American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"Yes, yes, I have the situation under control." Agent Coulson stood at a distance with a communicator, reporting to Director Nick Fury on the other end.

"..."

"That Black Bolt? It's clear that those people either trust him or fear him. Communication with him can only be done through his wife, Medusa. Only she can understand Black Bolt's gestures." Coulson glanced back at the taciturn man in the distance. "I think he should learn sign language for the deaf and mute."

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"As for the other group? They seem a bit too emotional. Seeing Crystal appear, they believe we've reached some sort of cooperation agreement with Black Bolt and are in league with them. We had to take physically coercive measures to calm them down."

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"Black Bolt's subordinates? They're quite talented, some with pretty good abilities. But I don't think they're in a good situation right now."

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"My observation? My observation is that Black Bolt is relatively mild-mannered and doesn't have much ambition. He can be recruited and won over. As for Maximus, everything we know about him comes from Crystal and the others, which may have some bias."

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"I understand." Coulson answered Nick on the other end of the communicator, turned it off, and walked straight towards Black Bolt's group.

Black Bolt saw Coulson approaching and made several gestures. Coulson turned his gaze to Medusa beside Black Bolt, and Medusa translated, "We are very grateful that you sent Crystal and helped us deal with these people. Attilan is willing to reach a friendly alliance with you, if we can regain power this time."

"If you need anything, you can contact us. We can provide you with some assistance. Of course, due to risk issues, this assistance is limited to certain equipment and technical support, and it is not free," Coulson said, shaking hands with Black Bolt.

Black Bolt made several more gestures.

"He says thank you very much," Medusa translated, speaking for Black Bolt.

"Then I wish you all the best. We'll detain them for now," Coulson said, taking a few steps back, his eyes sweeping over Orlan and the others lying on the ground, tied up, and smiling.

Black Bolt and the others nodded. They didn't have the mind, energy, or manpower to deal with these people now, and it was impossible for them to let Coulson and the others release them so they could go back to serving Maximus. In Medusa's eyes, who was more inclined towards power, the lives of these people were temporarily irrelevant to her. On the contrary, their detention would be more beneficial to their upcoming actions.

Coulson watched as the big dog Lockjaw warped away with Black Bolt and the others, then led the S.H.I.E.L.D. Inhuman prisoners back to base.

Soon after, a powerful energy fluctuation was detected on the moon, which was being monitored by various instruments. A city appeared out of nowhere on the far side of the moon.

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Osborn Enterprise Building.

Early this morning, Norman Osborn stood in front of the door with his son, Harry Osborn.

"Be more energetic. This is a crucial period that will determine whether Osborn rises or not. You're grown now, and it's time to get involved in some of the company's affairs. When Heberon's founder, Field, was your age, he had already established his authority in the field of mechanics," Norman instructed Harry sternly and seriously.

"I know."

"You don't know! If we fail this time, we'll fall behind in this competition. Osborn can't fall behind, understand?" Norman snorted, interrupting Harry's somewhat insincere and perfunctory answer.

He was disappointed with Harry's performance. He had talent, he had ability, but he didn't use it in the right place! Fortunately, he still had a lot of time to slowly train and correct him.

Osborn Enterprise had made a huge comeback thanks to the Blood Gene Factor, and his own body had become much healthier thanks to the longevity potion. He was now as energetic as someone with a genetic disease and declining energy should not be.

Osborn Industries now had money, and he himself had gained youth and health. Norman was grateful for everything Luke had done. Although he had never thought of being able to help him, that was just how ridiculous it was. The cake and technology that Luke had released had saved him and his Osborn. From this point of view, Luke was his and Osborn's savior.

But this kind of gratitude could just be thought about in his heart. Norman, whose business attributes were higher than his researcher attributes, didn't have the pure desire to actually repay Luke in any way.

Unless there was a bigger profit in front of him!

Just like now!

While Norman was still marveling at the Blood Gene Factor cake that Luke had created and consolidating the cake he had divided, Luke had turned around and taken out an even bigger, more promising, and more exciting cake, and this time the cake was even bigger! There were also raw materials to make new cakes!

Unlike the Blood Gene Factor, this was an orthodox cake that could be eaten for decades or even centuries! The profits were so great and the prospects were so broad that even an old fox like Norman couldn't maintain his composure and rationality.

Osborn would certainly not be anyone's vassal.

But if the profit was so great that he couldn't refuse, then it wouldn't be impossible to lower his stance and recognize reality. Giants certainly had a great ability to withstand storms, but what if it was a tsunami? Refusing the offer was tantamount to refusing to go ashore. The future was bound to be eliminated.

Norman knew this, and those companies that had been invited could also recognize this. It just so happened that Heberon and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s appetites weren't that big, and of course they had to seize the opportunity to take it to the next level in the future, or at least maintain their position.

"They're here." Norman's expression suddenly changed, and he straightened his clothes and said solemnly to Harry beside him, "Follow me."

Luke and Nick got out of the car and saw Norman welcoming them with a smile on his face. They exchanged glances and saw a hint of a smile in each other's eyes.

"Welcome to Osborn Industries."

After some greetings and introductions, Norman led Luke and the others towards the Osborn Building.

"Have you made a finished product?" Nick asked Norman softly on the elevator for the four. He had taken the time to come this time because he had received the news that Norman had successfully manufactured a finished product. To this end, he had also brought in Luke, the provider of the source technology, as a consultant.

