American comic book police officer survival manual

"Hey! Calm down, guys, I was just passing by!"

Faced with countless wary eyes, Pulis quickly raised his hands to show that he meant no harm.

"Just passing by? What are you doing wandering around here?"

Chris, who came with his gang to apologize to Lucius, was carrying out his boss's goodwill, but he ended up finding this suspicious guy outside Officer Lucius's hospital room.

"Boss Chris, we're in dire need of a gift. How about we just give this guy to Officer Lucius?"

"...This guy isn't worthy."

Chris, who was as big and strong as the Hulk, snorted and casually picked up the strange guy and handed him to his henchman.

"Listen, take him back for questioning immediately, don't let him disrupt our plans."

Putting the matter of the teller out of his mind, Chris stood outside the ward, scratching his round head, looking extremely distressed.

Mr. Chepott said he would give Officer Lucius some gifts that he would like, but what exactly does Officer Lucius like?

"Hey, go find out some information for me and figure out what Lucius likes and dislikes."

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On the other side of the city, inside a bat cave.

Batman, dressed in a black robe, stood guard in front of numerous high-tech machines, watching Gotham's every move.

"Things are getting worse lately, Alfred."

The bat's signature deep voice echoed through the cave. He put down a stack of documents, still unable to pinpoint the source of the venom.

"Young Master, you've been guarding these instruments for almost a day now. Go and rest. If anything unusual happens, I'll call you immediately."

Beside the Batman, a tall, elderly man with a helpless expression offered heartfelt advice.

"I'm fine...don't worry about it. How's that pill I had you get tested?"

Ignoring his physical exhaustion, Bruce picked up his coffee and asked about the pills.

Lucius Aurelius Maximus.

This police officer, who had just been admitted to the hospital, gave Bruce another big surprise.

He somehow obtained some strange pills that were not only effective against the mixed toxins in the Snowfield Restaurant, but also had the effect of dispelling hallucinations.

When Bruce received the news from the Gotham Police Department, he absolutely refused to believe it.

Just kidding... An ordinary playboy, who seems to have an exceptionally keen intuition and strong execution ability in solving cases, what does that have to do with drugs?

Wayne Enterprises spends hundreds of millions of dollars on drug research and development every year, but has yet to produce any truly effective drugs.

Bruce had already spent a great deal of effort trying to guard against the Scarecrow's eerie and terrifying poison gas, but none of the dozen or so methods he tried had particularly satisfied him.

But you're telling me that all his efforts couldn't compare to that guy's tiny pill?

"The experimental report shows...all the effects are true; the miraculous ointment can increase the healing speed of mice's injuries by dozens of times. And the detoxification pills are extremely effective against various toxins, especially those that interfere with mental processes..."

If he hadn't personally conducted all these experiments, Alfred wouldn't have believed that the things his young master had casually picked up actually had such amazing effects!

"What? The effects are all true?"

I only picked up a few pills from Lucius out of curiosity... and the rumors are actually true?!

"What are their ingredients?"

Bruce's voice trembled slightly as he thought about the future Gotham might have after these drugs were widely used.

Unlike Batman's excitement, the old man's face was filled with regret:

"...That's the strangest thing, young master. We tried mixing the same ingredients to make the same pills and ointments, but we found that they had no effect at all."

Those shoddy imitations are worlds apart from the originals; they are simply incomparable.

But their components are exactly the same, so this situation should never happen.

"Unable to replicate?" The excitement on his face vanished completely. Although he had anticipated this outcome from the beginning, Bruce still felt a profound sense of frustration upon realizing it was indeed the case...

"These drugs might bring a new life to Gotham..."

How many jobs could a panacea bring to Gotham and solve the food problem for so many people?

The moment Bruce received confirmation of the drug's effectiveness, he had already planned how much money and shares he should pay Lucius in exchange for this precious prescription.

But the result was... these extraordinary drugs could not be put into mass production.

Therefore, this also means that what he obtained from Lucius was...

"...A magic potion?"

Having witnessed all sorts of extraordinary powers, Batman took out the few remaining pills, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

These substances must contain special components that instruments cannot detect, and it is precisely those components that give the drugs their powerful effects.

"The Committee of 100 is the most powerful Chinese organization. Could these things have come from them?" Knowing Lucius's background, Alfred suggested quietly from the side.

"Maybe it's the work of the Maximus family? Who knows?" Batman carefully put away the few remaining pills, realizing once again just how powerful Lucius's background was, and was filled with emotion.

Lucius is practically a walking treasure trove. Nobody knows just how many family heirlooms he's carrying...

It's just a pity that after his conflict with his family, such things will probably be used less and less...

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In a deserted corner of the hospital, Pamela picked up a seed and placed it in a flowerpot.

After watering the soil thoroughly and making sure no one would notice, the girl stared intently at the soil in the pot... A strange glint flashed in her eyes—

In the calm flowerpot, the soil at the top is slightly loosened, and a bright green seedling is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"It's a success!"

With a soft cheer of surprise, Pamela watched as the seedling grew and matured into a small branch in an instant.

Beneath these green vines, a plump and slender ginseng root lies buried in the soil, ready to be harvested at any time.

"We did it...I did it...We did it!!"

Suppressing her excitement, Pamela clenched her fists and cheered along with the consciousness in her mind!

With this, they can gain a place in the human world, continue to grow and thrive, and thus completely change the future of plants!

For the first time, Pamela felt her will align with that powerful will. In a mysterious perception, Pamela vaguely felt that her control had improved considerably.

It seems... she has gradually gained control over her powers, including the toxins within her body.

If that's the case...

Pamela's face flushed red as she suppressed the toxins surging through her body.

Lucius...

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