American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 44: The people of the motherland will put themselves in the right position

The day before yesterday, Cecil sent a message to the Demon Detective. After he refused to stop investigating, the other party sternly asked him not to pursue the matter any further, and then immediately asked him to go to the Global Defense Agency to hand over the current evidence to him.

As one of the best detectives on Earth, Blackblood smelled something amiss. Combining his understanding of Cecil's character, he suspected that Cecil had found out something and wanted to cover it up for the Almighty, whom Earth could not deal with.

The Demon Detective came here and wanted to tell the truth to those who should know so that the Almighty Man's family would no longer be deceived.

He couldn't figure out why Russell knew this, but Damian Blackblood knew that his situation was very dangerous.

"Ahem... ahem, as a detective, my natural mission is to uncover the truth." His figure suddenly disintegrated and turned into a black shadow. He broke away from Russell's hand and reappeared back to where he had just appeared.

The demon detective retreated, about to disappear into the shadows.

Apparently, he relied on this elusive ability to avoid Cecil's secret search these past two days.

Noisy!
"You're so fast and you still want to escape from me? That's a bit unrealistic."

Russell's figure appeared in front of him in an instant as if teleporting. Before the Demon Detective could react, he was hit hard on the head with a heavy punch, causing his ears to buzz.

"Aunt, I'll go deal with him first."

Looking back at his aunt who looked terrified, Russell grabbed the dizzy demon detective like a dead fish and quickly left the house.

In just a few seconds, Russell arrived at Cecil's office in the Global Defense Agency, stood in mid-air, his cloak fluttering, and threw the black blood on the ground.

"I leave this demon to you, Cecil."

The bang of his head hitting the hard ground actually made Heixue sober up a little.

Cecil, who was processing documents, stood up, slightly startled, and looked at the demon detective who had been searching on the ground for a long time, and said coldly with disgust.

"Blackblood, you've crossed the line. Your stubbornness in pursuing the so-called truth has threatened the safety of Earth. I will prepare a ritual to banish you back to Hell, forever!"

"Impossible! I spent centuries erasing the ritual book designed to expel me!" Blackblood shook his head.

“It’s the 21st century, old man.

There are scraps of books left, and we have used artificial intelligence to piece those fragments together into a readable text.”

Cecil sneered, pressed the call bell, and immediately asked the staff in the bureau to prepare for the expulsion ceremony without paying any attention to the stunned Black Blood.

After dealing with the Demon Detective, Russell took a few seconds to return home and was about to explain to his aunt why he was not surprised to learn that the Omnipotent Man was the murderer.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a tall and strong figure in the living room.

Mark next to him was busy holding his phone, smiling and replying to his lover's messages.

Faced with her husband and son who came home unexpectedly, Aunt Debbie was at a loss and looked a little nervous.

"Nolan?"

"Did we have guests at home just now?" Putting down the box of English pastries he was carrying, the Almighty Man's nose twitched slightly and his eyes swept across the house, as if casually asking his wife.

"No."

Debbie tried to keep her voice calm.

It just sounded like not only the best demon detective on the planet, but also Cecil believed that her husband Nolan was the murderer of the Global Guard.

Coupled with her husband's various abnormal behaviors, she felt cold all over and dared not think about it anymore...

"Is it?
Come and try some of those scones Mark and I bought on the way back, Russell."

The Almighty Man kissed the side of his wife's cheek, seemingly unaware of her slightly stiff body. He asked his nephew who had just returned to try the pastries he had just bought from England, as if he believed the story.

"Cousin, the dim sum in this shop is very authentic."

After a day of training, Mark felt that he had become significantly stronger. He then thought about how he had successfully comforted the sad and angry Eve yesterday, embraced her in his arms, and established a relationship with her.

Everything was so beautiful. He was cheerful and happy, replying to messages from his first love, Eve, eating cakes, and casually greeting his cousin.

Mark didn't know that there were already undercurrents in this family.

After finishing two pieces of cake and heading upstairs, Russell sniffed and detected a faint odor of sulfur. With his uncle, the Almighty Man, at home, he had trouble finding a chance to explain to his aunt how he'd learned this from Cecil.

"I can only wait until tomorrow to find another opportunity."

Russell estimated that his uncle, Almighty Man, was very close when he took action.

If he finds out that even his wife, the person he trusts the most, has begun to doubt him, then it will be meaningless for him to hide his true face.

Omniman doesn't care what anyone on the planet thinks of him, except for his three family members.

He hesitated and didn't take action because he was afraid of scaring and hurting his family members.

……

Black robe world.

"Sir, this is what you asked for.

Because the conditions required to generate the temporary compound No. 5 in the laboratory are extremely harsh and the cost is too high, we only have a few tubes of samples now."

On the top floor of the Water Building, in the president's office, Edgar respectfully handed over a tube of green potion and said.

"Our researchers are already working intensively to investigate how to stimulate the reaction in other ways."

Russell played with the potion, feeling the molecular makeup of the tube of temporary compound No. 5 in his hand.

After a while he put down the tube of Compound No. 5.

With a wave of his hand, an incredible scene happened. Under the deep blue light, rows of temporary No. 5 compounds appeared out of thin air on the table.

"Sir, this is...?"

Edgar blinked in surprise.

The ability to create things out of thin air, like a god, was completely beyond his understanding.

Although his mind was controlled by Russell, it did not mean that he had lost his emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and surprise.

"Have the lab continue researching the side-effect-free version of Temporary Compound No. 5. Meanwhile, screen death row inmates across the United States for members of the Temporary Superhuman Team who possess powerful abilities after taking the drug."

Russell ordered without explanation.

He can now use his matter manipulation ability to easily create large quantities of Temporary Compound No. 5, but that doesn't mean that Walter's experimental project on Temporary Compound No. 5 is meaningless.

He is really looking forward to having an army of top superhumans under his complete control!
With Russell's current ability, it is a bit difficult to control powerful superhumans and modify their memories, but when the temporary superhuman team did not take the temporary compound No. 5, they were just ordinary people.

He could do anything he wanted to their minds, turning them into a blank sheet of paper for him to paint on.

"It's a pity..."

Russell's move just now undoubtedly surprised Edgar, but it did not provide any conquest points.

[Conquest points: When a person naturally expresses genuine love, admiration, awe, and other emotions that appear when their heart is conquered to a certain extent, the points increase.]

"Brainwashing has made people unnatural and unable to provide any points of conquest..."

"With these finished products, laboratory experiments will be greatly accelerated."

Looking at the potions, Edgar's face showed joy and he couldn't wait to speak.

Whether they used to serve the Water family or now regard Russell as their master.

As the president, he really doesn't like to see a product under the company have its own ideas, try to get out of control, and damage the company's interests.

“Sir, wait until I have assembled a temporary parahuman team for you.

He will realize that the company can elevate him to the pinnacle of fame and adoration, or it can send him plummeting into hell and causing him to lose everything—including his life!

I believe that the people of our motherland will put themselves in the right position and prostrate themselves at your feet."

(End of this chapter)