American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"How?" Looking at Snooker who took off his helmet, Luke asked with a smile.

"I remembered some bad things." Snooker's voice was a little deep.

Luke shrugged, "Although you have already signed the contract, there are some things that I think I still need to ask again."

After hearing this, Snooker raised his eyes and looked at Luke who was walking beside him.

"What did General Everard tell you?" Luke put a piece of [dark chocolate] into his hand and motioned for him to eat it: "My laboratory product has the taste of chocolate, but it can calm down the surge of memories.

the sequelae.”

Snooker did not refuse Luke's kindness. He took the [chocolate] handed over by Luke with his only intact left hand, and skillfully bit open the package with his teeth, almost like a stuffer, and took out the ten centimeters long and half the width of an adult's hand.

Dark chocolate] stuffed all into his mouth, chewing silently, while looking at his mutilated right arm, the look on his face seemed to be reminiscing.

"He just said that with you, there might be a way to get me back to normal."

"Didn't he say anything about the risks?"

"I don't care about that." Snooker swallowed the chocolate in his mouth. It may be due to psychological factors. He felt that his turbulent mind had indeed become much calmer, allowing him to think more. "For me,

, can return to normal, I don’t care about those risks. They don’t care either.”

Snooker refers to the similar people outside who have signed the same contract as him.

"You long for the battlefield?" Luke took an information document compiled by Queen Bai, glanced at it and asked.

Snooker was silent for a moment and nodded.

"Why?"

"Besides the battlefield, I don't know what else I can do?" Snooker said calmly. He had seen many retired soldiers, many of whom could not find a new way of life.

The skills they brought with them also made them become gangs or pawns of mercenary legions. For people like him who retired with injuries and no relatives, most of them could only find other jobs other than repairmen.

I drink wine every day to drown my sorrows.

"I have read some of your information. After retiring, you did not give up on yourself like many people outside. On the contrary, you are very self-disciplined." Luke said, observing Snooker who was looking at him silently, and smiled with satisfaction.

Laughing, he did not ask or test any more, but said bluntly: "If you are eager for the battlefield and fighting, then maybe we can sign a new contract."

Snooker remained silent, seeming to be waiting for Luke's next words. However, Luke had no intention of continuing. He whispered to the person next to him to take over his place and screen for him, and looked at the upright Snooker.

Nok waved and motioned for him to follow. The two passed through the crowd, crossed the room, and came to another place similar to a laboratory.

There were more and more access control and cameras along the way, and with Snooker's experience and eyesight, he didn't find any blind spots. Luke just took him to scan his face all the way, and stopped at an elevator that went directly to the third underground floor.

After getting off, the elevator door opened to both sides, and the scene that greeted his eyes, with the calmness tempered on the snooker battlefield, couldn't help but lose his mind!

A ten-meter-high mechanical creation filled his entire eye socket with a brutal and rough barbarity! Snooker could no longer see anything except it. Even though it looked like it

It was very ugly, with all kinds of mechanical parts exposed all over the body and densely packed circuits that made people's scalp numb. It looked like a semi-finished product within a semi-finished product, but this did not hinder Snooker's first impression of it at all.

"What is this? Some kind of mechanical armor?" Snoke took the initiative to ask Luke for the first time. He pointed at the behemoth in his eyes, and his eyes were full of him. He even saw

, a man with strong muscles and a temperament similar to him, who should have been a soldier. He was bare-chested, and several researchers were constantly assembling and locking some equipment on him. It seemed that one of his arms,

It's like being put on a robotic arm.

"You can think so." Luke glanced over there casually.

Mecha is a man's romance, this is a good saying.

But he has seen too much of this kind of romance in a certain world, and his heart has long been calm. What's more, in his perception, the sentence that mecha is a man's romance should be corrected.

Because, all metal creations full of mechanical beauty and violent beauty are the romance of men.

"What are they doing?" Snooker had a rare look of interest on his face.

Seeing his appearance, Luke simply turned around and led him over: "It's just an experiment, you can take a closer look."

Snooker walked to the railing of the experimental area and stopped, looking at the experiment not far away seriously. When he saw the experimenter with the robotic arm gauntlet, he clenched his fists and saw the huge figure behind him that he had always paid attention to.

When the metal creature also raised its metal arm and clenched its fist simultaneously, his eyes almost glowed with intense light.

"The synaesthesia system is paired with machinery, resulting in nearly synchronized coordination between humans and machinery. How does it feel?" Luke took the initiative to explain as if he knew what Snooker was thinking. Of course, he didn't

Explain in detail what technologies are used in this, etc., which are not necessary for snooker.

"Is this the technology that can restore me to normal?" Snooker turned to look at Luke, his eyes burning.

"Of course it's impossible." Luke directly denied Snooker's guess, and continued under his stunned eyes: "Do you know how expensive it is to make a synaesthesia system now? Ordinary limbs are still missing.

With this kind of technology, to put it bluntly, the price of ordinary smart prosthetics will already make ordinary people feel stressed."

"Of course, you are different." Under Snooker's somewhat less enthusiastic gaze, Luke reminded: "New contract."

"New contract?" Snooker chewed it in his lips. He knew that this new contract might have some more harsh or other conditions, but he didn't care. When he saw the big guy, he

I have a lot of good feelings about this place.

"It's just a long-term security contract." Luke said straightforwardly. "I need you to help me build a strong elite team. This team will only obey me. You can choose your team members. Of course, it is best to follow

For team members in the same situation as you, I can provide you with the best weapons and the most powerful equipment, and keep them updated for a long time.

What you have to do is to help me solve some secret troubles and enemies, and verify the data of the equipment you use and your experience in using it."