The Super God Journey of American Comics

Budapest, twelve o'clock in the evening. Saying goodbye to the daughter of a Hungarian government official she had just met, Greer walked out of a high-end bar. The cold wind in Eastern Europe in November was already biting. Holding his coat tightly, he quickly got into Jason's car and drove towards the hotel in the city center.

Greer, who had not relaxed for a long time, played a little late. Looking at the dim street lights on the side of the road, she felt a little sleepy. In a daze, she heard the roar of the engine coming from the front, and then the huge braking inertia caused Greer to hit the back of the front seat of the car. Fortunately, the seat belt worked and did not break Greer's neck bones.

"FXXX!" Jason cursed and got out of the car to check the situation. What kind of person who has suffered a thousand cuts would stay up most of the night and race here. Jason, who had just opened the car door and got out of the car, suddenly stood still and his nose twitched twice. Years of mercenary career and a keen sense of smell made him feel something unusual, and there was a faint smell of blood and gunpowder smoke coming from the tip of his nose. After looking around, there was nothing dangerous. Relax a little and start looking at the damage to the car.

The drivers of both vehicles hit the brakes. So the damage to the car was not serious. Looking into the opposite car, the driver was a very beautiful, cold-haired black-haired beauty wearing a tight-fitting black leather jacket. Her shoulder seemed to be injured and she was falling into a coma. In the passenger seat was a thirty-year-old white man with long hair and somewhat handsome features. He was dazedly shaking the beautiful woman in the passenger seat with his hands.

"Jason! Was there a car accident? Is anyone injured?" Greer got out of the car with some shaking. She just scratched her forehead, nothing serious. Jason thought it was just a normal car accident, so he didn't stop his protector from getting out of the car.

"Miss Abala! It's just a normal car accident. I can handle it. You'd better stay in the car!" Jason said to Greer as he approached the other party's car.

"It's okay! I can help! Do you want to call an ambulance?" Greer ignored Jason's stop and came to the other person's car and said.

"Someone is injured!" The man in the co-pilot became somewhat sober. He opened the car door and said to the two of them.

They had just experienced a chase. The two men opened fire without meeting, proving that they were not enemies. The beautiful woman in the car needed medical treatment. The man grabbed Jason's arm and asked anxiously: "Do you have a first-aid kit? I am a doctor and I need a first-aid kit!"

"Yes! Yes! We have a first aid kit in the car! I'll get it!" Luxury cars provided by five-star hotels usually have first aid kits. Greer turned around and ran back to her car. After groping for a while, she pulled out a first aid kit, ran to the man, and handed the first aid kit to him.

"Thank you!" The man glanced at Greer and said gratefully. "Huh? You're injured too! Do you need me to take care of it later?" After the man said this, he reached out to touch Greer's wound. This is his professional habit as a doctor.

"No, thank you!" Greer blocked the man's hand, took a step back, and said anxiously: "You'd better check on your friends first!"

At this moment, the wound on Greer's head suddenly healed quickly. If it weren't for the blood on her forehead, it would have been impossible to notice that she had been injured just now.

"OMG!" The man opened his mouth wide and was shocked. He has been stimulated too much tonight! First, he was punched against the wall with one hand by a beautiful woman whom he had seen during the Central Station shooting incident a few days earlier. Then, he was chased by a group of wolf-like monsters, and was bitten on his shoulder by a bearded man while escaping. Another car accident happened while escaping with the beauty. Now I see another woman whose wounds can heal instantly.

What's wrong with this world?

Is this really the world I know?

Am I hallucinating?

When the man is going through the three soul questions in his heart! A strong force from the side grabbed his arm and pulled him over. The angry voice of another tall, strong black man with a bald head came: "Boy! Take care of your eyes and mouth! And! If you don't get treatment, your friend will go to see God."

Only then did the man wake up. He began to hurriedly treat the beautiful woman in the passenger seat.

"Are they okay?" Greer wiped the blood from her forehead. He asked, walking up to Jason. She already knew that she had the ability to heal quickly and even beheaded people could be fine, so she no longer cared about her minor injuries.

"It's not life-threatening! It's just that we need to call the hotel now to deal with the accident!" Jason said helplessly. The money to repair the car is not a problem, and his boss doesn't care about the small money. The main reason is that it is difficult to deal with injured people, and they may make headlines.

