Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Take the most exhausting non-stop work, for example. As long as he could get some sun, Henry felt like he had endless energy. That little bit of fatigue was nothing.

He knew the significance of money in modern society. The money earned from working on the crab boat was legal, so there was no reason not to earn more when he had the chance.

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Chapter 16 Fixing Vulnerabilities

Old George was not at all surprised by Henry's idea.

Although there are many novices on crabbing boats who may only do it for a single trip, some people can adapt to this kind of work and become full-time crabbers.

Even if you don't consider this job as a lifelong career, it is reasonable to earn a few more trips when you are young.

Old George then discussed his future plans, saying, "After I return, my wife will arrange for another crew. Anne 21 will rest in port for a day, replenish supplies, and undergo repairs before departing."

"I'm not sure how long it will take them to return to port. If you're still interested in joining my ship, conservatively estimate that you'll come back to the port in a week. The salary will be the same as this time, and I won't treat you like a green hand anymore.

"If you feel you've rested enough and want to board the ship early, you can also ask the Pole to contact me. I can help you find a reliable ship. But your task now is to have a good rest. Think about this at least three days later, okay, kid?"

Henry certainly wouldn't say he was fine and could continue on board. Even if he dared to say so, no captain would dare take someone like him out to sea. Naturally, he nodded in agreement.

But Old George warned, "Rest should be a good rest. I don't welcome addicts on my ship. Addicts are a nuisance on board. I can't help you except to go down to the Bering Sea and cool your head. Do you understand me?"

Raising his hands in surrender, Henry said, "Understood, Boss. I'll do as you say."

As a Kryptonian who had no problem drinking whiskey, Henry doubted whether the powder would work on his body. However, he had no interest in trying it.

Seeing the young man's serious expression, Old George knew that the boy had listened carefully. He patted the young man's shoulder with satisfaction and said:

"Deposit your checks in the bank as soon as possible. I've seen too many people get their checks soaked and ruined in bars, or have them stolen. And you have to hope the thief isn't quick enough, or there's nothing I can do to help you."

"The bank." Henry felt the pocket where he collected checks and asked, "Is there a place to get cash?"

"Cash... You don't even have a bank account, do you?" Old George sighed.

Although he didn't ask about the young man's background in detail, he had enough experience to roughly guess what the situation was.

Old George said, "Let me find someone to help you. That old guy is very good at doing these things. You can ask him if you have any questions. Then I will take you back to Old John's bar.

"Even if you want advice, the people I introduced you to wouldn't offer anything too outrageous. My legs feel like they're floating right now, but I can't keep you busy doing these things. Is that okay?"

"You've been a great help, Boss." Henry certainly had no objection. It was always better to have someone to introduce you to something than to go it alone.

Patting Henry on the shoulder again, Old George said, "If all is well, follow me to the dock management office. I'll make a phone call over there, and you just wait there."

"Okay, as you arrange."

The dock management office was just a small office, but there were tables and chairs next to it for people to rest. Old George dialed a number on a public phone, told the person on the phone about the situation, and then hung up.

Before leaving, he bought Henry a cup of coffee and said, "The old man will be here in about ten minutes. His name is Tom. I've told him about your appearance and situation. You two will handle the rest of the process yourselves. Okay?"

Henry took the coffee and nodded, "Thanks, boss."

"Finish it quickly and go to bed early. It's hard to recover after a boat trip without three days of rest. The older you get, the longer it takes. I can't go to the bar like you young people do."

After saying that, Old George was gone. He had to get to the parking lot and drive home. If he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer.

The coffee sold at the dock was awful, and Henry nearly spit it out after his first sip. But perhaps precisely because of this, it was extra refreshing. Especially with his enhanced sense of taste, he felt so refreshed that he felt like he could soar straight out of the atmosphere.

After a while, someone drove up in a light brown vintage car that Henry had only seen in TV dramas or old movies. Instead of parking in the parking lot, he rolled down the passenger window next to the rest area.

The man inside the car yelled, "Hey, kid, I mean you, get in the car. That damn guy George sent for me."

"Tom?" Henry asked doubtfully as he stood up.

"Yes, that's me. Where else can you find a Tom as handsome as me?"

The person in the car was an old white man with a very unique personality. His hair was half brown and half silver, and he was wearing a pair of very inappropriate sunglasses.

Henry was not afraid that the other party had any ill intentions, so he opened the passenger door and got in the car.

