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

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The soldier frowned: "But the ring chose him."

"A ring is a ring, and I am who I am."

With a cold-blooded remark, Seneca turned and left, his domineering manner leaving the soldiers beside him speechless.

The technology of Planet OA far surpasses that of Earth. The Green Lantern Corps soldiers who came to Earth quickly learned about the true nature of Earth through the Internet. While they despised the backwardness of human civilization, they also had to face another side of incredibly powerful superheroes.

Superman in Metropolis, in particular, is incredibly strong, capable of drilling oil wells, towing cruise ships, and carrying airplanes, which is truly admirable.

Back on the spaceship, Senesto left Hal alone and focused on his search: the beacon indicated that Parallax had landed on Earth, arrived here, and never left.

In other words, it is highly likely that some land-dwelling or underwater Atlantean person injected it into his body.

Finding a hidden target among billions of people is no easy task, but fortunately, the recent Dryer case provided them with a clue: the Dryer's killer, Hector Hammond, has abilities that are remarkably similar to Parallax, which is not surprising, as it was he who infected Parallax and summoned it to Earth.

After confirming the information, Senesto immediately ordered a full-scale search for Highcourt Hammond.

The big-headed monster is the catalyst for all the events.

In the northeastern part of the coastal city, inside a hidden missile base.

Accompanied by Jensen Rau, the president's aide who rushed over, Amanda arrived at the laboratory, where at the very back, a huge, well-preserved, lifelike head hung quietly in a petri dish.

After just one glance, Jason turned pale as if he had encountered a ghost.

"He He..."

"He's under my special control, he won't wake up, you don't need to worry."

Jason breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the head in the petri dish a few times, and after confirming that there was no sign of the head reviving, he slowly turned his head and said with unusual seriousness.

"Madam, I must remind you that your actions endanger national security."

Amanda reached out her hand.

Let's talk outside.

Jason gritted his teeth, glanced at it dismissively, and turned to leave.

They went into the living room, and Amanda made herself a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Jason.

"I have always admired Your Excellency the President, but there have been some misunderstandings due to people like Dick Cheney, and I sincerely hope that these misunderstandings are in the past."

After finishing his meal, he took a piece of candy and put it into his coffee.

The toffee quickly melted in the hot coffee, releasing an enticing milky aroma. Jason shook his head, puzzled.

"Ms. Waller, you're oversimplifying things."

“We have always known what you and your Sky Eye have been doing in secret with His Excellency the President. Now that your hard times have come, you want to forget your past misfortunes....

Jason gave a cold laugh, his face revealing undisguised disgust: "What do you take us for?"

Amanda ignored her partner's expression, picked up a spoon and stirred the coffee until the milk and sugar dissolved, then said slowly.

"His Excellency the President is currently most concerned about the upcoming election. The latest opinion polls show that less than 30 percent of voters support him, and unless his candidate suffers another unexpected incident, he is unlikely to win."

Amanda picked up her tea and milk and took a sip: "There's only one first time, there won't be a second time. To prevent similar incidents from happening again, Congress and the federal courts have developed detailed plans. If you continue like this, they will put Joel Nash in jail on charges of endangering national security, so he'll never see the sun again."

"As His Excellency the President's most trusted aide," "when the time is right," "you will prove yourself to be just as capable."

Jason was stunned for a moment, his whole body turning ice cold.

"You're threatening me!"

Amanda shook her head: "I can increase His Excellency's vote share from thirty percent to forty percent."

Just kidding.

Jason straightened up: "Ms. Waller, I don't have time to argue with you. Tens of millions of votes are not something you can manipulate."

“Since I said it, it means I can do it. Just like Hector, you spent so much effort and resources, but you still couldn’t do anything about him. If I hadn’t intervened in time, Seaside City would have become hell long ago.”

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Jason's head, instantly calming him down. After a few seconds of silence, he returned to his chair and said, "I understand."

“I need to know the detailed measures.” He paused, then added, “And your requirements.”

Amanda placed the documents she had prepared on the table.

"It's written very clearly here, and you can read it when you speak with the president. I deeply apologize, and I also have high hopes for Mr. Nash. I sincerely hope that we can board the same warship, fight side by side, and become close friends."

Chapter 1075 Burning Anger

Adam Hammond had lived by the sea for decades, and this was the first time he found autumn there so repulsive.

