American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 385 I will love you for three days and three nights, and never fall.

Upon hearing the name of the serum, T'Challa immediately felt uneasy.

This doesn't sound like a legitimate serum. Besides, heart-shaped grass is purple, so how did it turn green? There must be something wrong with it.

"Captain Black Cat, this is my exclusive secret recipe. I guarantee it will make you incredibly powerful. You're really getting a bargain."

Looking at Allen's smug expression, he felt more and more uneasy.

"What are its characteristics?" Namo asked directly.

He didn't question Allen's abilities; he was simply curious to know how effective they were.

In case T'Challa becomes very powerful, he will have a plan to deal with any future conflicts between his people and Wakanda, so that he won't suffer a crushing defeat.

"Good question."

Allen gave Namor an appreciative look, very pleased with his willingness to ask questions, and began to explain in a serious tone: "Based on the advantages of the heart-shaped grass, I conducted in-depth research and developed its effects, and then combined it with the principles of the super serum to achieve the final result..."

Research?

They have the nerve to brag.

Namo was too embarrassed to expose him.

They were secretly watching the whole thing, and the whole process seemed like a haphazard mess, showing absolutely no sign of rigorous research.

"Trust me, drink this and I guarantee you'll make the leopard howl in terror."

Allen approached step by step, holding the test tube, while T'Challa's face showed a hint of panic. He quickly asked, "Can I not drink it?"

"Don't waste my good intentions," Allen said, his face darkening.

"Can we wait a bit before we drink?" T'Challa asked hesitantly.

"Hurry up, the medicine will be half as effective if it cools down."

woo woo woo...

Before T'Challa could refuse, Allen pressed his head down and forced the serum into his mouth.

call…

A sour, strange taste filled his mouth, and T'Challa gasped for breath, trying to reduce the odor.

"How is it? The taste of the mixed fruit juice, doesn't it taste a bit like Farmer's Three Punches? A little confusing, isn't it?" Allen said leisurely.

"juice!?"

Upon hearing that there was juice, Morgan, holding Caroline, came over and exclaimed, "What juice? I want to drink juice!"

"Little Morgan, if you want some juice, you can ask Unita Sensen to buy it for you," Allen replied casually.

Morgan turned to Unita, who was waiting quietly to the side, and said with a pitiful look, "Grandma, I want some juice."

"Just call me Unita, and I'll get it ready for you right away."

A torrent of data flashed in Unita's eyes; she must have been contacting the comedic trio online.

Allen kept a close eye on T'Challa's changes.

His face turned green!

Namo asked in surprise, "Will everything be alright?"

"What could be wrong? He's transforming into a muscular black panther," Allen said dismissively.

However, T'Challa appeared somewhat dazed and clearly in great distress.

"Why has he turned red again?" Namo asked in surprise.

Something must have gone wrong.

A flash of green, a flash of red—emotions have become human-shaped traffic lights.

"I don't know!"

Allen looked bewildered and said, "We were so focused on the effects that we didn't consider the side effects."

"..."

Sure enough, nothing good ever comes of what this guy does.

"Am I going to die?"

T'Challa was so uncomfortable that he scratched his head and felt itchy all over, and his whole body was burning up.

Please do not question my professionalism.

Allen pushed up his glasses, which weren't even there, on the bridge of his nose.

"Why do I feel like my body is on fire?"

Large beads of sweat appeared on T'Challa's forehead, making it clear that something was very wrong with him.

"I was worried that the '3000 thrusts' 'maniac serum' might have side effects like a super serum, so I added some substances to revitalize virility. Sweating and getting hot are normal," Allen explained meticulously.

"To regain our former glory!?"

Upon hearing this, T'Challa suddenly looked down.

Wow... awesome!

The majestic and imposing pyramids immediately put Allen and Namor to shame.

Sure enough, Black people put all their intelligence into reproduction.

"I need to take a shower to cool down in the toilet."

T'Challa instinctively covered himself with his hands and awkwardly searched for the bathroom.

Allen pointed in a direction and prompted, "The third room on the left."

bang...

The door slammed shut, followed by the sound of running water from the bathroom.

"Allen, um, uh... could I have a dose of 'maniac potion'?" Namor asked sheepishly.

"Um?"

Allen leaned back tactically, his shocked expression revealing his unfamiliarity with Namor.

"Ahem... don't misunderstand, I'm just using it for academic research, and I've always been very satisfied with myself." Namor's entire neck turned red.

"Hey... I was planning to use it myself, but you got it for free."

Allen reluctantly took out a vial of red potion, saying with a hint of reluctance, "For the sake of our friendship, I'll reluctantly part with it."

Thank you.

Namor took the drink without hesitation, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp. He smacked his lips, looking like he wanted more, and asked, "Is this the same as what T'Challa drank?"

No, that's not it.

Allen stated frankly, "There's only one heart-shaped herb, and this potion is enough to make you love me for three days and three nights without ever falling down."

"What the hell?" Namo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

I will love you for three days and three nights, and never give up.

Just hearing the name makes it sound terrifying.

Holy crap!

The next moment, Namor, ashamed, covered his lower body and rushed to the bathroom to keep T'Challa company.

"I didn't expect them to be so clean."

Allen looked at the closed bathroom door, his eyes filled with relief.

Heart-shaped Grass Serum is a growth-type serum, and its full effects must be fully developed through battles, similar to the enhanced effects of the first-generation Super Serum.

The only problem is that the body is prone to redness and heat, which naturally causes physiological reactions.

As for what Namo drinks, it's a pure Viagra with a hundred times the effect, made from scraps.

Originally, Allen thought he might need it sometime, so he casually made one to carry with him.

……

Kura Islands.

The territory of a barren island nation located in the ocean.

Surrounded by the sea on all sides, with only fishery resources, it is far removed from the mainstream international community.

The reason for this is that there are no resources worth paying attention to, and the government relies on leasing ports to maintain the operation of the country.

All you need to do is pay, and it doesn't matter what kind of ship it is.

Therefore, it became one of the major pirate groups and black market hubs.

Black manta ray David is drinking expensive liquor and sunbathing on the beach.

He has ordered his men to distribute the vibranium ore, raise a large sum of money to upgrade the submarine, replenish its supplies, and prepare for the next voyage.

At that moment, a group of white people walked over.

David took off his sunglasses, looked at the leader, grinned, and said, "Killian, welcome to the team."

"It's an honor to work with you."

Killian was with his younger brother Jack, who was fortunately found in a deep pit on the deserted island and rescued after a great deal of effort.

"Then prepare to set sail for the Arctic Ocean. I need to retrieve something," David said, standing up.

"What is it?" Killian asked, frowning.

"A divine artifact capable of confronting Atlantis."

(End of this chapter)