The vice president of Allen Technology went out to a bar in the middle of the night, got into a car accident, and sent someone to the hospital. If it were revealed, it would be a big scandal. I wonder what storyline those unscrupulous reporters would make up? Employees at high-end hotels will definitely leak the information because they can make a lot of money from the news. What a headache!

At the critical moment, Greer showed her capable side as a senior executive of a multinational company: "You ask the people left behind at the hotel to find another car. Instead of using hotel staff, your own people will drive to pick us up. Just say that a friend is drunk. . Let’s just say this car is lost! We will pay full compensation then!”

"Okay!" Jason turned around and went to the car to make a phone call.

. . .

Returned to the hotel without any incident. The white man fell asleep on the road, but the other beautiful woman woke up. Through the conversation, Jason and the others did not get any useful information. I only know that the man’s name is Michael Kirwan and the woman’s name is Serena. Others refused to be disclosed.

This is a bit difficult to handle. The other party refused to reveal the information, and Jason did not dare to let the two go. If they leak the information to reporters and no one can find them, it will be troublesome.

In the presidential suite, Greer sat on the sofa with a frown. Jason stood opposite, playing with a Krog 18 pistol.

This is a modified pistol with increased power and caliber. The bullets are also specially made and the bullets are silver-plated. This modified pistol is not very easy to use because it increases the recoil and is not suitable for ordinary people, especially women. But this gun happened to be obtained from that Serena. This means that Serena is not an ordinary person, and this gun is not used to deal with ordinary creatures. To shoot ordinary people, you don't need such a large-caliber pistol, and the bullets don't need to be silver-plated.

Jason put the pistol in front of Greer and said: "It seems that we are involved in a trouble! Recently, gun smoke and the smell of blood have filled every corner of Budapest. This city is falling into a war, not a war for ordinary people. ." Jason's eyes were full of worry, which was not what he wanted to see. This was very detrimental to his employer.

Greer glanced at Jason in surprise. She didn't understand why they were involved in a war just because of an ordinary car accident. She grew up in a good family and went to school, graduate, and work smoothly. The war was far away from her. The only time she saw blood was not long ago at the test site, but after all, it was just an exercise and had nothing to do with war.

"War! War between who and who!~"

"I don't know! I can only guess that one of them is a vampire!" Jason touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "That woman, she should be a vampire. When she speaks, she occasionally shows the fangs in her mouth, although she Well concealed! You know, our eyes are a little special!" Jason pointed at his eyes and said.

Greer knew he was referring to the transplanted supergene. Then he asked doubtfully: "Vampire, the legendary one?"

"Yes!" Jason recalled for a while and continued: "They are a little different from the ones I saw last time. The difference in combat power is not big, but the recovery speed is far different."

Jason clearly remembered the last time he fought a vampire, his resilience was not inferior to that of Wolverine. This time, what he encountered was a vampire who was bleeding and fainting after being struck by a sword. This unscientific!. . . No! This is not magic!

Jason was confused. Are there several types of vampires?

"Then can't we just send them away?" Greer said naively.

"No! We don't know yet how deeply we are involved in this war. We can't just let them go!" Jason shook his head. It's better to be careful about such uncertain things.

"I'd better contact the boss! He should have some good suggestions." Jason patted the armrest of the sofa and stood up. They couldn't ask anything here. There were three gods around the boss, so there was almost nothing to be afraid of. The boss would decide what was best.

. . .

"Jason! What's the matter? I'm busy!" When Allen received Jason's call, he was sweating profusely controlling powers to create Stark's optimized quantum computer.

This is not an easy job. The prototype only needs to be built, but it is more difficult to build a better one. For example, the first generation of electronic computers was composed of tens of thousands of electron tubes, and the new generation became transistors. The difficulty increased by countless orders of magnitude. Except for the same principle, everything else was completely different. I wonder how Stark came up with such a genius idea. Children of the plane are treated differently! Allen is a little jealous of him!

"BOSS! You'd better come to Budapest. Something happened here! We encountered a vampire!" Jason's worried voice came from the phone.

"...?" Allen was a little confused. Wasn't that thing almost wiped out last time?