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

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Is it possible to create a strengthening potion?

"This is..."

Amachekov hesitated for a moment: "In principle, there is no problem, but it is uncontrollable. The alien creature will drastically increase the host's aggression and also have a certain impact on cognition. Even if sedatives are introduced, the effect will be limited. If we want to control it, we can only start from the genetic level, but... we do not have the technology in this area."

How many years will it take to research this technology?

Amachekov gave a wry smile: "General, this is not a matter of time. Technological development requires accumulation. Based on the development of modern biotechnology, perhaps in thirty years we will be able to carry out genetic improvement work."

Sam Lane remained silent, realizing that Amachekov's words were true, but he was also deeply frustrated: the recent increase in supernatural events was making his job as Skyy's director increasingly difficult, and he was beginning to realize that relying on agents and soldiers was not enough to accomplish the mission. Skyy needed a strong, fearless team that could rival Superman to maintain balance.

Seeing Sam Lane's increasingly grim expression, Amachekov also became nervous. After a moment's thought, he said in a low voice.

"Perhaps someone can help."

"who〃" ?"

"Ivio Ivo!"

Sam Lane looked bewildered and frowned, saying, "That madman isn't dead!"

Amachekov shook his head: "I'm not sure if he's dead or not, but there are rumors that he's now working for Lex Luthor and is also reorganizing Ivo Labs."

"If it's true, he should be able to help. You know Professor Ivo isn't an ordinary person..."

Sam Lane pondered: Intelligence personnel have more or less heard of Ivo, the world-famous mad scientist who created the Gamble virus eight years ago, which killed almost a third of Scotland's population and is still on the wanted lists of the United States and the European Union.

It is said that this madman has the memories of alien scientists in his mind. In the field of biological cells, he has achieved unimaginable success. According to people in the scientific community, if he can immerse himself in his work and succeed, the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine will become the Ivo Prize in Physiology or Medicine.

Unfortunately, the ideas of a genius are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. He preferred conventional biotechnology to research on dangerous, powerful viruses that could kill millions in the blink of an eye.

Did he really join the Lutheran Church?

"I don't know, it's just a rumor."

Sam Lane nodded: "I'll keep an eye on it and keep it under control, understand?"

"Don't worry, General, I will do my best."

...

It was already nine o'clock at night when he left the building. Looking at the empty streets, Sam Lane suddenly thought of the girl he loved most.

Lucy's decision to join the army after graduating high school relieved Sam Lane, who has a military background.

Louise is a troublemaker who frequently reports on secrets that the government doesn't want to disclose, which gives Sam Lane a headache. At the same time, he is inexplicably proud that his daughter is as brave and upright as he is. The only thing that bothers him is her boyfriend.

Clark Kent

Sam Lane was furious at the thought that this careless man had come from the farm.

What was Louise thinking, choosing such an idiot!

"That's the problem. I can't interfere in young people's affairs."

With a heavy heart, General Ryan drove away from the house. When he reached the villa's entrance, he noticed a figure flash by nearby. He quickly drew his pistol and shouted angrily.

"Who's there? Don't move, or I'll shoot!"

The figure tensed up and hurriedly raised his hands: "No...don't shoot! I'm a deliveryman, I'm delivering goods, I'm not a bad guy."

Sam Lane cautiously approached him, glanced at his work clothes, and finally stopped at his thin, shivering face.

"May I have your name"

“Joshua A... Allen, I’m here to deliver goods, that’s all.”

The deliveryman stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

Sam Lane looked him closely in the eyes to make sure he wasn't lying, then put away his gun and slammed the door shut.

"It's Christmas today, a holiday, why are you still delivering goods?"

Joshua lowered his head in embarrassment. "I...I need money!"

Sam Lane looked him over again: worn-out sneakers, dry trousers, a melancholy face, and seemed to realize something, that was...

"Where is the thing?"

Joshua readily complied.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

Sam Lane returned to the cabin with his belongings, and came out again a dozen seconds later, carrying a leather coat and warm boots in his left hand and a lunchbox in his right hand containing corn soup, turkey legs, seafood dishes, and beef salad specially prepared for Christmas.

Sam Lane shoved his coat and lunchbox into Joshua's hands.

"Merry Christmas!"

After saying that, he turned and went back to the villa.

Watching the disappearing figure, Joshua's (Wang Nuo's) eyes instantly reddened, and indescribable emotions surged within him.

He rubbed his eyes, memorized the house number, turned and left. He found a quiet little bridge, put on his coat, opened his lunchbox and began to eat, recalling the old man's voice and smile.

Just then, a flash of light appeared, and a glittering purple stone floated on the almost frozen river.

Joshua was curious and used a stick to pick out a stone.

The stone is about the size of a fist and emits a purple glow from within, giving it a mysterious and unpredictable feel.

Could it be a gemstone?

Joshua took the stone, held it up to his eyes and examined it carefully. Suddenly, a piercing pain erupted from his palm, and his entire hand cracked open. Purple lines extended upwards from his palm, reaching his shoulder in the blink of an eye.

Joshua's eyes widened, and he cried out pitifully, his voice echoing in the silent archway, but there was no response.

The night continued.

In the distance, there are lights; here, there is darkness.

Chapter 1157 Bloody Christmas

Xu Fu's family and the Guardians of the Galaxy trio were all stunned by what they saw.

They thought there was only one fool like Star-Lord, but who knew... there was another old fool too.

Watching the two men throw the ball at him, the Rockets muttered to himself, "Oh, see! I told you it was dogs, only dogs play like that."

Drax nodded approvingly.

"They are too naive."

Gwen muttered to herself.

Fortunately, this awkward situation only lasted a short while.

Iago casually tossed the spheres in his hand and said to Star-Lord, "Kid, look, this is the best proof."

Star-Lord nodded excitedly, turned off the player on his belt, and the quiet music disappeared.

"I have only one question: Why did you abandon my mother?"

Star-Lord stared at Iago, awaiting his answer.

Iago's face was filled with sorrow, and his expression was one of extreme pain.

He said slowly and deeply, “I love him, my son, but if I don’t come back here often, this body of mine will break down and disappear, and I will have to do it.”

As he spoke, he patted Star-Lord on the shoulder: "We can talk about this later, but shouldn't you introduce me to your friends first?"

He turned around and looked at Xu Fu and the others, his gaze lingering on Xu Fu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The Star Lord introduced them one by one, and Iago greeted everyone like a kind and humorous old man.

“Thank you for saving my son.” Igor turned gratefully to Xu Fu (690), paused briefly, and then said, “Kryptonians.”

"Ha, I thought the Kryptonians were extinct. I never thought I would see them again. It's a miracle."

Iago looked at Xu Fu and spoke slowly.

Clearly, having lived a long time, he recognized Xu Fu's identity.

Kryptonian?

Several galactic guardians looked at Xu Fu in surprise: they had never heard of this race.

Star-Lord pointed at Xu Fu and excitedly shouted to Gamora and her group, "See! What did I tell you? I told you he wasn't from Earth."

"Aren't you from Earth too?"

The rocket emitted a carefully orchestrated sound.

Xu Fu looked at Iago and felt a little nauseous.

If he hadn't known the old man's conspiracy and true nature, he might have been moved by his performance, just like everyone else.

But now, he only has one feeling.

nausea!

Similarly, as a father, he really looked down on this old man.

From its birth to becoming the planet Iago, a long period of time passed.

After a long time, feeling lonely, Iago transformed into a doppelganger—the father of the star lord before us—in order to find other creatures.