Before he could even sit down, Tom said in disgust, "Wow, you're pickling yourself like a pickle. You smell only slightly worse than canned herrings."

"Is it really that bad?" Henry sniffed the smell on his body and explained, "You know. On the boat, we were either wearing raincoats or coats, so it was hard not to smell pickled."

"God, please forgive me." Tom rolled down the driver's window regardless of how cold it was outside. "Come to my place and take a shower."

"is it necessary?"

"George said you might need to get some documents. You can't take pictures with your unkempt appearance."

Looking at himself in the rearview mirror, Henry now had a head of messy hair that nearly covered his eyes, and a face covered in stubble. If I used this as an ID photo, it would be like telling others that there was something wrong with me.

So Henry didn't insist and said, "Well, I should get ready. But I don't have any change of clothes."

"If you don't mind wearing old clothes, I have some clean ones over there. If you want to buy new clothes, we can go around to the store first."

"No, as long as I have something to wear."

"Okay, let's go." Tom stepped on the accelerator and the car sped out smoothly.

As they drove, Tom continued, "Come to my place to get yourself sorted out and have your picture taken, then I'll take you to the bank to withdraw the money. Is there anything you want to ask?"

"Can you get documents here? Anything?"

Tom replied, "My main job is as a human resources broker. I help people from other places get work permits, then introduce them to crab boat captains, and I take a reasonable commission. Everything is legal."

"Your situation is quite special. If you don't want to be targeted by the IRS, you still have to submit relevant documents such as proof of employment and pay the taxes you owe.

"Everything I do is legal. Don't mistake me for a forger. I'll certainly do what George asks me to do, but I'll still charge you a fee. I think that's understandable."

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Chapter 17 Shaving Problems

"Is this possible?" Henry asked in surprise.

Although he didn't know the details, Henry knew one thing: he had no legal identity. He was at a loss as to where to get a document, even if it was just a fake one.

Now that Tom says he can do it, how can we not be surprised?

Old Tom smiled proudly and said, "This is Alaska. As long as you are not a federal wanted criminal, everything will be easy."

After a pause, he whispered stealthily, "Actually, even if it is, there are ways to deal with it. You're not, are you?"

Henry shook his head quickly and said, "Of course I'm not."

"That's good." Tom said, regaining his original relaxed demeanor.

Then he turned a corner and stopped in front of an office with a large floor-to-ceiling window. On the window was a sign that read "Old Tom's Human Resources Agency and Consulting Company." Inside, a middle-aged woman was processing documents.

Tom and Henry walked in, but the man inside didn't even look up, not even glancing at them. His attitude was clearly that of a seasoned, middle-aged clerk.

There were a few strange gold coins scattered on the table. At the signal of old George, the woman slowly swept the gold coins into the drawer.

As Henry walked past the woman, he was unsurprisingly greeted with a wave of disgust. The woman said, "Wow, what stinking ditch did you pick this person up from?"

"Old George's crew, the kind that just got off the ship."

"Oh, okay." Obviously the woman also knew who Old George was, and understood the so-called 'fresh off the boat' implication.

It might smell a bit bad, but I have money in my pocket! So I have to put up with it no matter how bad it smells. Don't think white people are superior and won't bow down for a few dollars.

Fortunately, the woman didn't change her attitude and flatter him, otherwise Henry would have been embarrassed to death. He was afraid that the iron fist he had been holding back for so long would have struck with all his strength.

However, although this kind of attitude of treating people differently was not uncommon in Henry's previous life, it was nothing new to him.

I wasn't angry. The other person's attitude was at most impolite, not something that would involve getting in close to me and using a powerful blow, or even physically assaulting me. Besides, it was a fact that I was a mess, so why shouldn't I be allowed to talk about it?

By the way, the body is not actually sweating right now, it is just dissipating normal body temperature.

So the smell on the body is actually the combination of sea water and various strange juices of the king crab, which are then evaporated by the body temperature and rapidly cooled by the low temperature outside.

Especially the salt in seawater. It makes everything taste weird.

I took the clean clothes from Tom and used the bathroom in his office. As I passed the big bed, I couldn't help but wonder if he was looking for a secret secretary or a female customer who came to ask for help.

But judging by this shabby place, this big bed probably won’t be used very often.

There's nothing much to say about bathing; just scrub vigorously. It won't hurt you anyway, but make sure you scrub away all the dirt and dirt, like a thorough cleaning.

