Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Playing with food is a bad habit, whether it is for people or animals. It shows disrespect for life.

Eating is to prolong one's life, but playing with it is another matter. That is why people emphasize not wasting.

If a carnivore behaved this way, it could potentially foster the unhealthy habit of killing animals for food. Rather than betting that Katie wouldn't transfer this behavior to humans, it's better to prevent it from happening in the first place.

So whenever he saw Katie start playing with her food, Henry would take it away, regardless of whether she wanted to continue eating it or not.

This little tiger is quite protective of its food. When it sees food, it eats up the edible part as quickly as possible, and leaves the remaining inedible parts to the owner...

As Katie was gnawing on the dead fox, Henry, who was waiting nearby, looked up at the sky.

In this light-pollution-free wilderness, moonless nights offer incredible starry skies. Coupled with Kryptonian vision, the stars appear multicolored, not pure white.

It was a rare moment of quiet time, so Henry emptied himself and let his super brain, which was thinking all the time, put aside all thoughts temporarily and enjoy a moment of tranquility.

The wind in the wilderness brought Henry the sounds of the surroundings: the scraping of sand and rocks, the cries of small animals foraging in the dark, and the mating calls of animals in estrus.

This noise, which should have been incomprehensible and meaningless, unexpectedly gave Henry a sense of unity at this moment. It was as if everything was one, harmonious and balanced.

The super brain that had been idle at this moment seemed to break through the limiter of the human body and started to work rapidly. It made Henry feel like he had a fever. The temperature of his head exceeded the normal body temperature and continued to soar.

This is different from the painful situation where your super brain is overloaded by your super senses collecting too much external information and trying to identify it one by one. This is a very fresh and stimulating experience.

Just as Henry, who has learned over thirty official languages, is now attempting to decipher tiger language, this super brain is attempting to interpret the world.

Henry didn't know why he entered this state. He only knew that he seemed to see a clue in the dark, and if he continued to explore it, he might be able to find something.

Is this something a Kryptonian or Superman could do? Henry, who had never been a Kryptonian before, couldn't answer. Superman was only a character in the comics, so if there was nothing mentioned in the comics, animation, or movies, he certainly didn't know.

But just because it wasn’t said or mentioned, does that mean it doesn’t exist?

Realizing his current situation had no precedent, Henry simply gave in to his intuition and let his body act on instinct.

So at this moment, he unconsciously used his flying ability and floated into the air. He sat cross-legged with his five hearts facing the sky.

The top of the head is purple, the center of the eyebrows is blue, the throat is blue, the chest is green, the navel is yellow, the crotch is orange, and there is a little red light at the perineum. With this body, I respond to the world.

Until he was quietly drawn into the mirror world and cut off from the real world.

Chapter 241 Laboratory

When Henry regained consciousness, the crescent moon was hanging high in the sky, which showed that it was already the middle of the night.

The California desert in autumn is still a bit chilly. Katie, a well-fed tiger cub, curled up in Henry's arms. It's unclear whether she's trying to stay warm or to help keep her owner warm.

The surroundings were quite peaceful. The venomous snakes and scorpions common in the desert didn't even bother approaching Henry. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to penetrate his skin.

Remembering he had missed dinner, Henry, unable to bear the hunger, picked up Katie and walked towards his container house laboratory. He just thought he had been drowsy before and didn't think much of it.

The lock on the door was a cheap one from a hardware store.

If a container house is really seen in such a place, using a too high-end lock would be like putting up a notice saying "there is no silver here" to hide the truth, telling others that there is a problem here, so it needs a very good lock to protect it.

Using an ordinary lock can only protect you from gentlemen, not villains. Tell those who see this that this is not a shelter and that you are not allowed to enter without permission.

Because shelters usually set up in the wilderness do not use locks, which represent private devices, to restrict strangers from entering and exiting.

When the door was opened, it was pitch black inside the container house, but this did not hinder the Kryptonian with super vision. Henry walked to the deepest part of the container house and turned on the power.

The lights representing civilization instantly illuminated the interior of the container house, revealing everything.

There are no partitions inside the container house. In fact, it is just a 40-foot empty container. Henry put some things inside and used it as a house.

The ventilation holes of the wind turbine generator equipment were in good condition, maintaining ventilation inside the container house without leaving any strange smells.

The wind turbine designed by Henry was not like a windmill, a man-made object standing in the desert. This way, anyone who saw it would know that there was something wrong.

Henry designed a wind tunnel that gathers wind from all directions, disguised as a natural landscape, and installed turbines for wind power generation at the gathering points inside the wind tunnel to generate electricity.

The solar panels have also been similarly camouflaged. It can be said that unless you observe them closely, from a distance or through satellite photos, you will definitely not be able to see any trace of man-made objects here.

Considering the freshness of the food, we only put some emergency dry food here. Fortunately, there is a single burner stove, so it is not difficult to prepare some hot food.

The switch that was previously turned on was actually hidden among a pile of shelves. Apart from emergency food, the rest of the shelves were raw materials that could be used to synthesize medicine.

