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

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Luther ignored the sweat on his forehead, his eyes wide, scrutinizing every detail.

Time passed by, minute by minute, until the clock struck seven, and the two of them finally came to their senses.

Joshua bowed slightly.

"It's an honor to meet you, Professor Ivo."

The old man replied seriously, "I hope you will consider my proposal."

This is not good.

Joshua roared and charged out, disappearing into the night.

Luther shrieked, "What are you doing?"

Ivo said casually, recalling memories in his mind.

"We're kindred spirits; you wouldn't understand even if I explained." (703)

Luther jumped up, grabbed his collar, and pulled him in front of him: "Listen, old man, my patience has its limits. I can save you, or I can kill you, so you'd better think carefully before you answer."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly leaned back and fell headfirst onto the sofa.

"Now tell me what you're saying."

Ivo twisted his neck, hesitatingly meeting his gaze: "These are all insights from biological science, the evolutionary process of species, the origin, end, and equations of life, and other academic issues. Although this guy doesn't have much of a foundation in knowledge, he has an innate understanding of biological science. He grasps things instantly and can even push the limits. He's amazing. Of course, compared to me, he's still a bit lacking." As he spoke, Luther noticed his expression growing increasingly grim and quickly stopped.

What exactly do you want to ask?

Luther's expression was grave as he spoke slowly and deliberately: "I want to know his background, abilities, weaknesses, current state, future plans, and his views on humanity."

The old man's eyes darted around, and he shouted, "You don't want to kill him!"

"answer the questions!"

Ivo shrugged and said helplessly, "I don't know his background, abilities, or weaknesses, but I am very clear about some of his plans for the future. His next task is to find other members of his kind sealed in meteorites, devour their corpses, and allow them to evolve again."

"If you want to use this as bait, you'd better plan ahead."

Chapter 1166 The Essence of Parasitic Demons

Lex Luthor is not one to show mercy to his enemies, but Joshua Quill's series of appearances made him hesitate.

Is it a person? A beetle? Or a new species?

He was polite and refined, like a pampered aristocratic gentleman.

He had a strange appearance, immense strength, and his hands were covered in blood, like an unwashed butcher.

The fusion of two completely different personalities makes Joshua very charming at this time, making people feel close to him.

Luther was no exception; despite his wariness, he was drawn to the charisma the man exuded.

"Ivo, tell us what you think of him."

The elderly man, who was examining the data, said without looking away, "I thought you would deal with him more than the species itself; his body is of great research value."

Luther's gaze was somewhat unfocused: "He gives me a strange feeling, like he's hiding some kind of promise, cooperation? Or something else?"

The old man raised his ugly face and said with a slightly surprised tone, "It's aliens! Parasitic insects. You really want to cooperate with them?"

“He is not an insect; he is a hybrid, a highly intelligent being with a high level of life. I see him as the future of humanity.”

Luther spoke earnestly, but the old man expressed his contempt: "Damn it, it's all bullshit, you've been fooled by him."

"Joshua isn't human; he's a powerful species with a high metabolism. Physiologically speaking, metabolism is directly proportional to food intake, you know what I mean."

Luther was dumbfounded, not understanding the meaning of these words.

The old man let out a cold laugh: "During our conversation just now, I used an instrument to scan his body structure. It turns out that he has no organs, no arteries, no heart. This is a special kind of life form based on the arrangement of single cells. Do you know what that means?"

Luther tensed up, his expression turning serious: "Doesn't he have a digestive system?"

"He has no digestive system, no circulatory system, no physiological system, no nervous system; he has nothing except one indispensable thing: food."

"What do you think monsters without a digestive system would use to supplement their food?"

Luther fidgeted and pulled out his phone, while the old man beside him scoffed.

"Based on his metabolic rate, I made a prediction. My preliminary conclusion is that, given his current physical condition, if he wants to maintain normal bodily functions, he would have to consume the life force of at least 15 adult men every day. If he consumes 10 a day, that's more than 5000 a year. This is assuming he is stingy with food and never replenishes his nutrition."

"It is a monster, a predator that devours everything." "No matter what it does, it cannot change its bloodthirsty nature."

