh.

"Don't worry, darling, I won't let you die."

"I will take care of you like my own son and make sure you grow up healthy!"

Luther "..."

The rest: "..."

...

The next day, when Shikamaru woke up, it was almost noon.

She looked around at the clean and tidy bedroom and the hundred-yuan bills piled on the table, and couldn't help but doze off, but the burning pain in her wrist immediately woke her up.

It turns out this wasn't a dream; it was real.

She was kidnapped by hunters. The menacing boys questioned her about Joshua and then took her to a suspicious tavern, where a boy whose face she couldn't see appeared beside her in a daze.

He told himself that this kid should be these people's boss: you'll get a green card and a $50 check.

Shikamaru thought the person he was talking to was joking and had woken her up, but it turned out to be true: looking at the money and green card on the table, Shikamaru's eyes revealed extremely complex emotions.

She knew very well that all of this was achieved at the cost of Joshua's efforts.

She just couldn't understand why these people were targeting Joshua. What had happened to a weak and kind deliveryman?

After her heartbreak, Kaname took a hot shower and found tight-fitting clothes in an unfamiliar closet; the marks on her wrists were so severe that she had to go to the hospital for medication.

As we walked across the square, televisions on the buildings were broadcasting the latest news about the bloody Christmas and the Glencal massacre.

Kaname wasn't interested in any of this until a familiar name suddenly popped into her mind, and she realized...

"According to the latest news released on the FBI's official website, the perpetrator of the bloody Christmas and Glencal massacre has been killed. The perpetrator's name is Joshua Allen, 24 years old, a Mexican citizen, who previously..."

The words stopped abruptly, and Kaname's mind was in complete turmoil, unable to hear what was said next.

Joshua Allen

murderer

How can this be?

When the screen switched to displaying Joshua's image, Kaname could hardly believe it; he had transformed into a monster: purple skin, wings on his back, and blood streaming from his eyes like a demon.

The footage followed a personal interview with FBI Director Scott Ruby, who first briefly discussed the case before offering words of comfort to the residents of the metropolitan area, praying for the victims, and assuring the gathered crowd that no matter what happened, the FBI, the White House, and the President would stand at the forefront of protecting lives and property.

Scattered applause erupted in the square, but Yingmei felt her whole body trembling slightly. She didn't dare go back to get her medicine, so she ran home and was about to lock the door when a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Mrs. Kaname, unless absolutely necessary, you'd better not go out at this time."

Kaname hurriedly turned around: a strange man she had never seen before appeared on the sofa.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

The man took a bunch of keys out of his pocket and placed them on the table. "These are the keys to each room. From now on, you are in charge of this house."

Kaname frowned, looking slightly hesitant.

"Are you a member of the Hong Gang?"

The man nodded slightly: "You can understand it this way. I'm just here to tell you that you'd better save less money at this time, don't let outsiders know about your relationship with Joshua, and it would be best to change your name."

"That's all I can say. Goodbye, Ms. Kaname."

The man nodded slightly, then got up and left.

Chapter 1180 The Flash's Armor

Thanks to the FBI's tireless efforts, Sam Lane was finally cleared of suspicion and regained his freedom.

But this is not in his best interest.

Due to previous accidents and mistakes, SkyEye's reputation plummeted and was completely trampled underfoot by the FBI. He himself became the target of countless questions, even the Senate, which has always supported dissenting voices.

There was nothing he could do; he spoke with such fervor. Death in battle is fair, at least the reputation of a martyr might be preserved. Now look what happened, they actually spared the life of a murderer.

The perpetrator neither called the police nor appeared anywhere.

Fortunately, the president was magnanimous and did not prosecute Sam Lane's province, allowing him to continue serving as president of the Sky Eye Association, but the annual budget was reduced by one-third.

Money gone

Subordination, centrifugal force!

Former comrades have grown distant from each other.

The three consecutive blows plunged Sam Ryan, who was poised for a major comeback, into despair, making a change unlikely in the short term.

In contrast, Scotty Ruby, a close confidant of President Joel Nash when he took over as FBI director, faced much scrutiny. Many pointed to an inappropriate relationship between him and Hung Garmette, a Chinese-American gangster, while he was a board member in a seaside town. However, all the allegations quietly subsided after the case was closed.

After all, it was his team that killed Joshua Allen, preventing a tragedy that could have become a tragedy of the century.

...

The day after Joshua's death, Linda left the cottage on the cape and returned to the seaside town.

She said that it was natural to leave after the mission was over, and that single men and women living together would cause misunderstandings.

Xu Fu was not intimidated by the other party's decision; in fact, he needed to relax.

A grand banquet was held at the Cape Villa on the evening of December 30th.

Xu Fu invited Tesla's colleagues, subordinates, and some business partners to have a "so-called brokerage company" arrange for many young, beautiful, and frustrated second- and third-tier female celebrities to come here to "fulfill their dreams."

Who would have thought that the reputation of the "billionaire aristocrat" was so great that many girls actually came to the banquet, including top supermodels and a string of big names.

Xu Fu greatly underestimated the appeal of youth, handsomeness, and wealth to girls.

More and more girls joined their ranks, and as a result, the banquet turned into a situation where there were more meat than wolves. But strangely, when the meat was piled up, the wolves dared not open their mouths.

Looking at the shifty-eyed group gathered in the corner, glancing around as if they were visiting a city servants exhibition, Xu Fu shook his head seriously and said to Philip and Arthur.

"Can't they see what a wonderful night it is?"

Mr. Arthur, dressed in a nonchalant manner, swirled his wine glass and chuckled softly, "You can't expect a bunch of computer enthusiasts to learn sophisticated flirting techniques."

"What do you think I should do?"

"If anything," Arthur said, "they need to pack." He paused, then added, "At least decent suits, and of course, watches."