There was a sofa bed in the corner, suitable for sitting or lying down, and the remaining space was occupied by a long table with various glassware. Those beakers, conical flasks, funnels and other items were the equipment Henry used to synthesize drugs.

But now the glass bottles are clean and don't emit any strange odors. It's just that the ventilation in the container room makes it easy for dust to accumulate. Even with screens in the vents, it can't prevent the intrusion of fine dust.

Henry had considered installing a BB-series core robot here to perform daily cleaning duties. However, a core robot would require a server for computing support, so one could imagine how much power that would consume.

Although the laboratory is equipped with wind and solar power generation equipment and has a diesel generator as a backup, the electricity supply cannot be used freely.

Therefore, this is mainly a place for chemical synthesis. Other work that consumes a lot of electricity is still carried out in the rented house.

Arriving at a new place, curious Katie continued to look around. She even climbed onto the table with her front paws, trying to jump onto it and take a look, just like she did at home.

Henry didn't want to bother with the little tiger, mainly because the glassware on the table was easy to break; on the other hand, he couldn't get into the habit of asking for everything.

The hierarchy of family status is quietly established in this back-and-forth tug-of-war. Of course, verbal authority is useless to a tiger; actions are needed to make it understand.

So when he saw Katie stand up and try to jump onto the table, Henry kicked her without saying a word, sending her rolling down the stairs.

Then he didn't give up and went up again. Henry hooked again. He went up again, and continued to hook. Mikami Yuu...

Ah, this is time to play!

Henry simply kicked Katie over and stepped on her belly to suppress her. Finally, he could eat his freshly heated can of pig food in peace...

It was late at night in the wilderness. Even with super speed and the ability to fly, reaching a 24-hour grocery store would require a considerable distance. Henry, feeling incredibly lazy, could only make do with the food stored in the lab.

As for the tiger struggling desperately under his feet, scratching him with its claws, of course it couldn't hurt the Kryptonian at all, nor could it escape the strange foot. At most, it would scratch the trouser leg, just to show its affection.

In a few bites, he finished the canned food. Henry finally let go of Katie and washed the dishes. Then he counted the remaining ingredients on the shelf, figuring out what he needed to make the new medicine.

Some raw materials can be obtained through legitimate channels, but some regulated ingredients are more difficult to obtain. Finding channels will cost you more money.

While it's essentially the same as buying over-the-counter medication—some are easier to find than others, requiring the black market—the price difference is enormous. It's no exaggeration to say that a single bottle of medication can cost a ton of raw materials.

Katie, now freed, lost her original desire to jump onto the table and instead turned around and followed Henry's butt. She bit and scratched Henry's trouser legs as if seeking revenge.

Even though she was pushed away lightly, Katie still rushed forward relentlessly to continue her unfinished work.

Okay. Playing with a tiger, a Kryptonian's physique is overwhelming in all aspects, so I'm afraid I won't be afraid. But it looks like it will wear out my pants...

In just a short while, although the pants were not torn into strips, the trouser legs were already in tatters.

However, Henry had also taken inventory of the materials and made a purchasing plan. Most of the expenses could be paid from the over 600,000 yuan in black money that was clearly hidden from view, without having to use the bank account.

Not to mention regulated materials, even unregulated materials can be sourced through underground suppliers. While the price may be higher, it can be purchased with dirty money. Compared to the high losses associated with money laundering, this price difference is still acceptable.

Furthermore, purchasing from public channels means that there is a record of your purchase. If you encounter CIA intelligence analysts, they may analyze your behavior based on these records.

This black money was also the reason why Henry wanted to make some medicine for backup. Previously, he would only make medicine when he needed it, and he had no habit of stockpiling medicine.

Lack of funds was one factor, but also the initial inability to estimate the amount of medication to be used. Producing something that wouldn't be used would be a sheer waste of money and time. This estimate was based on the experience gained over the past six months of operation.

As for the remaining money, Henry opened the secret door of a container house and put it into the safe in the cave.

It's not appropriate to keep this money in a black clinic or rented house. It's better to keep it in this remote laboratory.

Chapter 242 The Surveillance Police

There was a knock on the window of an old Ford parked on a dirty street, startling the two detectives, one old and one young, who were sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger seat and staring blankly at the alley entrance in the distance.

The old detective was much calmer and only glanced to confirm the person.

The young detective, on the other hand, had a more expressive expression. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Who! Oh, Senior Special Agent James, it's you."

The detective who was providing support from the LAPD saw the senior agent from the FBI get into the back seat and offered him donuts and coffee.

They needed these right now. Without hesitation, they took them and ate them.

Agent James then asked, "You've been monitoring for a day and a night. Have you seen the target person?"

"A white man with a scar on his face and black and white hair? I haven't seen anyone like that coming in or out of here." The young detective answered while eating.

The old detective added, "The alleys here are very complicated. It's not ruled out that the target came from another direction."

Agent James said awkwardly, "So, we can't confirm whether the target is here?"

"But we have discovered something." said the young detective.

"What's the situation?" asked Agent James.

