American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

night.

Shady.

A port in New York Harbor.

Black figures swayed vaguely in the darkness.

"Listen, you'd better come up with something good enough!" A rough voice sounded in the silent dark space. The speaker was a tall black man with dreadlocks. His muscles covered his skin.

It was bulging, as if it would be stretched open by muscles with just a little exertion. On his waist and hands, he was conspicuously playing with deadly weapons.

"As long as you have enough money." A thin man in a black suit stood calmly opposite the big black man.

The big black man waved his hand and motioned to the younger brother behind him to lift out the two large boxes, put them on the ground, enter the password, and opened them, revealing the neat banknotes placed inside. "Cash, two million per box."

The thin man in a black suit knelt down to examine it carefully and nodded. He took out a silver pocket suitcase from the clothes on his back. He opened it in front of the black man, revealing two blood-like injections inside.

"Is this the good thing you said?" The big black man looked at the two injections. He only knew how to fight and kill. It was difficult for his brain, which was only about violence, to think clearly, why these two inconspicuous injections were used.

Injections can actually be sold for two million US dollars per injection! In his opinion, with this kind of money, it is better to buy more arms, recruit more subordinates, and grab more territory. Those are the benefits that can be seen with the eyes.

.

But this is a task given to him by his boss. Even if he doesn't understand it, he can only obey it honestly. Otherwise, although he is good at fighting, he will be punished if he angers the boss behind him.

"Yes, this is the latest biotechnology from a laboratory. These two injections can be life-saving when you are dying." The thin man in a black suit closed the two lockboxes containing banknotes and laboriously lifted one in each hand.

He stood up and said, "Then we'll see you again. I hope there will be another transaction."

Bang!

A gunshot suddenly rang out in the quiet port, and the surrounding quiet darkness suddenly seemed to turn into a dangerous beast, frantically warning everyone present.

"Did you bring anyone else with you?" The big black man subconsciously hid his body behind a container, angrily picked up the man in the black suit with one hand, and growled face to face.

"No, I only informed you. Trust me!" The man in the black suit was lifted up in the air, struggling to breathe.

"You'd better pray that this is the case, otherwise you will know the consequences." The black man threatened him fiercely, letting go of him in mid-air and throwing him to the ground.

Soon, intensive gunshots and flames erupted from the port.

This scene at night will happen in almost every dark area in the coming period. In these areas, the existence of order is weak, and these are areas where some gangs and people from the dark world are stationed and inhabited.

…

"Sir, about ten people took that injection when they were on the verge of death." Hawkeye Clint Barton reported to his parents while placing a pocket memory with a special interface on Nick Fury's desk.

He pressed his fingers on it and pushed it over: "This is the recorded image."

"Very good, Agent Patton. Next, take someone to keep an eye on those ten people. Each of them changes every day, what they eat, who they meet, what they do, everything is detailed, even if he has more people today than yesterday.

Even if you eat a bowl of rice, I have to know, do you understand?" Nick stretched his upper body forward, took the storage disk that Clint pushed over with his right hand, looked at Clint with one eye and asked.

"Understood, sir." Clint nodded.

"Seize this mission. The subsidy is at least very generous." Nick blinked. He took away ten self-healing injections, one longevity injection, and ten self-healing injections from Luke.

Twenty million U.S. dollars came in. Although it’s not much, it’s a good start, isn’t it? The big head is behind.

However, Nick was already prepared for the unexpected failure of this experiment and helped wash the floor and wipe the butt. Clint was the first line of insurance, being the monitor, recorder, and cleaner.

Watching Clint leave, Nick inserted the storage disk with a special interface into the matching instrument interface, opened the video inside and played it.

The picture was a little dark, and the night vision picture looked a little monotonous. Nick kept fast-forwarding the picture. He had no intention of watching these gang transactions, fire fights and other messy things. He just wanted to see what he wanted to see. As the picture continued to speed up,

After entering, the first picture he wanted to see appeared. A big black man covered in blood with two gunshot wounds struggled to insert a tube of bright red injection into himself, and pushed the bright red medicine into himself.

's body.

Under Nick's serious gaze, the black man who was still dying suddenly twitched and twisted twice, and his whole body was half-hunched over. The wounds on his body had scabbed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then fell off, revealing new skin under the bloody scabs.

.What’s even more rare is that new strength emerged from the opponent’s body, supporting the opponent to leave quickly.

…

Hyperion.

Luke flipped through the test data and videos that Nick had passed back these days. There were even several comparative hospital physical monitoring records among them, which were retrieved by Nick's powerful agents.

"When placed on the human body, it shows a certain desire for war. It will be excited when seeing blood, but there is no bloodthirsty impulse. It can be controlled."

"After the injection is completed, the user will enter a state of crazy hunger and need a large amount of supplementary food to make up for the previous consumption of the body."

"This self-healing characteristic will be maintained for a certain period of time after use, but the effect will become weaker and weaker as time goes by, and eventually return to normal. During the duration of the effect, the physical fitness of the injected person will increase to a certain extent.

, will be more sensitive, powerful, and more numb to pain."

"There is a case of an injector who showed a certain characteristic of blood fanaticism. After seeing blood, he would be unable to control himself and become highly aggressive. But if the person has a strong will, he can control himself, and those with weak control will also vent their anger on both sides.

It returned to normal after three minutes. The remaining nine subjects did not have this blood frenzy characteristic."

"Note: After investigation, the only case of a blood fanatic is a blood lover in real life, and he has a certain immersive pursuit of blood caused by violence. The abnormality may be related to this psychology."

"The longevity medicine is still selecting test subjects."

Luke closed the document with satisfaction. Although Nick Fury was a little more evil-hearted, he was still very satisfactory as a collaborator most of the time.