Luther had no time to pay him any attention; when the bell rang, he asked urgently.

Do you have any more meteorites over there?

Sitting in the car, Sam Lane frowned: "Why a meteorite? I mean, it's aimed at you."

"Yes"

Luther took a deep breath: "I lost, but he didn't kill me. He invited me to talk and even gave me his name."

"Joshua Allen, that was his name when he was still human. Now he is called Joshua Quella. He has learned to control his powers and has gained humanity and wisdom."

He's becoming increasingly dangerous; you need to be prepared.

Luther presented all the information without reservation, a decision he made after careful consideration: Joshua's birth threatened humanity as a group and could not be arbitrarily denied for personal gain.

Sam Lane told the driver to stop the car and carefully analyzed the meaning of his words for a while before uttering those words.

We'll contact you again when we get back.

After the conversation ended, Luther sat on the sofa in a daze: various pieces of information related to parasites flashed through his mind, finally settling into a greeting.

"I have no way of knowing how it evolved to this extent just two days after the meteorite impact, or who provided it with life."

EweOywo replied, "This is the result of my research."

The snow fell heavier and heavier, thick and fluffy, swirling in the air.

Metro East Beach is a row of oval-shaped villas situated on a headland, with the vast ocean to the east and endless lights behind, making it the best choice for city night views.

The villa's top floor, located on a glass balcony.

After dinner, Linda leaned back on the sofa, watching boring TV programs, yawning, and when she got hungry, she would pick up a piece of golden-brown fried lamb leg and put it in her mouth, which was a very nice treat.

Compared to her, Xu Fu, who was struggling with the development of "Ghost No. 2," was like a long-term laborer in the master's house.

The clock ticked, and when the minute hand passed "3", a sharp alarm sounded in the room.

Xu Fu took off his glasses and looked out the window.

Linda jumped up and stood on the balcony.

A tall figure appeared in the dark sky, accompanied by the whooshing sound of flapping wings. A hairless, purplish-brown humanoid creature emerged.

Joshua folded his wings and bowed his head in submission.

"Hello, ma'am, I would like to meet the owner of this villa."

Linda looked him up and down and asked uncertainly.

"You're the killer of the bloody Christmas?"

Joshua's face showed pain, and he lowered his head even further.

“I am very sorry for what happened to these people. This was not my intention, but it has already happened. If I can, I will try my best to make amends.”

Linda's gaze was strange; she couldn't help but glance at him again: Was this guy really an assassin? He gave off a kind of merciful vibe.

Xu Fu, wearing a headscarf, came out of the room and said directly...

"You came to me because of a meteorite!"

"Yes"

Joshua raised his head and looked directly at Xu Fu. His pale green eyes were like cold flames, piercing through the soul and straight into the heart, making people shudder.

His keen intuition told him that the boy in front of him (Zhao Hao) was very unusual.

"Are you the owner of this villa?"

"My name is Xu Fu-Xiao, you must have heard of me, Zhuang."

Joshua nodded slowly: "When I was a deliveryman, a colleague from Asia often mentioned you and idolized you."

Xu Fu raised his eyebrows slightly: "You have human memories?"

"Yes, humanity occupies the majority of my personal consciousness. The rest is the cognition and sensitivity that comes from the evolution of life, which represents a transcendent understanding of life. Now that we're home, Mr. Xiao, if it's alright, I'd like to talk to you."

Xu Fu shook his head and smiled, carefully observing him to make sure he wasn't lying.

"Getting back to the point, what you want is right downstairs in the villa. I can give it to you, provided you win over the beautiful, glamorous, sexy, fearless, kind, and generous young and invincible super beauty beside me."

"Defeat her, and the meteorite is yours. I mean what I say."

Chapter 1167 The Essence of Monsters

It was snowing. Snowflakes fell on Joshua and melted instantly. Raindrops dripped onto his skin, giving his purplish-brown skin a glossy sheen.

"I'm not here to fight. If I could, I'd be willing to trade something for the meteorite."

Joshua was completely sincere; his eyes were fixed straight ahead, and even if it wasn't out of helplessness and apology, it was like a noble gentleman apologizing.