Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

I say 'almost' because in Henry's simple tests, nothing was impossible, including making the heat ray not damage the mirror, but reflect it back onto his body, burning only the exposed beard hairs.

However, doing so will reduce the energy stored in the body.

In terms of shaving, the amount of energy lost is probably one billionth of the energy currently stored...

Henry almost wanted to call this ability magic, the power that could make his wishes come true.

The reason why it is called a "biological force field" in Superman's setting is probably to highlight that Superman comes from Krypton, where the technology is countless times more advanced than that of the Earth, and it is natural that there will be no "magic" that is difficult to explain by science.

On the one hand, because he received a science-based education when he was young, and after discovering that he originated from a technologically advanced planet, Superman had no need to develop magical abilities.

To test this idea, Henry tried a basic trick—fire.

Just rub your index and thumb together, and without any difficulty, a flame like a lighter appears at the fingertips!

This discovery made Henry doubt for a moment whether he was really a Kryptonian, but he immediately understood why Superman did not develop this ability.

From a scientific point of view, the conversion of energy inevitably faces a problem, namely the generation of entropy, which is simply called waste.

He used his own heat rays to remove all the stubble on his chin, cheeks and neck, and it only consumed one billionth of his stored energy.

But the simple act of lighting the flame with one finger instantly drained away one ten-thousandth of the energy stored. Furthermore, the longer the flame was maintained, the more energy it lost.

Simply put, this seemingly magical effect is an extremely inefficient energy conversion behavior.

Using super speed to make fire by rubbing two sticks together, there is zero loss.

I can't even imagine it. If I wanted to emulate the Dark Lord wizard from World War II in the next room and set the whole of Paris on fire, I'd have to tie up a few superhumans to act as magic batteries to pull off such a feat.

Of course, this conclusion is based on the fact that this solar cell has only been exposed to the sun for a short time. The energy reserve is not even close to the peak, and it is even a question whether it has left the red line area.

It is also unknown whether there are more efficient ways to convert magic, such as the proper use of certain rituals or props.

Otherwise, we can return to Marvel's original setting, where all magic used by magicians is actually borrowed from the dimensional demon. The difference lies in who to borrow from and how to repay in the end.

In short, from all indications, he was becoming more and more like a Kryptonian. At least in terms of his abilities, they were quite similar to the Superman he remembered. The only thing left was testing his super breathing and flight abilities.

...It is also possible that he is actually the descendant of a Kryptonian adventurer and a native of a certain planet, that is, a Daxam person.

This type of alien is very similar to the Kryptonians, and can also absorb yellow sunlight to strengthen themselves. They are not afraid of kryptonite, but are afraid of lead, a substance that is more widely found on Earth.

So don’t think that you can act recklessly just because you have super powers and a body of steel.

If I were not a Kryptonian, but a Darsen, I wouldn't need to look for alien minerals to kill myself. I could just use lead bullets to make a sieve out of myself. Lead bullets are one of the conventional ammunition.

The problem is! Henry still has no idea what kind of person he is.

Henry didn't even know if he had encountered anything containing lead in his daily life recently. He also couldn't be sure which planet this alien he was from.

Even though I figured out some things in the bathroom, it didn't take me much time thanks to the thinking speed of my super brain.

The noise was quite loud. Although it didn't damage anything in the bathroom, I'm afraid someone outside could hear it.

His right hand, the one he'd used as a test target, was in a terrible state, flesh and bone exposed. While it was apparently healing, it still wasn't as fast as the immortal-level healing of Wolverine or Deadpool.

In order not to scare people, Henry tore a strip of cloth from his old clothes, washed it, and wrapped it around his palm.

As for whether it hurts, to be honest, after going through the torture of the latter stages of graduate school, even if I were to have nails hammered into my hands and feet like Jesus, the pain would be nothing but a drizzle, nothing at all.

After cleaning up, Henry walked out of the bathroom, passed through the large room, and came to Tom's office.

The owner of the office put both legs on his desk, crossed and raised, with an unhappy look on his face.

He wanted to say something when he saw Henry coming out, but when he saw the cloth wrapped around his right hand, he stopped talking.

After a moment, Tom gave him a sympathetic look and said soothingly, "Young man, I understand that you're so hot-tempered. If you want, I can take you to the strip club in town."

"With a little more skill and a little money, you can find an ideal sweetheart to spend the night with. There's no need to torture yourself like this. You've got your skin peeled off."

"Your hand is already like this, how about I take you to the pharmacy to buy some ointment? Or some lubricant or something."

...Fuck! What did this guy understand?

Rather than explaining the injury on his hand, Henry inexplicably wanted to test the consequences of a heat ray brain explosion.

