The Witrum of the Marvel Universe

Not to mention, Vought International also frequently administered vaccines to large numbers of infants under the guise of vaccines, which were even circulated on the black market and later used by Vought International to create supervillains.

All I can say is that as long as the locomotive is willing to take the risk, it will definitely be able to get it.

Just before his finger touched the publish button, a black hand stopped him.

The locomotive driver, his face grim, said, "Fine, I agree."

Leon gestured for them to proceed, and the locomotive vanished as a streak of black and blue light.

Throughout the entire process, the real victim, Hughie, was treated like a passerby, completely becoming a background figure.

"Okay, stop screaming."

Leon slapped Hughie on the head, who was still screaming, to wake him up. "Instead of wasting your time, why don't you get someone to dispose of your girlfriend's body?"

Hughie then nervously turned on his phone, but couldn't think of anyone to call. His mind went completely blank once again, and he stood there dumbfounded.

Hughie was just an ordinary person, and it's normal for him to be at a loss when caught up in such a supernatural event.

Less than five minutes later, the locomotive had already made a round trip from the Water Company to this place, pulling Leon to the alley at lightning speed. After searching the alley for a while and finding no cameras, it stealthily pulled a vial of blue liquid from its pocket and handed it to Leon.

He threatened, "Remember, don't tell anyone about this, or it won't do either of us any good."

"And remember your promise!"

Having said that, the locomotive's already dark face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and the other party had no idea how much risk he had taken this time.

When Leon deleted the video in front of him, the train refused to stay there for even a moment longer and disappeared in a flash.

Leon, meanwhile, smiled as he played with the bottle of blue liquid in the sunlight.

"Compound No. 5, got it!"

Sunlight streamed through the blue liquid, shimmering on Leon's face. He opened the panel to investigate.

Name: Compound No. 5

Category: Enhanced Products

Mortality rate: 95% for adults and 15% for infants.

Effect: After injection, a superpower will be randomly awakened, and the acquired power is completely uncontrollable.

Ratio: Positive enhancement 50%, negative enhancement 45%, abnormal probability 5%.

Note: Developed by German scientist Vogelbaum during World War II, and later improved by the Wörthersee company.

Injecting compound five is a gamble with one's life.

Putting aside the extremely high mortality rate, even if you were lucky enough to survive, you might not necessarily gain any good abilities.

If you're lucky enough to draw the Ace, you'll be as versatile as Homelander; but if you're unlucky enough to become Egg Man or Shit Man, you might as well be dead.

Leon would never have gambled before, unless absolutely necessary.

But now, what can he do when he has the system again?

[Ding! Consume Justice Points to induce Compound 5 to mutate in the specified direction?]

"no!"

Leon resolutely refused.

To put it bluntly, Emperor Mark could be considered an ancestor on a planet inhabited entirely by people from his homeland.

Compound V is nothing but shit in the face of the Wittrum bloodline.

Leon would only consider using Compound V to give himself laser eyes or the ability to walk through walls if he had a surplus of Justice Points.

Leon carefully put away Compound V and walked out of the alley. "Hey, Hughie, don't forget to watch the news tonight. Walter's PR department should be announcing the cause of your girlfriend's death."

Leon boarded the arriving bus because he would be late for school if he didn't hurry.

Meanwhile, the locomotive was speeding through the city in pursuit of the fugitive, but the scene of being threatened just now kept replaying in his mind, making him extremely uncomfortable and angry.

Perhaps he should investigate that kid's background more thoroughly.

If he's the son of Almighty, that's fine, but if not, he wouldn't mind silencing a dead man forever.

This is what happens when you threaten his locomotive!

*Whoosh*

Suddenly, the train engine, which was the fastest, was rapidly approached by an even faster figure, which left a white line in the sky like the tail of an airplane.

The locomotive turned around and stared at the figure, its mouth agape in disbelief.

This is already his fastest speed; how could anyone be faster than him!

And there are so many!

If the train engine wasn't a speedster, it wouldn't even have been able to react in time; in the blink of an eye, the white line had already blocked its path.

Oh my god, f*** you!

The locomotive braked suddenly in alarm; it didn't want to experience what it would feel like to crash into it.

If two superhumans collide, they might just explode into a bloody pulp like that woman from before.

Just as the train was about to crash into that figure because it couldn't stop in time.

The figure reached out, and his large hand gripped the locomotive tightly like an iron hoop, as if he were squeezing a black chicken.

The astonishing force emanating from his fingertips, coupled with the lightning-fast speed of his attack, caused Locomotive's pupils to dizzy. The curses and resentment that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Only then did he get a clear look at the figure in front of him.

Chapter 12 Lesson

Possessing the same flight ability as Homelander, hovering in mid-air, their white and gray combat suits accentuate their exaggerated muscles, unlike the combat suits of superheroes, which exude an understated and luxurious feel.

The man's right eye had been replaced by a mechanical eye, and he had a small mustache on his lip, staring at him expressionlessly.

The engine felt the hand being pinched and immediately felt a sharp pain. It softened and said, "Oh, brother, I'm the engine of the Vought Seven. I don't think I've offended you in any way, have I?"

“If so, I sincerely apologize, and Wot Corporation will compensate you,” the locomotive said with difficulty.

Damn it, when did such a powerful superhero appear on Earth? I don't even know where I offended him.

So unlucky!

"Who gave you the audacity to threaten the sole crown prince of the Witrum Empire?"

"what?"

Before the locomotive could even react, the hand gripping its throat tightened, slowly lifting it off the ground.

"I...I can't breathe!!!"

The locomotive slammed into that large hand with all its might. The hands moved so fast they were like afterimages, yet it was as if he were facing an unshakeable mountain. He gradually lost his breath, his face turned purple, and his legs twitched painfully as he struggled violently.

Just moments before the locomotive was about to suffocate, it was tossed to the ground by General Craig like trash.

"Remember, you only have this one chance." With those words left out, General Craig broke through the sonic boom and disappeared into the sky at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

The locomotive was left alone, panting like a fish that had just nearly drowned. There were dark handprints on his throat where he had been choked, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Just who is that brat!?"

He swore that no matter who that kid was, he would never see him again!

He never wanted to experience that near-death feeling again.

Inside the classroom, Leon walked in.

Gwen stood with her hands in her pockets, chewing bubble gum with a cool expression.

Peter the Spider was fiddling with his latest craft project at his seat.

Thompson gave Leon a defiant look.

Harry the Green Goblin chuckled, surrounded by a group of girls.

Kitty the Phantom Cat is opening her chest and burying her head inside, seemingly talking to what's inside.

Look at this! If you didn't know better, you'd think it was Hackham Asylum.

Everyone there is incredibly talented.

New York City is known for its friendly and honest people, and Midtown High School is a place that produces many talented individuals.

"Hi, Leon, you're here!"

Noticing Leon's arrival, Katie pulled her head out of her chest and greeted him warmly.

Leon glanced over casually, 'Hmm? Why are some of those breasts bigger than others?'

On one side are xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and on the other side are daguantangbao (large soup dumplings).

Katie laughed warmly, "Leon, would you like to see it too?"

"This...isn't this a bad idea?" Leon hesitated.

"What's wrong with it? Just don't tell anyone else!"

Leon noticed that Gwen and the female classmates around him were all drawn to Katie's outrageous words.