Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Unstable and with side effects represent an unpredictable mutation; with a large enough base, one could gamble their life to find a true patriot.

Stable, without side effects, but it sacrifices this unpredictable mutation.

It can also easily lead to a fixed upper limit.

Take Homelander for example. His strength and defensive capabilities have basically stabilized within this range, so training is meaningless for him because he can no longer improve.

This is the truly unacceptable flaw for Matthew.

With strength in the thousands of tons, super defense, and flight capabilities, they are very versatile, but Matthew believes that whether it is Astartes, Raven, or Grey Knight, their potential is limitless.

Sooner or later, they will be able to grow to that level, or even far surpass it.

Forget it, let the scientists in the genetics department worry about these things.

Regardless, the six months of check-in was definitely worth the wait.

Matthew stood up from the pool, and the housekeeper Omily, who had been waiting for him, came out and handed him a towel.

Matthew accepted the towel without hesitation, wiped his body, and walked into the villa.

Tonight is really nice.

......

Hell's Kitchen is a remote, old car repair shop.

Frank was shirtless, and a variety of weapons were laid out on the metal table in front of him.

The variety of light and heavy weapons is very complete.

His strong physique and muscles, along with his extremely cold face, created an incredibly imposing presence.

He likes tonight.

Because of the snowy night, he killed many more criminals.

Besides the weapons on the table, there was an information chart hanging on a blackboard not far away.

The above is his record of the Hell's Kitchen gang information breakdown.

Large and small, connected by red lines.

Frank is a warrior, but not a reckless one, even now that his body has been enhanced and he possesses a physique beyond that of ordinary people.

However, he still doesn't underestimate others.

After all, there are quite a few talented people in Hell's Kitchen.

Take Luke, for example, that big black guy.

He is impervious to swords and spears; ordinary weapons cannot penetrate his defenses.

Frank had even devised a series of wicked plans to break through the opponent's defenses.

This is his habit.

He turned his head and glanced at the infographic, locking onto a picture of a gang leader.

He decided that the next person he needed to find was him.

Frank was full of energy, and just as he was about to finalize his plans, his brow suddenly furrowed, and he quietly picked up a gun from the table and prepared to retreat.

But a familiar voice rang in my ears.

"Frank, you're still so cautious. It took me quite a while to avoid your traps."

Upon hearing this sound, Frank, who was about to retreat, stopped and looked ahead. At the entrance of the workshop, there was a seemingly messy, narrow passage with only one entrance and exit.

From the shadows, a bald black man wearing a black leather overcoat and a black eyepatch over his left eye emerged.

"Frey?"

"It's been a long time."

Frank showed no joy at seeing his old friend; instead, he frowned and looked wary.

He had known Nick Fury for a long time.

However, that first meeting wasn't a very happy one.

Frank knew Nick Fury's abilities well, and he had never seen Nick Fury since he disappeared after that incident.

But I never expected that this time the other party would actually come to me.

I heard you haven't been doing too well lately.

Nick Fury walked up to Frank with a confident and unhurried voice, sounding somewhat weak.

Frank noticed this keenly and asked in surprise, "You're injured?"

"In fact, I am already dead."

Nick Fury made a dark joke.

Frank remained unmoved; he understood the underlying meaning and coldly replied, "I don't want to get involved in your affairs, Fury."

"I have my own things to do."

"What if I told you I could tell you the truth about how your family was murdered?"

Chapter 204 This World is Corrupted (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing Nick Fury's words, even the usually aloof Frank's expression changed.

He stared intently at Nick Fury in front of him.

A terrifying aura spread out.

Like an enraged lion staring at its prey.

Even Nick Fury, a former top agent with an exceptionally calm and collected demeanor, felt the pressure.

He was somewhat surprised.

He pondered to himself.

Frank seemed different from the person he knew. That look in his eyes, that pressure—it was something no ordinary person could do.

Could something have happened to Frank that I don't know about during this time?

As a former "old friend".

Nick Fury knew all too well how terrifying Frank was.

Nick Fury knew long ago that Frank was undoubtedly the pinnacle of human individual combat power, ranking at the highest level of 10 according to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rating system.

So after Frank's incident, Nick Fury continued to keep an eye on him.

He even personally investigated and uncovered the truth behind the murder of Frank's family.

He was just waiting for the day when he could use this opportunity to curry favor with Frank, ideally bringing him under his wing or at least forming a partnership.

But this time he couldn't wait.

Nick Fury needs Frank's help, so he risks exposure and travels to Hell's Kitchen in New York to find Frank.

As he pondered, Frank's cold voice rang in Nick Fury's ear.

What do you want me to do?

“Help me cleanse my enemies,” Nick Fury answered without hesitation.

This is an interesting statement.

Nick Fury wasn't referring to a single enemy, but rather many.

Frank understood.

So he refused.

"My time is limited."

“It won’t waste your time, Frank.”

Frank fell silent.

But the silence did not last long.

His determination to avenge his family made him willing to pay any price.

He has been investigating the truth for so long, but progress has been very slow.

He has been unable to find the real culprit behind the scenes for a long time; the other party is hiding too well.

Nick Fury might be the only one who knows the truth, and he can't let this opportunity slip by.

“I agree, but you know the consequences of deceiving me, Fury.”

"of course."

When Nick Fury saw Frank agree, he was not surprised and nodded slightly.

A cold glint flashed in his one eye.

Pierce, your end is near.

And Frank, what exactly happened to you?

........

Sokovia, Novigler.

As the capital of a country, this place has no wealth, no peace, only decay.

Novigler is surrounded by the steep, deep green foothills of the Carpathian Mountains. The city stretches along a river valley, through which a muddy river flows, with dense residential and industrial areas on both banks.

But the atmosphere here is very oppressive.

It has long been a chessboard for great power rivalry, and the air is thick with weariness, vigilance, and suppressed anger.

The central square of the old town.

A huge gray slate square stands with bronze statues of Soviet-era heroes, holding aloft flags and rifles, surrounded by brutalist government buildings, an opera house, and a post office.

The exterior walls are faded and peeling, bearing anti-war slogans, hatred of America, Tony Stark's slogans, and bullet holes.

Winter in December.

Large numbers of Sokovia residents, men, women, and children, walked side by side beneath old apartment buildings and along the stone steps of the square, their faces filled with resentment and exhaustion.

They are in a march.

People held up tattered banners and black-and-white photos of the deceased, their shouts in Slavic languages ​​low and subdued, each one a condemnation of the trauma inflicted by war.

The procession moved slowly forward, with shouts and cheers rising and falling from the crowd.

"The war took away our families."

"Reject endless disputes."

"Don't let Sokovia become a battlefield again."

"We just want to live a peaceful life."

Some people held up photos of the victims, their angry shouts filled with grief and indignation. The people along the street stood solemnly, echoing the protests in unison.

It has suffered from war for many years, and the flames of war have even swept through Sokovia's capital.

Everywhere there are dilapidated buildings and ever-increasing prices.

Countless people lost their homes, friends, and jobs because of this. They did not enjoy peace, but only the trauma and suffering brought by war.

The meager wages earned by everyone after a hard day's work are barely enough to buy a few loaves of bread.

Many people cannot afford to support their families.

Many people have no choice but to beg on the streets.

This is what Sokovia used to be like, if it weren't for the fact that a few months ago, someone funded the church and several welfare homes and orphanages.

More people will die.