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

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"We're going to...we're going to get into trouble."

Beyond the fortress of solitude lies a void, devoid of light and darkness, containing only the simplest particles that constitute matter, and vague concepts formed by consciousness and thought.

This is a multidimensional space, also known as the Dark Realm and the Land of Origin.

Space jumps utilize the spacetime differences between dimensional space and the real universe to travel at ultra-high speeds. Each entry into or exit from dimensional space consumes energy; the larger and denser the object, the more energy it consumes. The energy consumed by a spaceship like the "Lonely Fortress" is beyond the comprehension of current Earth-based technology.

Energy is the foundation of human civilization, and all so-called technologies are branches built on this main trunk of energy.

Space is closely related to energy. Rather than a universe with complete physical laws, it is more of a conceptual entity that is a collection of energy factors.

There is no air, no light, only the most basic elements. It appears dark and profound, but in reality, it harbors unimaginable threats. The source of these threats is a higher-dimensional life form that Anshe cannot describe with realistic concepts. No one knows how this life form came into being. Even the best scientists in the entire universe cannot explain it. Scientists from some advanced civilizations believe that these life forms existed before the birth of the multiverse.

They wandered aimlessly through dimensional space, spending countless years growing larger and stronger each day. Even the most powerful gods in the entire universe were as insignificant as ants before them.

At this moment, Xu Fu felt just like this; he was simply staring at the ceiling, his body trembling like a sieve.

He was so big that you could only see a shadow and not the outline of his body. The isolated castle, tens of meters high, looked like a grain of sand in the ocean in front of him.

Fortunately, the laws of physics do not apply to dimensional space; otherwise, if this thing moved even slightly, the shockwave would turn the entire spaceship into Nirvana dust.

Xu Fu swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice.

"What...what is this? Linda, can you even sail a boat? You can't even see something that's that big, and you just had to crash into it. If you're going to die, don't drag me down with you."

"Who was seeking death? It flew away on its own. How would I know?"

The girl waved her hand impatiently and hastily activated the emergency procedure: the Lonely Fortress disappeared without her noticing, the power of the energy shield was reduced to the minimum, the external structure contracted inward, all the lights dimmed, and she tried her best to pretend to be an ostrich.

After doing all this, the two sat side by side by the window in the moonlight, barely daring to breathe, silently chanting, "Don't see me, don't see me," while praying to the gods that the various big creatures outside wouldn't roll over.

If it were to turn the tables, not only would Lonely Fortress be forced to kneel and shout "Conquest!" even thugs like Brainiac, Darkseid, and Anti-Monitor would have to come.

At that moment, Xu Fu suddenly remembered a documentary he had seen in his previous life: How many bacteria do people crush and kill when they turn over? Do people care about the death of bacteria?

The answer is obvious. Once a certain level of life is reached, the importance of weaker creatures becomes blurred. Just as humans don't care about the life or death of microorganisms, the monster in front of us doesn't care about the Lonely Fortress. Perhaps it hasn't even noticed the small growths attached to its skin.

Time passed slowly, becoming an extremely long period.

He didn't know how much time had passed before the oppressive feeling began to subside, but Xu Fu still couldn't see it. His vision was completely black, except for a large blurry shadow, and he couldn't make out what it looked like.

After realizing the danger had passed, Linda seemed to lose all confidence and collapsed like a fish with its bones removed: her heart was pounding, but there wasn't a drop of blood on her cheeks, and sweat dripped down her clothes, forming a swamp on the floor.

Xu Fu wasn't much better off. He dropped the Ghost Armor, plopped down on the ground, and said with a pounding heart.

"You didn't tell me this would happen before we came."

I didn't expect it to turn out like this.

"What the hell is that?"

I don't know if you can call them higher-dimensional beings.

"them?"

Xu Fu emphasized the key phrase: "Don't tell me there's more than one of these things."

"Who knows? At least this is the first time I've met him."

Xu Fu took a few breaths, his face slightly flushed.

"Linda, I feel like you're hiding a lot from me."

The girl rolled her eyes: "That's too much. How could I lie to you? Only you lie to me."

"what's up?"

Xu Fu didn't believe her words and stared intently at her. "Krypton's space technology has been developing for tens of thousands of years. It's impossible that they don't know the dangers of space jumps. And you, you didn't tell me anything."

"You didn't ask either!"

Xu Fu: "..."

"Okay, okay."

The girl stood up and whispered something. Xu Fu grinned, held up four fingers, and said, "Do you know?"

