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

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Brad gritted his teeth, wishing he could devour their flesh and drink their blood. "These Asians have recently been doing something crazy, expanding their territory like crazy and breaking the original power structure. Rumor has it that the new gang leader, Wang Hu, who was transferred from Haibin City, used extremely cruel methods to strangle the Irish gang leader with his own hands, and poured his blood into the bellies of the Irish gang members. These crazy lunatics are almost driven mad."

"Is there such a thing?"

Luther pouted, his fingers tapping rapidly on the table: "What's the connection between Huntsman and the controversy surrounding Xu Fu-Xiao?"

"I'm not entirely clear on this matter, but there are many rumors that Wang Hu and George Bernard Shaw had an unusual relationship and a lifelong friendship."

"Of course!"

Luther grinned: "I knew this kid wasn't a good soldier. He's only been here a few months and he already wants to rule the Metropolis. He's seriously underestimating this city."

"Brad, are you sure Kagome is in the hands of the Huntsmen?"

Brad nodded seriously: "My men saw it with their own eyes, there's no way it could be wrong."

"Yes!"

Luther roared, "Take Kaname away from me by any means necessary. If you fail, take her out and tell everyone that Kaname died at the hands of the Red Gate, understand?"

Brad nodded and asked again.

“Mr. Luther, I don’t understand why this particular Mexican girl? I’ve studied her; she has no secrets. She’s just an ordinary person.”

"Don't ask questions, just do as I say."

"Okay, I'll go prepare it right away."

Brad turned to leave, but a few minutes later the door to the house was pushed open again, and a dark-eyed Evio Ivo walked in, carrying several bottles of culture medium and purple chunks of flesh.

"Luther, guess what I found?"

"That's it! That's it!"

"That's too strong!"

Avio picked up the bottle, dancing with joy: "This is what I've always dreamed of! I've found the secret to immortality!"

Luther said expressionlessly, "If you dare introduce him, I will kill you without hesitation."

Wu Aiwei's face froze, as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water. His good mood vanished instantly. He walked huffing and puffing to his desk, took out a list of materials, and slammed it on the table.

"This is what I want, get ready quickly."

Luther took the list in his hand and flipped through it from top to bottom. His face darkened at a visible speed, and green shoots sprouted from his large, shiny bald head.

"$20 billion!"

"Damn old man, why don't you just rob me? Do you think I own a gold mine?!"

"Don't talk if you don't have money."

"Get out!"

The last word, "roll," caused the glass to shatter.

Ivio pulled out his earphones: "If you give me money, I'll tell you two good news."

Luther said in a low voice, resisting the urge to hit him hard.

"Information First"

The old man held up his finger and said proudly, "I have developed a drug that can stop parasites from being active. When I inject this drug, the parasite's cells will go into hibernation and will not show any aggression."

"Secondly, I cracked the parasite's bio-electro-wave code and used it to create a locator. As long as I have flesh and blood, I can detect Joshua Quill at any time. Of course... he can also detect us."

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"The old man spread his hands and said with an innocent look on his face."

"These two inventions are worth two billion!"

Luther's cheek twitched angrily: "Your ridiculous invention costs 20 billion? Do you think American money is like toilet paper, something you can have as much as you want?"

So, are you going to give it to me or not?

"and many more!"

Luther looked at him in despair, put the phone aside, dialed the capital government and the Ministry of Defense, and after some discussion, he turned back to him and said...

“I can meet the requirements on the list, but you must help me catch Joshua and not let him escape.”

Don't worry, I'll handle it.

Evio patted his chest confidently, his eyes lighting up, and asked, "What kind of deal did you make? You must have reaped quite a reward!"

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"This is my business, it's none of your concern!"

"Those idiots in the White House are still so stupid!"

A gloating expression appeared on the old man's face: "Cooperating with you is worse than sacrificing a demon. At least the demon knows to fatten up the enemy before killing them."

Luther narrowed his eyes: "Have you said enough?"

"Alright, alright, that's enough. The materials on the list are being prepared as quickly as possible. I have something urgent to attend to."

Luther raised his hand and pointed to the door.

"Get out!"

...

As Ivio said, the White House was indeed in turmoil at this time: first the Scarlet Christmas, then Glenka, and the Sky Eye was attacked, but it was not announced to the public. After several upheavals, at least 1,500 people died at the hands of the parasitic demon.

What's even more terrifying is that the massacre hasn't stopped; on the contrary, it may continue, and no one knows where the next massacre will take place.

There is immense pressure from all sectors of society on the capital government and the White House, urging them to find the killer as soon as possible.

Opinions about the killer are varied online, with some residents even considering leaving the metropolis and settling elsewhere.

Things are taking a turn for the worse.

On the third floor of the Ministry of National Defense, there is a cell specifically used for interrogating serious criminals.

Sam Lane, with his hands bound, sat in a prison chair, with his former comrade-in-arms Dick Bell standing in front of him.

Sam Lane removed the handcuffs from his hands and said sarcastically.

"I never imagined I would wear clothes like this."

Dick Bell sighed cautiously. "I never imagined I'd be here speaking to you as an interrogator!"

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"Alright, Sam, let's begin!"

Dick Bell took out the interrogation folder and then tossed it aside.

"Tell me if you have anything to say and I'll pass it on for you."

Sam Lane gritted his teeth and roared, enunciating each word clearly, "I've already told you, I've only met him once, I have nothing to do with him, and I would never help him hurt anyone. You should know I would never do that."

Dick Bell nodded.

"Of course I know who you are. The problem is the White House doesn't trust the Senate, doesn't trust your subordinates, and doesn't trust you either."

At this point, he took a deep breath, his face filled with helplessness, and said...

"The Sky Eye meteorite convoy was attacked by a parasitic monster. All 38 agents traveling with the convoy were killed, and only you and three guards survived. Your explanation for this was that you met the parasitic monster on a cold Christmas night. He was a deliveryman, and you gave him a cotton coat called '703' and a pair of cotton pants for winter for free. Then this monster with blood on his hands let me go."

Dick Bell shook his head regretfully and said

"Do you think the people in the White House and the Senate will believe this explanation? Not to mention them, even you, would you believe it?"

SamLane: "..."

"I didn't lie, I told the truth. That damn bastard, who knows why he let me go?"

"Alright, you don't need to repeat yourself, it's useless."

Dick Bell sighed: "I also want to tell you something else. Another shocking incident happened last night in Glencal, a small town in the south of the metropolis. A massacre took place, and more than 1,300 residents were killed without exception."

Sam Ryan's eyes were wide open.

"really?"

Dick Bell nodded.

"Multiple clues suggest that the killer and the monster that caused the bloody Christmas and massacred the caravans are the same person parasitizing a demon. The panic caused by both of them occurring at the same time during the Christmas season is simply unimaginable."

"The Department of Defense and the White House are under tremendous pressure. Some members of Congress are even using you as a target to attack the President. In short, you should be prepared that if another massacre occurs, the next place we meet may be a military court."

After saying this, Dick Bell left the interrogation room, giving Sam Lane no chance to defend himself.

"Damn it!"

Sam Lane kicked the table, furious and angry. At that moment, he truly regretted it. He should have rushed out and fought the monster. Even if he died, it would have been better than being treated as a suspect.

...

Due to the sheer size of the case, the White House quickly established a special task force.

Opinions varied regarding the selection of the team leader: some suggested Carmo, the vice president of the Sky Eye Association, others suggested Amanda, who was taking a break at home, and still others suggested that the FBI should be in charge.

Ultimately, President Joel Nash chose Scott Ruby, who had just taken over as FBI Director.