"Of course." Norman affirmed without hesitation, "Luke has already provided the corresponding manufacturing technology and equipment. If we can't skillfully use those instruments, thoroughly understand the technology, and create a finished product after such a long time, then it would be too disappointing, wouldn't it?

The reason you approached us giants for cooperation is because we have the best talent reserves, the greatest risk resistance, the greatest cash flow, and the best equipment, channels, connections, and reputation, isn't it? This is a very smart and rational choice! Luke's technology was too advanced in the early stages, and even with the help of various instruction manuals, those companies outside the giants couldn't handle it in a short period of time."

"Hopefully." Nick was noncommittal about Norman's boasting.

The four walked out of the elevator.

"This is the laboratory that has just been modified according to Heberon's standards. The materials used are all provided by Heberon according to their needs, which can provide the best protection. To actually enter, we have to wear some protective clothing. This doesn't mean it's unsafe inside, it's just for safety's sake, just in case," Norman said, wanting to take Luke and the others to change into protective clothing.

"No, no, no, there's no need. We have better ways to protect ourselves." Nick waved his hand. A ring on his hand formed an almost transparent energy suit outside his body under his drive.

"Okay, then Harry and I will go change." Osborn looked enviously at the ring on Nick's hand. Unfortunately, the manufacturing technology of the ring, not to mention whether Heberon was willing to authorize it, even if the authorization was made public, Osborn didn't have the spare capacity to participate in it in a short period of time. He had already invested all of his wealth and energy into the project at hand. This project crowded out most of Osborn's talent and loan funds.

If there was another one, even if there was technology, Osborn couldn't afford the corresponding supporting equipment. The other giants were similar to him. After obtaining an authorization according to their needs and expertise, almost half of the remaining loans were used to purchase Heberon's technical supporting equipment. Therefore, the pressure of competition among these people certainly existed, but there wasn't much direct competition.

For example, in the fields of biological genetics and industrial machinery, their competition was temporarily in the future competition for various orders.

Soon, Norman and Harry came out in a set of light white protective clothing. After disinfecting Luke and Nick, they entered the closed laboratory.

"I have to say, the properties of those materials are great. After our tests, the properties of those materials from unknown places have surpassed most of the materials we currently know. If more materials can be supplied, our results will be more than just this!" Norman stopped in front of a metal platform and spoke eloquently to Luke and Nick.

"You don't need to say that, Mr. Osborn. We know the special nature of these materials better than you. I just want to see where the technical achievements you mentioned are. As for the material quota, the survival of the fittest. If your technical achievements are indeed excellent, then you will naturally get more material quota in the next allocation." Nick interrupted Norman. He didn't want to talk about anything with an old fox like Norman. Now he was the strong side! So he naturally had the confidence to demand more, or to be impolite.

"Okay, okay, I understand your impatience." Norman didn't mind and still had a smile on his face. He said to a researcher beside him, "Prepare our products and take them out."

Norman took a few steps back and gave up the position on the metal platform. Under everyone's gaze, a researcher carefully walked out holding a metal bracer and placed it on the metal platform before breathing a sigh of relief and retreating slightly.

"Matador Bracer." Norman stood in front of the platform with great interest and introduced it to Luke and the others. At the same time as he spoke, the metal platform converted the performance of the bracer into data and displayed it in front of everyone.

"We set the limit of ordinary people's physical fitness to 10, that is, whether it is strength, physical strength, speed, or other, it is within the range of 10. But after equipping this bracer, the strength can be increased by at least twice the limit! That is, he is born with a strength of 20." Norman introduced it to Nick in easy-to-understand words.

"Is it just an increase in strength? The sudden increase in strength should be a great burden on the human body, right?" Nick wasn't the first time he had come into contact with equipment like this. Simply increasing strength without increasing other things was meaningless. This kind of Superman was more like a morbid Superman. How much strength could a morbid Superman exert? Maybe he would hurt himself first.

"Please rest assured about this. The material of the bracer ensures the safety of the wearer's body and prevents things like punching out and hitting a hard object, but fracturing because the strength is too great and the bones are too brittle. I don't know how Heberon's technology does this, maybe it's because of the properties of the material itself, but that's the fact. You don't need to worry about these equipment having any major hidden dangers," Norman shook his head.

"Please continue." Nick gestured.

"The reason why it's called the Matador Bracer is because it can provide more strength, even speed, when attacking red! It's like a bull charging at a red cloth, giving people a sense of danger," Norman said with emotion, stroking the rough lines on the Matador Bracer.

"Sounds good. I think the military will like this." Nick smiled: "Are there any more products?"

"This is an appetizer. In fact, according to Heberon's system of evaluating strength based on color, the Matador Bracer can only be said to be blue. We have better ones." Norman responded confidently.

"Then continue to introduce them. After that, there will be a testing session to go through." Nick whispered a few words to Luke. After Luke nodded, he stood up straight again and said to Norman.

A researcher walked up holding a jewelry box.

Norman took the box with a smile on his face. Under the gaze of Luke and Nick, he opened the box, revealing a necklace inside. The necklace was made of silver-white metal, and at the front was a white gem that burned like a flame.

"Ghoul Necklace." Norman carefully held the box and held it in front of Luke and the two, introducing: "The inner core is made of a soul crystal forged after a devil's death. It has been processed by Heberon's craftsmanship."