One box isn't enough, I want four boxes!

"Four boxes means four boxes"

There are quite a few energy crystals in the Lonely Fortress, so giving him four boxes is nothing, especially since these energy crystals belong to Karl's cousin, not her.

Her share had already been passed on to Journey, which is where Linda Danvers left.

The woman who filed for divorce was being completely unreasonable.

Chapter 998 That Person is Back

FBI Metropolitan Office

In the small room, sunlight streamed in through the window, leaving several transparent spots of light on the black floor. Light and darkness intertwined, painting the entire room gray.

Heavy footsteps sounded outside.

The door opened, and a middle-aged man with a full beard walked in. He was 1.8 meters tall, wearing a well-tailored suit, with a gold pen clipped to his breast pocket. Beneath his impeccably dressed clothes lay a fierce face.

I am Elijah Phil, a retired sergeant and senior FBI agent in charge of interrogation.

After Ilya entered the room, he habitually turned off the camera and approached the prisoner: his mouth was open, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and his menacing eyes were searching every part of the prisoner's body.

"We meet again, Charlie. Did you miss me?"

Charlie raised his head, revealing a face covered in bluish-black smears, spat out a mouthful of blood, and burst into laughter.

"You know what, you fatso, I just had a dream. I dreamt I slept with your wife." "I have to say, sleeping with your wife was fucking awesome."

Bang

A sharp pain shot through his stomach, and Charlie winced and cried out.

"You fat bastard, is that all you've got? No wonder your wife's hanging out with a homeless man, you useless piece of trash!"

Bang

He was punched in the stomach again, and could only groan in pain.

At this moment, a young female agent walked in and frowned slightly upon seeing the scene in the room.

"Phil, we're from the FBI."

Ilya said casually, adjusting his clothes.

“Of course, I know the FBI can’t mistreat prisoners,” “so I turned off the cameras.”

The female agent shook her head helplessly, disagreeing with his approach, but she didn't intend to say anything. Then she approached her superior and solemnly instructed him: "Just focus on your own work and don't interfere with anything else."

She didn't want to do this, but she had no choice. This was her first case since joining the FBI, and she had to do it well.

The cameras in the room were turned back on, and the female agent sat down and began the interrogation.

"Mr. Will, do you have anything else to explain regarding the drugs you transported?"

Charlie replied coldly, "I want to see a lawyer."

The female detective closed the folder and said with a serious expression.

“You’ve seen the lawyer, you know exactly what the outcome will be. To be frank, with solid evidence, you can’t try to exonerate yourself through a lawyer, after all, it’s 35 pounds of heroin.”

"Your only chance is to cooperate with us and disclose the source of the drugs. We will reduce your sentence based on the value of the information."

When the female agent spoke, her eyes were fixed straight ahead without any hesitation, as if she were genuinely contemplating the prisoner's situation.

Charlie grinned and looked her up and down, intending to tease this clueless newcomer, when suddenly a familiar voice burst forth from the depths of his heart, "I am Charlie."

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before. What's your name?"

The female agent in the black dress paused for a few seconds, then said, "Clarice Starling is from Seaside Town and attended Brick High School."

“It’s you”

Charlie suddenly realized: "I was asking you why I looked familiar. Turns out you're a debater from Brick High School."

Charlie looked around, and his aura began to build.

"Since you live in the northern part of the coastal city, you must have heard of [Young Master Xiao's Rules]."

These five words seemed to possess a terrifying magic. The female agent frowned deeply, a hint of undisguised seriousness flashing in her pale blue eyes. In the northern part of the coastal city, everyone knew Young Master Xiao. Although many didn't know his real name, they were all familiar with the rules he set, because anyone who didn't follow them would disappear.

Ilya slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily.

“This is a metropolis, not a seaside town. Your so-called rules are useless here. Your young man has been missing for over a month. Even if you find him, he will only be a corpse.”

"You expect a corpse to help you?"

He stood up, walked over to Charlie, placed his right hand on Charlie's shoulder, and with a "snap," his fingertips dug deep into the bone.

"Tell me where Melissa is?"

A deep voice echoed in his ears, followed by a sharp pain. "Damn fat pig, he really knows how to use dirty tricks!" Charlie gritted his teeth, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his cheeks twitched.

Clarissa stared intently.

"Mr. Phil, we are at the interrogation site."

Ilya gave the female agent a cold look, released his grip, and returned to his seat.