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

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Frode tensed up, his face changing color rapidly—from white to red, from red to green, from green to purple—undergoing more than a dozen transformations in just a few seconds. After a long while, he let out a long breath, accompanied by a hissing sound and a...

"I will come back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left with his assistant without looking back.

Soon, a curious Carol walked into the living room.

What are you two talking about?

We didn't say anything.

Xu Fu shook his head with a sigh: "That's just a clueless idiot...dick."

...

Freud was not stupid; his IQ exceeded 103, which is the upper limit of the average level. He was smarter than most people in the world. It was just that due to his experiences, his emotional intelligence was lower than that of ordinary people.

Floyd's anger at Xu Fu's "invitation" to go out was not directed at the "young masters," but at Amanda and Vice President Dick Cheney.

They were both in the know, aware of the content, demands, and conditions of the negotiations, but one chose to conceal it, and the other chose to ignore it. Neither of them told him the truth, and it was because of their actions that Floyd suffered such intense humiliation.

"Amanda!"

Floyd gritted his teeth and uttered the name. The first thing he did upon returning to the base was to send out a request to find her, only to find that the phone was unreachable, no one was home, and she had vanished.

Also disappearing was the most important basic database of the Sky Eye Association and its three combat teams.

"asshole!"

Freud slammed his foot against the wall, only then realizing how powerless he was against the Sky Eye Society when he was being watched, monitored, and followed by his own people.

"Damn it! They're all bastards!"

"How dare they treat me like this when I'm a White House-appointed executive officer?"

Freud roared viciously, like an enraged horse-faced monkey.

Chapter 1072 One Hundred Dollars!

Amanda is not a good person; you could even call her a festering, ticklish wretch.

She is absolutely committed to humanity and hates all non-human beings, especially aliens, mutants, superhumans, robots, and so on.

She is a person who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, has an independent way of thinking, and is rigidly and stubbornly sticks to her own ideas, never touching anything beyond her ultimate goal.

It was precisely because of these qualities that Dick Cheney was chosen as the head of the Sky Eye Association, and she rewarded him handsomely, transforming a small organization of only three people into a privileged institution spanning the east and west coasts of the United States. In just a few years, it can be said that every brick and tile of the Sky Eye Association absorbed Amanda's hard work, as did her children.

How could a mother possibly agree to have her child taken away from her?

...

An unusual guest arrived at Xiao Manor. He was leaning on a cane with a brace on his head, looking like someone recovering from a serious illness, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Annabelle disliked the strange woman who had suddenly appeared, and she screamed angrily.

Xu Fu waved her away, coldly saying, "My home doesn't welcome your dog."

"It's okay if the dog isn't popular, but the owner is."

640 Amanda put down her cane and muttered to herself.

"Xu Fu-Xiao, I need to talk to you."

Xu Fu took out two sausages and threw them into the dog's bowl. An An immediately opened its blood-red mouth and bit into them, drawing blood. Xu Fu kicked it, and An An whimpered twice, reluctantly spitting out the piece of meat. Bibi hurriedly took a bite and swallowed it, swallowing it in two or three bites, while looking pitifully at its owner.

Xu Fu kicked him, poured the sausage into the dog's bowl, and let them wrestle.

Mr. Xiao really likes dogs.

They like me more than I like them.

Xu Fu washed his hands and then took a walk with Amanda in the backyard.

“Three hours ago, a guy named Floyd came to me, wanting to talk to me for the same reason as you. I’m curious if you two are talking about the same thing?”

"no the same"

Xu Fu smiled and said, "Has anything changed?"

Amanda said dismissively, "He's a dog, like your Annabelle, who only obeys his master's orders. But I'm different. I'm a person, the master of the Sky Eye Association."

“But Freud told me that the head of the Sky Eye Association was Freud Russell, and you were his predecessor.” He paused, then added, “Or rather, an outcast.”

(bbfh) "An abandoned child, a useless abandoned child." "Why would I risk offending the Vice President to talk to an abandoned child?"

“Give me a reason, Ms. Waller, or I will have to ask you to leave.”