The young detective replied, "Delivery drivers came in yesterday afternoon and evening. This neighborhood is very chaotic, and few businesses are willing to deliver here. But if someone does, I imagine the tip must be substantial. Anyone who can afford such extravagance must have made a fortune."

Agent James asked with concern, "Can you confirm?"

The young detective said, "Yesterday I went into the alley to check things out. The tinker's clinic was just as the tip had indicated. The iron door was half-down, indicating someone was inside.

"During our surveillance throughout the day yesterday, we saw someone who appeared to be injured enter the alley, possibly seeking medical attention. We didn't see them leave, so they might have gone in another direction."

Agent James asked, "Will he still be in there?"

"It seems the man's injuries aren't that serious. And according to the tip-off, this underground clinic doesn't accept patients. As long as he regains consciousness, he'll have to crawl out, even if he can't walk."

After hearing the answer, Agent James sat in the back seat, pondering for a moment. The two detectives in the front seat took the opportunity to quickly finish their food, which was almost instinctive for them.

After the two people in the front seat finished eating, Agent James asked again, "Can you confirm that the location you found is correct and that there should be someone inside?"

The young detective replied, "The Fixman's clinic is easy to spot. There's a graffiti sign on the roll-up door that says 'Fixman'. The storefront looks like a butcher's shop, with empty, transparent refrigerators."

"Can you confirm again?"

"Then I'll go take a look," the young detective said, then opened the door and got out of the car, walking naturally into the alley.

The old detective who was still in the car asked, "You're so anxious to confirm, could it be that the higher-ups are about to take action?"

Agent James said helplessly: "According to the illegal medical staff who were arrested, the repairman received a reward of one million in cash.

"Only a little over 380,000 yuan was seized, and the remaining money was in another handbag of the same design. Who wouldn't be tempted?"

"So have the higher-ups decided how to divide it?" the old detective asked bluntly.

Agent James's eyes flickered with regret. If his superiors had agreed to let him lead the raid, the matter would have been resolved long ago. But since he didn't agree, he could only follow his superiors' instructions.

He said: "As far as I know, the illegal funds will be divided equally and seized as evidence." As for which two sides, of course, they are the FBI and LAPD.

"Sure enough, there's a result, that's why you're so anxious," the old detective said calmly. "Then all that's left is to find a way to catch the tinker red-handed before he hides the money. At least we have to catch him."

"Yes, that's right. The longer we wait, the slimmer our chances become."

At this time, the young detective returned. Judging from his movements, he seemed to be familiar with this kind of thing, and it was very natural. He did not give people the impression of being guilty and attracting attention.

He pretended to be relaxed when he opened the car door, then returned to the passenger seat and said directly, "I've confirmed that the repairman's clinic also has a half-open iron door. I vaguely heard some noises inside. But I didn't want to attract attention, so I didn't go close to eavesdrop."

Agent James praised: "Well done, kid. I'll go contact someone. You guys get ready too." After that, he left the old Ford.

The young detective seemed a little unprepared and asked the older detective next to him, "What should we prepare for?"

"That means they'll start cordoning off the neighborhood, contacting the strike team, and preparing to close in and arrest the perpetrator. Our job is to keep an eye on them and make sure they don't leave."

Knowing what was about to happen, the two detectives, young and old, naturally perked up their spirits, keeping an eye on the alley entrance and closely watching anyone leaving. However, this wasn't a busy neighborhood, so there weren't many people coming in or out.

The young detective suddenly asked, "Let's just arrest the doctor, okay?"

"Is there anything wrong?" asked the old detective.

"There was news earlier about someone practicing medicine illegally. But the higher-ups never opened a case for investigation, so the matter was left unresolved. I thought everyone thought that as long as a silly doctor who could serve the poor didn't get into trouble, they'd leave him alone. Now they're going to arrest him again?"

"This is a big deal. To help investigate Andrew Saxon, a serial kidnapper, extortionist, murderer, and human trafficker, we need all the evidence we can get. The doctor who performed the surgery on him is definitely included."

"Haha, I almost believed it. If it weren't for the 600,000." The young detective made a complicated expression.

"Oh, without some incentive, how many policemen can support their families with that salary and not let their wives and children complain. Just think of it as overtime pay." The old detective secretly complained about the inhumane working hours.

The young detective didn't have as much resentment as the old detective, but he knew another thing: no matter what outsiders saw, the truth might not be what they imagined.

With his long career, he'd seen enough criminal cases to always find some seemingly 'necessary' reasons behind what they did. But in reality, it was all bullshit.

Good people may use good deeds as a pretext for evil, and bad people may use good deeds as a cover for evil. So the young detective wouldn't simply assume that a doctor who dedicated himself to serving the poor was a flawless good man. Who knew what he was up to behind the scenes?

So the young detective had no particular concern about whether to arrest the other party or not. No matter who it was, as long as they were brought to the police station and their background was checked, no one would be without shit under their pants.

The old detective actually thought about it more. He knew what the sword and shield graffiti on the iron door meant. But everyone who knew about it tacitly chose to forget it.

This is not about daring to challenge the meaning behind the symbol, but the opportunity may only come once.

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Chapter 243 Call the Police