The autumn rain fell incessantly, and the autumn wind, carrying the chill of the Arctic Ocean, pierced the body like steel needles.

After standing at the door for two minutes, Adam Hammond could no longer resist. He wrapped his coat tightly around himself and sat by the fireplace, enjoying his solitude like an old man on his deathbed.

It's all because of this "good son".

It is said that even tigers do not eat their cubs, but at this moment, Adam harbored endless resentment towards his son.

For the past few days, he'd been thinking, why not just throw that damn piss on the wall right now to attract that stupid, cowardly Latina woman? Kill that despicable bastard, let him run rampant!

After losing his job, his life went downhill. He dared not go out, dared not go shopping, and could not even go to a bar for a drink. He could only huddle in a dilapidated villa every day, living alone under the supervision of a group of "special forces".

He was tired of this life but powerless to change it; the seaside town had not forgotten that Sicot's father was Adam Hammond, and if he dared to go outside, the angry townspeople would devour him alive.

When will these cursed days end?

Adam sighed and looked out the window.

The autumn rain was getting heavier and heavier, flapping the curtains. He had to get up and close the window tightly. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound behind him.

Adam quickly turned his head: a strange-looking fellow appeared by the fireplace. His skin burned red like hot coals, his ears were pointed, his eyebrows were thick, and his black hair was neatly combed back. He stood straight, like a steel knife forged from cold iron.

Soldier?

Adam had also served in the military and was familiar with this kind of atmosphere.

"Adam Hammond?"

The gentle words echoed in his ears, and Adam immediately snapped back to reality. He glanced at the guards prostrate on the ground outside the door and said in a tense tone...

"It's me. Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"Is Hector Hammond your son?"

Adam remained silent for a few seconds, then nodded expressionlessly.

"Very good, I like your honesty."

Seneca turned and continued, "Have you heard of an organization called Sky Eye?"

Adam frowned subconsciously, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Senesto, who had been watching his facial expression closely, nodded understandingly: "It seems I wasn't wrong about you; you're the one in the know."

"Some time ago, a space capsule crashed on the beach in the river bay of the seaside city. It was carrying one of my good friends, Abin-Su, a great and meritorious warrior. He died. He died protecting the universe. His body was taken away by an organization called the Sky Eye Society."

"Tell me, where might the Sky Eye be located?"

Adam: "..."

...

If time could be reversed, Floyd would never have agreed to become the head of the Sky Eye Association, even if it meant insulting Dick Cheney, it would be better than the terrible situation he is in now.

That damned Amanda Waller, you bastard shrew! Not only did she drain the Sky Eye Association, but she also used its name to contact the FBI and the Department of Justice for underground political activities and so-called deals with President Joel Nash.

For this, he was reprimanded countless times by Vice President Cheney and several influential military leaders.

The label of incompetence has been firmly placed on his head, and he can't even remove it.

At that moment, Freud finally understood the meaning behind Amanda's words: You are the scapegoat!

"Scapegoat? Screw scapegoat!"

Freud hissed, his eyes filled with rage: "Damn black man, just you wait, you'll end up in my hands sooner or later."

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Although the Sky Eye Association has lost its backbone, its research base, research data, and most of its heavy equipment have been preserved, as well as the important alien corpses.

Hikkoth's power comes from an alien corpse. If the secrets of the corpse can be deciphered, superhumans as powerful as Hikkoth can be mass-produced.

At this time, under his leadership, Tianyan will soar to the heavens and become the king of the earth, unmatched by anyone.

Dreams are always something to look forward to. In order to achieve his goal as soon as possible, Freud devoted all his energy to studying corpses, and even challenged a group of scientists to conduct "slice studies".

With his master's degree in medicine, he handled the incision with ease. Soon, Abin-Sul's body was divided into countless "small" pieces, which were examined and studied bit by bit, from depth to depth, from depth to depth.

Floyd was consumed by hatred for it all, crawling over corpses, unaware that the base had been hacked.

A man in a white coat lay on top of Abinsu's mangled body, holding a knife, tweezers, and an analyzer. He occasionally wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled up his loose trousers.

This is what Senesto saw when he entered.

Then, Freud flew up, his heart pierced by a red-hot spear, pinned to the wall like a nail, his face showing intense shock and disbelief before he died.

Why...why did I die?

my wish?

My ideal?

Am I really... a scapegoat?