Xu Fu made his point very clear; he made no secret of giving Amanda a chance, and whether she succeeded was up to her.

The two walked to a bench in the backyard.

Amanda's wound hadn't fully healed, and she had difficulty walking. She slowly sat up, pen in hand, and remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking.

"The power of the Sky Eye Society is in my hands."

I'm not surprised at all.

Xu Fu shrugged: How could that idiot Freud compare to Amanda...?

"I'm curious, what are your plans to do next to regain Dick Cheney's support? Or are you going to find other supporters and challenge him?"

"I will no longer seek supporters. It's better to rely on myself than on others. I want to fundamentally change the Sky Eye Society."

Amanda said slowly and deliberately, “Aliens, vigilantes, and super-powered criminals have become problems that the country has to face. The White House has no good solutions, the police have no solutions, the FBI has no solutions, and even the military has no solutions. Their resources are too limited to cope with them. The mummified corpse case is a good example.”

The White House needs a special department capable of handling paranormal matters, and the Sky Eye Association is the best choice. I want it to be as powerful as the CIA, FBI, police, and Department of Justice, independent of anyone, with independent operational and decision-making authority, subordinate to the government, but not part of the government.

"This is a real SkyEye community."

He spoke with great enthusiasm, but Xu Fu shook his head.

“Good idea, but unfortunately it’s not going to happen. Your master, Dick Cheney, and the other military veterans will never let the dog they raised sit in the same seat as them. You won’t get past them.”

Amanda grinned. "If they don't agree, then let the people who do agree sit."

Xu Fu was taken aback and gave her a deep look.

"Thinking like that is dangerous, like a gambler who has lost all his money."

Amanda answered firmly, "What if I can win?"

Xu Fu said helplessly, "It's foolish to bet on the future; that alone doesn't convince me."

Amanda took a stack of crumpled documents from her hand and placed them on the table.

Reply to me after you've read this.

Xu Fu took the document and flipped through it suspiciously. When he was halfway through, the smile on his face disappeared and he became extremely serious.

"Amanda, you're insane!"

These documents document the dark side of Dick Cheney and some high-ranking military officials, including corruption, bribery, sex scandals, shady arms deals, and so on.

Every leak causes a major shock.

"This is insane! You're even crazier than I imagined!"

"They forced me to do it; I didn't want to."

Amanda took a deep breath and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Xu Fu frowned silently, and after a while, he held up two fingers and said...

"A 20% chance of winning"

"If you help me, my chances of winning are over fifty percent."

Xu Fu put the newspaper aside and slowly shook his head.

"I won't bet on gamblers; it's foolish and unnecessary."

“You’re right, it’s stupid to do that. If I were you, I wouldn’t do it, but…” Amanda suddenly laughed, tapping her fingers twice on the paper.

"If a billionaire is faced with a high-risk, high-return investment product where investing one dollar can yield a return of one thousand dollars, please tell me if he or she would be willing to invest one hundred dollars to give it a try."

Xu Fu leaned back in his chair and said expressionlessly.

"From an investment perspective, of course there's no problem. But from a politician's perspective, the problem becomes much bigger. It's easy to get on board but hard to get off. I'm very clear about that."

Amanda gritted her teeth, feeling inexplicably agitated. She had already gone this far, but the person she was talking to was still relentless. This guy was too difficult to deal with.

"Tell me your conditions, what do you want to do with an investment of $100?"

"It's difficult in some ways, and easy in others."

Xu Fu straightened his back and said meaningfully, "You are a great entrepreneur, strong, cunning, smart and cautious. Investing in you is the right thing to do, but investors' money doesn't just fall from the sky. You can't get it just by talking. You need guarantees."

Amanda smiled helplessly.

"Xu Fu-Xiao, I finally understand why you were able to become the head of a gang in Haibin City at the age of 12. Someone like you is not suitable to be an opponent."

After saying that, he took out a bio-adhesive pen and wrote down a name, address and phone number on a piece of paper.

"These people are my destination and my promise to you."

Xu Fu picked up the newspaper, looked at it, and smiled.