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

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Louise wiped her eyes, rushed out of the room, ran to the nearest supermarket, and bought a whole cart full of food: meat, eggs, vegetables, and all sorts of high-calorie foods.

In principle, Kryptonians living under the yellow sun do not need to eat. Sunlight provides energy to their cells, and they are always at their peak energy level. Of course, if they want, they can also become gluttons, like Linda, whose appetite in one meal is almost three times that of Xu Fu.

However, the purple monster absorbed not only energy, but also deeper life substances, which cannot be replenished simply by basking in the sun.

Clark needs to eat, and he needs to eat a lot.

Louise, disguised as a five-star chef, prepared all sorts of food. Clark ate pot after pot, and soon most of the food in his food truck was gone.

His body also recovered from its previous paleness, and he looked like a thirty-year-old man.

The feeling of weakness finally disappeared.

Clark leaned against the sand, feeling an indescribable joy. Just when he thought he would never have to worry about death again, this purple-skinned monster had taught him a good lesson.

Louise took off her apron, worried

"Are you facing a murderer?"

Clark nodded: "A humanoid monster covered in purple tumors could absorb the life force of others through physical contact. I didn't realize it and it caught me red-handed, draining a lot of my energy."

Louise took his hand. "It's okay, there will always be a chance, as long as you're alright."

Clark doesn't think so.

"This monster sees humans as food. It will keep killing and plundering the life force of others to grow stronger. If this continues, it will become a disaster sooner or later."

"What are you going to do?"

Louise couldn't hide her unease; what had just happened terrified her: "Like you said, his body is a potion of poison. You can't touch him, so how are you going to defeat him...?"

Clark pointed to his eyes.

"I will find him and burn him to ashes with heat rays."

...

When you're unlucky, you can't even get a drink of cold water.

The “Bloody Christmas” shocked the entire country and became the focus of major news media. The main defendant in the case, Sam Lane, was under pressure from all sides.

The media relentlessly pursued him, and the president himself called to inquire about the matter.

Finally, he broke free of his restraints and returned to the base. Before he could even settle in, he heard about Superman's battle with the purple-skinned monster. He suspected that Superman had killed someone, but he had no proof.

A few minutes later, the blood-purple lab report appeared on the table. Sam Lane picked it up, examined it closely, and stared at it.

"Sure?"

Professor Camon nodded seriously: "It can't be otherwise."

"We conducted a focused analysis of the parasitic cells, and our preliminary conclusion is that its evolution is almost endless. Given enough food, it will evolve into a terrifying creature capable of devouring an entire planet."

"General, this is a plague that concerns the life and death of mankind. We cannot wait a moment longer and must eliminate it as soon as possible."

Sam Lane knew perfectly well, but the problem was that he had no idea where the other party was hiding. What was even more useless was that, with his current strength, even if he found him, he wouldn't be able to do anything to him, and might even become his food.

After a few seconds of silence, Sam Ryan looked up and spoke.

What is his weakness? 5.7

Camon gave a wry smile: "We've conducted various stress tests on the parasite, and so far we haven't found any major flaws."

Sam Ryan scratched his head, feeling incredibly frustrated: as the president of the Sky Eye Association and one of the most powerful people in the United States, he had actually subdued an alien bug without a decision.

The Sky Eye Society's high-level combat capabilities are extremely weak, even the CIA cannot match them, let alone the FBI.

"Alright, get back to work and get the results as soon as possible."

With a sigh, Camon turned and left.

Sam Lane lit a cigarette and puffed on it one after another. After a while, he stubbed it out, picked up the phone, and dialed an unknown number.

A deep voice came from the microphone: "Who are you?"

"Sam Ryan!"

"Let's go together."

Something's not right in Chapter 1160.

The disasters of the DC world are like the wool on a sheep's back, never-ending. It has brought about a highly developed media industry, far surpassing that of the previous Earth.

On the morning of December 26, Xu Fu, who had been playing all night, was about to give himself a break when his phone started buzzing before he even got warm in bed.

Charlie, who was working overtime in the Metropolitan Center, called and briefly explained the key points of the Bloody Christmas case.

Xu Fu, looking somewhat bewildered, dragged his tired body into the living room, turned on the TV, and switched to a channel with a beautiful female host.

As various news reports reached his ears, his mind began to clear.

