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

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"What exactly is this?"

Xu Fu was both shocked and furious. He hurriedly took off his armor and bowl, picked up Linda, and flew towards the villa.

They took the elevator down to the basement and placed the girl, whose hair was already turning gray, on the physiotherapy bed.

"Ava, retrieve reactant number three!"

"Understood, young master."

Ava, disguised as a robot butler, walked to the lab table and took out a small vial from the freezer containing a sample of purple solvent extracted from meteorite fragments. This solvent sealed the parasite, preventing it from dividing and greatly slowing its life force.

At this moment, Linda also woke up, her right hand pressed against her head, her face contorted in pain, and...

"This is too difficult, what's wrong with me?"

"do not move!"

Xu Fu pried open her mouth and poured reagent number 3 into it.

"What did you give me to drink? It's so bitter!"

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

Xu Fu glared at her coldly and turned on the dialysis machine to thoroughly examine her physical condition. Kryptonians' bodies are different from humans'; their enormous energy endows their cells with powerful resistance, making them able to resist the invasion of almost any virus, germ, or bacteria. Even alien parasites would find it difficult to take root in her body.

But difficulties do not mean they are impossible.

Soon, the dialysis results came back, revealing that in addition to her arm, six other areas of her body had also been affected, with some epidermal cells even entering the division stage.

Xu Fu handed the photo to Linda and said in a low voice.

"Your body is too complex for conventional surgery. Therefore, you must rely on yourself. Eliminate all six mutated cells with heat rays."

Linda struggled to sit up and was stunned when she saw her haggard, wrinkled hands.

"My hand...how did this happen?"

"This is impossible!"

The girl rushed towards her face in a panic, her fingers about to touch her cheek, when Xu stopped her and said...

"It's okay, everything will be alright."

Linda: "..."

Am I ugly now?

Xu Fu shrugged: "It's not as bad as you think. You can imagine yourself forty or thirty years from now."

"30 years!"

Linda muttered a few words and instinctively looked at her face, but Xu Fu stopped her again and said...

"Believe me, everything will be alright. Your priority now is to eliminate the mutated cells in your body, otherwise they will take root and grow inside you, turning you into a monster like Joshua."

Upon hearing this, Linda paused for a moment, then hurriedly tore off her clothes and used heat rays to burn the six mutated cells shown in the picture that had been captured by the alien insects.

Xu Fu called the inner room and asked them to prepare food for twenty people.

The Cape Villa is not only equipped with the latest smart devices, but also with a professional and highly qualified management team, including chefs, therapists, butlers, maids, gardeners, etc. Xu Fu has to pay them a monthly commission of up to $30.

Soon, a table of delicious food was delivered to the basement.

As her energy was replenished, her body began to return to normal: the wrinkles on her face disappeared, her skin regained its original smooth and rosy color, and her hair turned golden.

"Kryptonians are monsters!"

Xu Fu muttered to himself, if an ordinary person were to become like this, their life would be over and they would never be able to recover. But they are different. As long as there is sunshine and food, they can regain their lost vitality.

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There was enough food for twenty adult hunchbacks, and Linda ate her fill. Afterward, she rushed to the mirror, saw her reflection—young and beautiful—and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it has finally recovered."

"damn it!"

The girl gritted her teeth, pounded her fist against the wall, and then

Bang

The wall is straight through.

Xu Fu said helplessly, "Until you find a way to deal with him, you'd better suppress your anger and not face him. You'll be in trouble next time."

I can beat him.

Linda turned around and said angrily, "He's no match for me at all, neither in strength nor speed, if it weren't for that awful... ability."

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"You said it yourself, the problem is he has it." As he spoke, Xu Fu's face turned extremely ferocious: "Ms. Danvers, how many times did I tell you before the battle: no physical contact, no close combat, ranged attrition, and what were you doing?"