Does it melt through like a laser, or boil the brain and then explode?

There is a good head right in front of me to test.

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Chapter 19 Bank Payment

Old Tom, unaware that he had escaped a disaster, pulled Henry in front of a white wall, took a few photos, and then safely sent him to the bank.

First National Bank of Alaska is the most common bank in Alaska and one of the best banks in the United States, having long received a five-star rating.

Founded in 1922 by Winfield Irwin Sr., it laid a solid foundation during the railroad construction boom in Alaska in the 1920s.

Such a bank certainly has a wide range of business items, and the bank manager knows how to entertain every type of customer.

At least when Tom led the people in, the bank manager sitting in the office came out to greet them immediately.

"Hi, Mr. Tom, you look as handsome as usual today." The bank manager extended his hand and greeted.

Old Tom, however, gave the visitor no respect at all and said, "You might as well say that Franklin is still Franklin, and he won't change even after a hundred years. Right?"

"Haha, Franklin is as old as our bank's history, so of course it won't change." The bank manager joked to himself and asked, "Who is this customer?"

"Henry, one of Old George's crew. He's here to cash a check."

"Welcome, welcome to our bank. We have the best reputation in the United States and the most convenient service. I wonder if you would like to deposit money into an account at another bank, or open a new account with us?"

Tom answered for Henry, "Cash. He wants cash directly."

"For cash, the handling fee is 0.6%. The general handling fee for cashing is 0.4%. If you open an account with our bank, I can reduce the handling fee for cashing checks to 0.2. Would you consider opening an account?"

"He still has some incomplete documents. If you're flexible, we can consider other options." Tom explained the situation tactfully and then turned to ask, "Henry, what are you going to do?"

Some people would care about the difference in fees, so Tom didn't plan to help Henry make the decision. Of course, the reason he disclosed the details was to let the bank manager know that there would be some non-compliant "difficulties" involved, and he had to be mentally prepared.

"No, I'd rather just take cash." Henry said without thinking too much.

After understanding Tom's hint, the bank manager certainly wouldn't say anything more about Henry's decision. After all, there were still some risks in allowing him to conduct non-compliant operations.

Although doing so should allow for a separate commission to be collected privately, since the client has made the decision, let's save ourselves some trouble and stick to the rules, so no one has to worry about anything else.

The bank manager smiled as he moved an exquisite wooden tray in front of Henry and said, "Please take out the check you want to cash. I will cash it for you immediately."

Henry was a bit surprised by the swiftness of the action. He had expected the bank to either be reluctant or delay the withdrawal of such a large sum of cash.

Seeing Henry's slightly surprised expression, Tom knew what these new rookies were thinking without asking, and explained:

"During crabbing season, some crabbers often take the cash and leave, never to return. So banks usually have extra cash on hand during this time, so it's not surprising."

This also explains why, although the bank in this small town is not large, Henry observed that there are quite a few armed security guards.

Based on the principle that there was no need to cause trouble for oneself if there was a legitimate way to make money, robbing a bank was certainly not an option. Henry placed the check signed by Old George on the tray.

The bank manager took back the tray, looked at the number on the check, and asked for confirmation, "Sir, you want to cash this check for 80,000 taels, am I right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The bank manager stood up with the tray and went to handle the redemption business.

At the same time, a long-legged lady in black stockings walked into the office and politely asked, "Would you like coffee or tea, sir?"

There's no third option. Henry regretted it in his heart. He said, "Coffee, thank you."

Tom didn't ask for anything and asked the receptionist to leave. Instead, he walked over to the manager's bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey. At the same time, he asked, "Boy, are you an adult?"

"Well, what's the legal drinking age?" Henry asked. He wasn't sure if the rules in this world were the same as he remembered, so he asked.

"twenty one."

"That's a shame, I'll just have coffee. It's a shame there's no milk."

"Tsk, then your life will lose half its fun."

After returning to the sofa with his whiskey glass and settling down comfortably, Tom asked, "Tell me, how did you get on George's boat?"

"I didn't know you were doing background checks here? Who are you? Are you an undercover CIA agent?"

"Hah, we'll have to wait a moment. Instead of chatting, do you want to confront me? Or perhaps admire this tasteless office together? I can tell you responsibly that none of the paintings and furnishings here exceed a hundred pieces."

Not intending to respond to the question of the cheapness and taste of this office, Henry answered Tom's question.

"I was introduced to the ship by the Polack. I met him at Old John's bar. Do you know that little town in the north?"

"Ah, that old fogey left over from World War II, huh? I know him. A whole family of patriots, and he's the only one left."