"Purple monster, dried corpse, life-eater..."

"Perhaps it's a parasitic demon."

Just then, the door opened, and Dio hurriedly walked in.

Something's not right.

Xu Fu yawned: "What's wrong?"

"The Sky Eye Society has sealed off the volcano and the factory."

Xu Fu frowned: "Because of the bloody Christmas."

Dio nodded and said in a deep voice, "I don't know who leaked the information, but it is said that the purple meteorite that crashed into the beach contained alien parasites that can parasitize humans and turn them into monsters. They devour life and feed on human life force. The Crimson Christmas Killer was one of the humans who was parasitized by the alien insects."

"The entire metropolis is now in chaos."

"When the Sky Eye Association realized that it could no longer remain silent, it took the opportunity to seal off an area of ​​two miles around the crater. Their people are searching for meteorite fragments, including plants."

Xu Fu's smile vanished, replaced by a hint of coldness.

"They went into the factory?"

"Security personnel are cracking down on this behavior, so I don't think this situation will last long."

Xu Fu sighed: "Let's go, we'll go back to the Metropolis right away. This is such a heartless holiday."

The exoskeleton armor caused a major rift between Tesla and the Department of Defense. Generals demanded that the exoskeleton armor be classified as a military secret, limited to military equipment. However, Tesla remained adamant. Without the White House's approval and presidential authorization, unilateral restrictions were impossible to enforce. The Department of Defense was very concerned, monitoring the situation closely and even threatening to send troops to surround the factory. Gradually, as the armor entered the market, they had no choice but to accept their fate and place orders through legitimate channels.

But in this case, it's a revenge killing.

...

The "Bloody Christmas" case thrust the Sky Eye Association into the center of public attention. This case is a litmus test; if Sam Lane cannot solve it quickly, the Sky Eye Association, which specializes in researching paranormal phenomena and extraterrestrials, will be scorned by its peers.

The president has given his full financial support, but he also has to be accountable to Congress because we are talking about hundreds of billions of dollars in public funds.

Instead of holding a press conference immediately after the leak, Sam Ryan took his deputy to the suburbs of the metropolis.

A black sedan was parked in front of a detached villa.

After waiting a while, Lex Luthor stepped forward and extended his right hand: "Hello, General Ryan."

Sam Lane gave him a deep look, ignoring the other's friendly invitation.

"Let's go inside and talk!"

Lex Luthor gave a weak laugh, glanced at the briefcase in his deputy's hand, and turned to walk towards the villa.

The villa's interior is antique: sculptures, carpets, oil lamps, fireplaces, Renaissance figure drawings, and Gothic murals that evoke gloom, horror, loneliness, and mystery.

Various art and design styles intertwine to create a stunning visual experience.

Sam Lane wasn't interested in the artwork; his gaze fell directly on the old man sitting on the sofa.

The old man, dressed in a white robe, was about sixty years old and had a very strange appearance: a small nose, a big mouth, and large ears that extended upwards, like a dwarf from a fantasy novel. His eyes gleamed with greed; one could say they were greedy eyes.

"Ivio Ivo!"

You're really not dead!

The old man didn't disturb Sam Lane, not even glancing at him, and ran briskly to him, excitedly pointing to the box in his assistant's hands.

"Where are the alien parasites?"

Give it to me now!

At that moment, he reached out to grab him, but the deputy sheriff roared and retreated.

"Be careful, this thing is dangerous, don't touch it."

"Danger on my ass, give it to me, come on!"

The adjutant looked bewildered and could only turn his gaze to the director. Sam Ryan was silent for a moment, then nodded, seemingly indicating that his task was to get through this matter.

Upon receiving the box, Evio Ivo was extremely excited, waving his arms and legs around it like a child who had received a new toy. Ignoring the deputy sheriff's attempts to stop him, he opened the box on the spot.

A small stone shimmering with purple light appeared before everyone's eyes; it was a fragment of a meteorite that sealed away a Gu worm.

Ivio pulled the unique pair of glasses out of his pocket; they were indeed genuine. He picked up the box, resolutely walked out the door, and didn't say a single word to Sam Lane (or Lex Luthor) from beginning to end.

Perhaps in his eyes, no matter how much power and wealth the two possessed, they never existed.

It's Ivio Ivo