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

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After the news was released, the reputation of the Sky Eye Association plummeted, and many people questioned its existence: Bloody Christmas and Glencoe were both supernatural cases handled by the Sky Eye Association, but now they have been taken over by other departments.

This is undoubtedly a blow to an authority that no longer exists.

Scottie Ruby took it upon himself to be the first to arrive at the Metropolitan to meet with Lex Luthor, and after reaching an agreement, immediately mobilized all available resources to arrest Joshua Allen.

The discovery of the locator led Lex Rudd to abandon his search for the Shadow Woman, and the team decided to launch their operation at night after careful planning.

...

At 6:00 PM in an abandoned building in the East Metropolis.

Just then, a young girl walked in through the door, holding a phone in one hand and a hot cocoa in the other. She was chatting and laughing as she walked in, seemingly talking to her boyfriend.

Joshua hid in the ruins of the building, watching her quietly until the girl's figure disappeared behind the street. Only then did he look away, pick up a piece of bread from the trash can, break off a piece, put it in his mouth, chew it a couple of times, and spit it on the ground.

Joshua held the half-eaten breadstick, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Despite constantly reminding myself that I am a human being, not a monster.

But none of the illusions his body presented indicated this: he had left the realm of humanity and evolved into a special life form; human food could not fill the emptiness in his heart, and like the girl, he needed pure life.

Joshua could clearly see the life force flowing within the girl, a vibrant life force that fascinated him like a fresh and delicious strawberry cake.

He craved food, he craved the girl's body; he wanted to hold her in his arms and devour her piece by piece.

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Joshua slapped himself hard across the face, and the bloodshot in his eyes disappeared, returning to normal.

At a nearby hotel, a girl chatting and laughing took off a down jacket, revealing a bulletproof vest with "FBI" written on it.

"It has been confirmed that Joshua Allen was indeed in the junkyard."

Scottie Ruby took a deep breath, picked up the surveillance footage, and said with unusual seriousness.

"This operation is extremely dangerous. You must remember that we are not facing ordinary killers, but demons that are invulnerable to bullets and blades and possess terrifying destructive power."

"Debbie, your mission is crucial. Remember two things: First, do not have any physical contact with it; second, try your best to spray it with the reagent. The reagent can severely slow down the alien insect's vitality, preventing it from dying. If you succeed, evacuate immediately. Leave the rest to the sniper, understand?"

As an elite FBI agent who has participated in numerous special missions, Debbie carries considerable weight.

"I can handle it."

Scottie Ruby stared at him: "Repetitive tasks."

Debbie straightened up and said, word by word, "Pretend to be a passerby, wait for an opportunity to approach the opponent, use the gap in the conversation to pour the potion on the opponent, and leave immediately after getting the potion."

"Great!"

"start!"

Debbie took off her uniform, put on a slightly worn jacket, had the makeup artist "dirty" her, and sprayed herself with a seductive perfume to seduce her partner.

A few minutes later, the female FBI agent who looked like a soldier disappeared, and was replaced by a disheveled homeless woman who smelled faintly of foul odor.

Debbie carefully put the medicine bottle into her pocket, grabbed a few sandwiches, and limped toward the abandoned building.

She seemed unaware that there was another person in the garbage heap, walked into the living room and started eating, finishing both sandwiches in a few seconds.

Joshua looked at her, at the way she wolfed down her food, at how she curled up as she drank, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

He coughed once when he saw the girl getting ready to go to bed.

"who!"

"Who's there?"

The girl was terrified and quickly snatched the dagger, staring intently at the dimly lit floor.

"Come out, I heard you, come out!"

Joshua thought for a few seconds, then slowly stood up from the pile of trash and said apologetically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. This place is leaking and not suitable for sleeping. Please find somewhere else!"

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Joshua meant well; it was indeed a cold and windy place, not a good place to spend the night. Unfortunately, the girl didn't appreciate it and continued to brandish her dagger, her face still showing a wary expression.

Seeing this, Joshua could only retreat and remain silent.

After standing there for a few more minutes, and confirming that the person she was speaking to was honest, the girl relaxed her guard slightly, moved a short distance away, and asked...

Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?

Joshua said in a low voice, "I'm from the South District, I don't know anyone here. If you're not feeling well, I'll leave now."

After saying that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

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Debbie stopped him and asked with a slightly doubtful tone, "Are there Mexicans in the south?"

Joshua nodded.

Debbie breathed a slight sigh of relief: "You can stay here. Remember, don't try to kill me again, or I'll stab you to death."

Joshua wanted to know.

Are you Mexican too?

Debbie replied expressionlessly and earnestly, "Swara, shithole shithole shithole, obviously you haven't heard of him."

"I know, that's where I came from."

Joshua was extremely excited, never expecting to see his old compatriots on his last night before he died. "I grew up in the orphanage of the 11th parish of Swara. Grandma Arlene was very kind to me. What about you? Where are you?"

"No one would believe you."

Debbie didn't believe him at all. After hesitating for a moment, she picked up half a sandwich, placed it two meters away from her, and then...

"This is for you, eat it quickly."

"No, I'm full."

Joshua shook his head negatively, and in the dim light, he did not notice the girl's legs trembling with fear and excitement.

"Just eat it if they offer it to you, it's no big deal."

Debbie picked up the sandwich and threw it to him, and the distance between them gradually shrank to less than a meter.

At that moment, everyone—including the snipers lying in ambush in various conspicuous positions, the FBI officials huddled in the hotel, and Lex Luthor monitoring them through surveillance equipment—held their breath.

Fortunately, nothing terrible happened. Joshua didn't pounce on Debbie like a hungry beast and devour her. Instead, he stepped back and continued shaking his head.

Gradually, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

FBI agents raised questions.

"Boss, is he really a Gu demon? Isn't this a mistake?"

These three murders all demonstrate that the parasitic demon is a terrifying, cold-blooded beast, showing no mercy, while the person in front of you, from any angle, is a soft and kind little white rabbit.

The difference between these two displays is so great that it's astonishing.

Scottie Ruby muttered to herself, "Everyone has two faces. Don't be fooled by appearances."

Debbie also sensed something was amiss: judging from all the personality traits of the person she was talking to, this person didn't seem like a blood-stained killer at all, but as an elite agent, she couldn't avoid encountering such situations.

Regardless of how the other party behaves, the mission must continue.

Debbie corrected her thinking and asked in a slightly doubtful tone.

Why are you looking down and refusing to meet my gaze?

Joshua could hardly hide his panic: "I'm fine, I just... I just... okay, stay away from me."

"Weird guy!"

Debbie muttered loudly on purpose, her body gradually tensing up, her eyes becoming incredibly sharp. She stopped her sandwich, calmly pulled out a small bottle of pills, ...

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The plastic bottle exploded, spewing out compressed purple gas that filled a space within a three-meter radius.

The purple gas seemed to have its own consciousness, relentlessly devouring Debbie and Joshua's body. Wherever it went, cells enhanced by the alien insects' genes went into a dormant state.

My strength gradually gave out, and my limbs became so heavy that I could hardly bear it.

Surrounded by poison gas, Joshua turned his head without moving, looking at Debbie flying towards him from afar. A complex and indescribable look flashed in his eyes. In the end, he did not chase after her, but sat quietly in place.

Obey Scott's orders

The sniper lurking in the dark corner opened fire, the sharp gunshots piercing the deep night, flashes of light creating a dense network of fire.

Countless bullets whistled past, piercing the tattered cloak, striking various parts of the body, and then strangely ricocheting off to other places.

By absorbing the life force of Clark and Linda, Joshua has evolved to a level beyond human imagination. His strength, speed, and defense... are certainly not inferior to Superman, even if they are not stronger.

The bullets did not harm him at all, nor did they even penetrate his outer layer of skin.

Bullets flew back and forth, heading in all directions.

The ricocheting bullet struck Debbie squarely in the thigh, forcing her to duck under the car, gasping for breath in pain.

Joshua watched her silently, the color draining from his face, replaced by an indescribable bitterness. In the end, he said nothing, just sat there, motionless.