Henry didn't want to refute this slightly rude teasing.

Old Tom asked again, "There's more to it than that, sonny. Old George pays little attention to a little greenie. What else have you done?"

"Well, there was a little accident on the boat, and I helped to fix it. And then there's the matter of me thinking I'm a quick learner and a bit of a hard worker. As for the rest, you'll have to ask George. I don't know what he thinks."

"Oh, just a little accident." Tom said casually, but didn't think much about it.

The two of them couldn't continue chatting because the bank manager came in. This time he brought a larger tray with stacks of cash on it and placed it in front of Henry.

"After deducting the bank's cash handling fee of 480 taels, there are a total of 79520 taels here. A bundle of 100 taels contains 100 notes, and there are seven bundles here. I've taken the initiative to exchange the remaining notes for you. It's all here, please count."

At the same time, the bank lady who had brought in the coffee reappeared, this time pushing a bank money counting machine in. She counted all the cash in front of Henry with a deft movement, and added up the numbers on a calculator to make sure they were correct.

When the bank lady finished counting, Henry also finished counting. He did not intend to count again with his hands, but he felt quite dazed holding the bundles of banknotes.

Seeing this, the bank manager asked someone to bring a small bag and put all the money in it. He smiled and said, "This bag is free."

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Chapter 20 Consultation

When I drove back to the office, the old lady was still sitting at her seat busy.

Tom asked the guest to sit down first, then picked up an old backpack, emptied the contents, and handed it to Henry, saying, "Your money will be exchanged for this backpack. This backpack is for you."

"Why change?" Henry asked puzzledly.

"Whenever a customer who wants to withdraw cash doesn't have a bag to put it in, the bank will provide them with the same bag. So when someone walks outside with a bag like that, it's like they're telling others, 'I have money, come and grab it quickly.'"

Henry frowned and asked, "Is the bank colluding with people outside?"

Tom explained, "No, banks aren't that shady. But no matter how they change things, they'll be targeted. So only greenies who don't know the situation would run around with bags like that."

"You were introduced by George. I don't want you to be robbed as soon as you leave my place. I would be derelict in my duty then."

Henry, understanding the situation, didn't bother changing bags. He simply stuffed the bank bag into Tom's backpack. He could just leave the conspicuous handbag tucked away, so it didn't matter how he carried the money.

Seeing Henry finished, Tom tapped the table and said, "Now that I've collected your payment, let's talk business. I'll take care of the necessary documents and procedures for you. My fee is two thousand taels."

"Two thousand!" Henry's eyes widened in surprise. "It's cheaper than I thought. Is this a real ID, not a fake one?"

Tom smiled and said, "Believe me, it's cheaper to do the real thing than the fake one. The reason most people can't do it is that they don't know who to contact, and even if they do find someone, they may not know what to do.

"The law opens many doors for those who understand. As long as you follow the right path, there's no need to waste money. It's just that most people who know tacitly keep silent. Because they don't have the obligation to help others unconditionally, right?"

Some people say that all the ways to make money are written in the criminal law. This is both true and false.

The reason why I say this is true is because breaking the law is really profitable! It’s just that the price you have to pay is somewhere else, such as after you get caught.

The reason why it's wrong is that in the eyes of people who play high-end games, making money is not only troublesome, but also small...

Just think about it, is it possible for an ordinary person to rob a bank of 100 million yuan at a time? And not have to be chased by the police afterwards?

Although Henry was not accustomed to such things, he didn't think it was a big deal.

As the saying goes, "Let him be strong, and the wind will blow over the hills." As long as I lie flat enough, the wind resistance will be low! This is physics knowledge, scientifically proven.

Although he wasn't sure if Tom was as capable as he claimed, Henry still chose to trust George's recommendation. The old man wouldn't just randomly assign someone with the intention of losing his salary.

So Henry reached into his bag without thinking, took out a bundle of money, put it on the table and pushed it over.

Tom picked up the bundle of banknotes with the bank seal and said half-sarcastically, "Oh, boy, are you going to count the money myself?"

"I have some questions I'd like to ask you. If you could help, that would be great." Henry pointed to the French window outside and said, "It's a consulting company, isn't it?"

Putting down the bundle of bills in his hand, he pushed it back to the middle of the table. Tom looked at the young man in front of him with a calm demeanor. "Tell me about it. I can't say for sure."

"Is there a car rental company here? I want to rent a car."

"Rent a car? There aren't any in town. You have to go to the Hooper Bay Airport to find private rental companies. Why don't you just buy a car? Those rental cars are for tourists, and they're not cheap."

Henry said honestly, "I plan to try my luck in Hollywood after the crabbing season is over."