Xu Fu walked up to her, looked down at her, and said

"When will you change your arrogant and conceited nature? This is a battle, not child's play. What will I do if something happens to you?"

The girl snorted, turned around, and her face was full of disdain.

Xu Fu shook his head helplessly: He's already eighteen years old, and he's still so willful.

...

Fifty miles south of the metropolis lies the vibrant fishing town of Glencar.

Built eighty years ago, the town is adjacent to a metropolis and has deep, fast-flowing waters. The local fishing industry is exceptionally prosperous, making it a well-known and wealthy town.

Every Christmas, the town's fishermen gather for a drinking contest. For them, who are often at sea, rum is indispensable, and gradually, it has become a town tradition.

This year was no exception: hundreds of fishermen gathered in the largest tavern in the area, all shirtless, shouting loudly for the drunken madmen in the ring.

As the night deepened, it was 9:30 p.m. before he knew it. Godot, who had won the competition, clutched the trophy tightly in his hand and staggered home.

His home is located on the north side of town; it is a detached two-story house.

Upon arriving at his doorstep, Godot whistled with practiced ease. Instead of the expected barking, he was greeted by a faint smell of blood.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, a silence that was somewhat frightening.

Chapter 1169 The Death of Grunkal

At six o'clock in the morning, the first rays of sunlight shone into the town of Grunkal, and sirens wailed in the sky.

The sun bursts forth from behind the cape, half dark red and half azure, the two colors intertwining and reflecting in the sky like an oil painting. It's a pity that the people in the city can no longer enjoy such a beautiful sight.

Metropolitan Police Commissioner Kleeman Weber and Sergeant Green rushed to the crime scene overnight. With the Sky Eye Association suffering heavy losses and severely understaffed, this human tragedy, destined to reverberate in Rice, had to be taken over by the police.

All the police officers responsible for inspecting the scene were pale-faced, their eyes revealing deep worry and fear.

The atmosphere in the city was terrifying. Blood and body parts were everywhere, just like a scene from a horror movie. The deaths were gruesome and chilling.

Upon receiving the survey results, we immediately sent them to Kleeman.

Upon seeing the report data, the head of Police Station 703 turned pale and his hands trembled.

"All 1,352 people in the city died; not one survived."

After saying these words, Kleeman seemed to have lost all his strength.

Green's eyes twitched violently a few times. He lowered his voice and said hoarsely.

"Boss, what should we do?"

Kleeman forced himself to speak, suppressing his fear.

"Have they all been tested?"

Green nodded seriously: "It's very similar to a bloody Christmas. Some of the bodies were dismembered, and some were turned into mummies. We checked the city's surveillance footage. The killer was a purple monster covered in tumors, whose eyes could shoot out red light. His methods were extremely cruel, you could say he was ruthless."

"Boss, notify the Sky Eye Association. This is not something we can decide."

Kleeman gave a wry smile: "You don't know yet, do you? Just yesterday, the Sky Eye Society's convoy was attacked by an unknown creature. Apart from General Ryan and a few guards, all the people in the convoy were killed."

"That's why General Ryan was recalled to the White House. He was in a precarious situation himself, so how could he take on new cases?"

"What should we do? We can't let the police get killed. That monster is a cannibal."

Kleeman waved his hand and sighed.

"I called the White House and told them to handle the next steps."

"We are doing our best to protect the scene."

"My God, what's wrong with this world?"

...

More than a thousand people were brutally murdered overnight.

The Grunkal tragedy quickly made it to mainstream television media and became the focus of morning news.

Reporters crowded into the city, and the police were understaffed, only able to control the main entrances and exits. Other parts of the city were left unprotected, resulting in one bloody and gruesome scene after another captured on camera.

As SHOW's popularity grew, many inexperienced journalists began to start their own columns on the website, earning extra income by publishing news, photos, and various hidden information.

As a result, before the police could even hold a press conference to release information about the case, all sorts of inside information had already spread online.