Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

For Lyon.

Knowing the cause and working backwards to find a solution is a very simple matter as long as the basic conditions permit.

Now that it has been figured out that Natasha was indeed under mind control, the means of control was some kind of chemical substance.

Then the remaining step of reversing the inhibitor formula becomes easy.

Lyon used his supercomputer-like brain to quickly simulate various plans, and then handed them over to Jarvis for real simulation.

It only took him twenty minutes to produce a tube of bright red reaction reagent.

"The success rate is 87 percent, right?" Leon drew a tube of medicine with a syringe.

"Yes, according to the simulation, there is a 12 percent chance that the drug will not work, and a 1 percent chance of causing a drug conflict, leading to brain death of the invader," Jarvis said.

"But this is the limit of what we can do with current medical technology." Lyon shrugged.

He looked at Natasha and said, "If conditions permit, we should even conduct a phase III randomized double-blind clinical trial. That is the formal process for drug development."

"But looking at the patient's condition, I'm afraid there won't be enough time for us to find volunteers for the experiment."

On the workbench, Natasha had regained consciousness and was desperately tearing at the ropes on her body, trying to resist.

Leon stood aside and pushed the syringe unmoved, a line of liquid gushing out of the sharp needle.

"Stop struggling. You're about to get an injection. Be careful not to break the needle."

"Besides, you tied me up once first, so I'll tie you up once too, so we're even."

"I'm sure Miss Natasha can understand that, right?"

He met Natasha's bloodshot eyes as she struggled, ignoring the fact that her mouth was sealed with tape.

"Very good, our patient agreed and chose to receive treatment."

"But please be mentally prepared." He flicked the syringe to dispel the air bubbles inside.

"I am an amateur doctor after all. Even though the drug may cause brain death, it's fine as long as it works. Why bother with so much? If something unexpected really happens, we can just say it's survivor bias."

In his previous life, Leon was actually a very frugal person with words.

It’s just that in this life, I was influenced by Tony Stark for more than ten years.

Although he is still the serious young man most of the time, at some critical moments, he sometimes becomes as talkative as Tony.

"The inhibitor has to be injected into the arm. Do you want to take off your clothes or tear off your sleeves?"

"I see. Tear off the sleeves of your combat uniform, right?"

Leon tore off Natasha's sleeves, used his strength to control the patient so that she could not move, and applied alcohol to her white upper arms.

"Very good, Natasha, now is the final step. You have one second to consider whether to give up treatment."

"One! Good time, you agreed to continue! Very good!"

"But time is tight now, so you don't need to find someone to sign for your family members. If something unexpected happens, we will directly cremate your body and transport the ashes back to the Red House."

Natasha's eyes suddenly widened and she murmured something.

"Huh? What are you talking about? No need for anesthesia? Don't worry, we don't have any anesthesia here."

"I'm starting the injection!" Leon casually gave Natasha a shot on her arm that had been coated with alcohol.

The bright red medicine was quickly injected into the "patient's" body.

"OK! It's over. You see, it doesn't hurt, right? Our treatment is incredibly short!"

"Now we need to press the injection site to prevent bruising, but it doesn't look convenient for you, so I'll do it for you for now."

Leon pulled out the empty syringe and pressed Natasha's arm with a cotton swab.

However, after putting the syringe back on the tray held by the robotic arm Xiaodai.

He stopped talking.

Instead, he looked at Natasha with a slightly serious expression.

Lyon's mental activities at this time were not as fancy as the words he spoke.

He was just thinking.

As one of the main characters in this world, it is impossible for Natasha to hit that one percent probability.

Besides, the counter-effect potion was the best he could do at the moment.

Even if we really gathered top doctors from all over the world, at most we could reduce the mortality rate of the drug by a few tenths of a percentage point, which wouldn't be much better.

When the chemical substances in Natasha's body were synthesized, the researchers probably did not think of formulating an antidote.

What they want to create is an unsolvable control potion.

Even more than the lives of those being controlled, they care more about the fact that the potion cannot be cracked.

Those chemicals are hidden in the cell fluid of Natasha's brain cells, and their removal means the death of brain cells.

It also means brain damage and the person being controlled is in danger of death.

So, the fact that Lyon created the inhibitor was a miracle in itself.

As for the one percentage point mortality rate, it is completely harmless.

"It seems that the inhibitor has taken effect."

Leon took off his gloves, rinsed them with disinfectant, then took the disinfectant cotton towel handed to him by Benben and wiped his hands clean.

He looked at Natasha, whose expression quickly calmed down, and prayed silently for her in his heart for a second.

"Jarvis, if she really hits that one percent chance of brain death, should it be considered lucky or unlucky?"

While waiting for the result, Lyon had a sudden idea.

"From a probability perspective, a 1% chance of stepping on something is considered very lucky," Jarvis answered seriously. "But from the result point of view, if you go to the lowest probability of death, it is very unfortunate."

"Your perspective is really objective."

Leon complained, "But humans don't think like you. When disaster happens to themselves, even the smallest chance becomes a 100% nightmare and an absolute misfortune."

"So this is how humans think." Jarvis wrote it down. "I will try to think this way in the future, Master Lyon."

"That's not necessary. Mechanical thinking is actually your advantage. Many girls like this type of thinking nowadays... Oh, Natasha is awake!"

Leon saw Natasha's silky eyelashes tremble slightly, and immediately walked to the tool bench and took a closer look.

Soon, Natasha opened her eyes, her amber pupils were dazed and her expression was distracted.

But Leon laughed instead: “A look like a fool, that’s it! Miss Natasha, congratulations on your successful operation!”

The dazed look on her face indicated that Natasha's brain had been freed from the control of the chemicals.

All her scattered consciousness gradually began to reunite into one.

However, it seems that this integration process will still take some time.

Leon observed Natasha's changes and pulled off the ropes on her body and the tape on her mouth.

! !

Different from the joy of Lyon.

As soon as Natasha opened her eyes, she saw a face that was extremely close to her, looking left and right in front of her.

Her pupils suddenly shrank and her body moved reflexively.

Freeing her hands and feet from the restraints freed her.

She used her soft skills to wrap her legs around Leon's strong waist, and with force from her arms, she spun around Leon behind him and used a naked choke!

This is the physical memory brought by more than ten years of agent training and combat experience.

After completing the naked choke, she immediately applied force reflexively.

However, Leon, who should have been suffocating, did not react at all, her arm was like it was stuck on a diamond!

Natasha was stunned for a moment, and the next moment fragments of memory flooded into her mind.

Her expression went blank for a moment and her eyes lost focus.

It wasn't until Leon reached out, picked up Natasha and put her on the workbench that she came back to her senses.

"You...you saved me." Natasha looked at Leon in front of her with an increasingly complicated expression.

She put her hands on her sides, not knowing where to put them, and slowly lowered her head: "What have I done..."

He thought he would be controlled by the Red House for the rest of his life, but unexpectedly, by some strange coincidence, he was redeemed by the target of the mission.

When she regained consciousness, countless memories flooded into her mind. She was overwhelmed with emotions, including remorse and hatred, but more of anxiety.

"It looks like you're recovering well," Leon said.

Natasha woke up when she heard this.

She sat on the workbench, suddenly at a loss: "Thank you, thank you very much, no, I'm sorry, I just... did it unintentionally, it was subconscious, sorry, I shouldn't have done that, are you hurt?"