It’s easy to deal with the dirt that doesn’t belong to the body, but it’s difficult to deal with the hair and beard.

Henry tried to cut a section with the scissors, but when he realized he couldn't cut any further, he decided not to force it, fearing that forcing it would only break the scissors.

So what to do with this face?

I remember seeing in a Superman cartoon that Superman used thermal vision and mirror reflections to tidy up his appearance.

So can I shoot light with my eyes? Henry has never tried this.

In order to avoid destroying other people's bathrooms, Henry first raised his palm in front of himself, intending to use himself as a target.

But how do you shoot thermal vision? There's no online tutorial!

I held it in for a few times as if I was having a bowel movement, my eyes widened. Sure enough, nothing happened.

Then I silently told myself that I would shoot out my gaze, but it was still useless.

So Henry can only turn to his distant memories. There are many works that describe Superman's origin, but the most detailed one is probably the long-running TV series, Smallville.

Clark Kent, a Kryptonian boy who gradually awakens various superpowers, shoots out heat vision for the first time in his life because of... sexual impulse!

Seeing a beautiful teacher with long legs and fair skin would only make an ordinary boy have a wet dream and a nosebleed. But our future Superman's eyes lit up and he almost burned down his barn!

So... what's this suggesting? To seek out my own belated adolescence?

Or are you thinking back to the adolescence that lasted more than thirty years before you traveled through time?

In order to get a haircut and shave, Henry had no choice but to try his luck.

With my eyes closed, the figures of the teachers in the D-slot seemed to rotate before my eyes. Thanks to the help of my super brain, I could remember every movie I had seen clearly and could even recite the serial number.

As expected, the first part of my body to react was my lower body, and then a stream of heat started from my tailbone and moved upwards through my spine, neck, and back of my head.

This change unexpectedly reminded Henry of the new Hollywood Godzilla, the prelude to the nuclear ray being fired.

Could it be that he is not actually a Kryptonian, but a human-shaped Godzilla?

Suddenly, a final impulse from before the Sage's time surged into... his eyeballs. Henry opened his eyes uncontrollably, only to see a sea of ​​red before him, and then felt a burning pain in his right hand.

This feeling comes and goes quickly, just like a man's orgasm.

The world returned to normal colors. The right hand that was held in front of his eyes as a target was not shot through by himself, but there were only two burn marks on the palm.

Henry had secretly tried it himself. He touched the boiling water used to make coffee with his hands, and there was nothing wrong with it. He just felt the temperature was very high, and he didn't feel any pain at all, let alone any injuries.

This pain was the first time he had felt it since leaving the underground research institute.

However, this was like breaking through a membrane, freeing him from certain limitations. He could emit heat rays at any time he wanted, and he could even adjust their intensity and duration.

It's like installing a heat ray switch and valve in your brain, but the details of control still require some practice.

Well, after dealing with this Kryptonian-specific sexual impulse, the next problem is even more troublesome.

How can I use a mirror to reflect my own heat rays so that the intensity is high enough to melt the hair I secrete?

It feels like you can just pick up a mirror and bounce back Godzilla's nuclear rays.

But Dachao did such an incredible thing!

So if someone says that Superman's magic resistance is weak because everything he does is based on science, let this guy explain how he bounced heat rays with a regular mirror and shaved the Man of Steel's beard.

Anyone who can find a reasonable physical explanation deserves a Nobel Prize.

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Chapter 18 Bio-Force Field

In order not to destroy other people's things, Henry had to do the experiment with his own hands.

After a lot of trouble, I finally found some clues. Ultimately, it was that Superman cheat, and I didn't know how to rationally utilize the bio-force field.

Even if the light of the yellow sun can change one's physical constitution, the solar energy is not fully used to transform oneself, and a considerable portion of it is stored.

And this storage is not like the feeling in martial arts novels where internal energy is stored in the dantian.

Henry, whose senses are so developed that he is quite aware of his own organs and physical condition, can clearly feel that every time he basks in the sun, in addition to strengthening his body cells, an extra energy is also absorbed into his body.

That energy is everywhere, but it is confined to the area below the skin, including the hair that is secreted. This is part of the secret of the Man of Steel's indestructibility; it's not entirely due to the mutated and strengthened cells that can withstand all damage.

As long as you use this energy properly, you can almost make your dreams come true!