Peter didn't pay much attention to these details. Instead, he simply projected the centrifuge-separated blood samples onto the computer screen via an electron microscope, then compared the non-human genome to the human genome within them. Since the Super Soldier Serum essentially integrates into the human genome, this gene comparison was actually greatly simplified.
"By comparing different mutated gene targets, we can find out which of Luke's genes are similar to Captain America's, allowing them to bind with the Erskine Serum—I mean, the original Super Soldier Serum."
"And then?"
Jessica asked, looking at the busy Spider-Man. Peter simply replied, "The principle of the Super Soldier Serum is to activate the reverse transcriptase and reverse transcriptase enzymes in the Super Soldier Serum injected into the subject's body through Vita-Ray radiation, converting the protein components in the serum into RNA or DNA sequences that can adapt to the subject's gene sequence, participating in subsequent cell division and replication processes."
"So if Luke and Captain America were able to receive the Super Soldier Serum injection because of specific gene sets, or at least if Hydra believes so, then we can find a clue. We can extract DNA fragments from those non-human gene sets and compare them to find similar fragments, and then..."
Jessica looked helplessly at Daredevil. "I didn't understand a single word."
"Then just listen to what needs to be done. Ready, Cage? We need to go." Daredevil simply acted according to the plan. Honestly, appearing here in broad daylight made him a bit uncomfortable, but it couldn't be helped; this matter was indeed urgent, so much so that Peter had even taken a day off specifically to deal with it.
There was nothing more Luke Cage could do in the lab now, so they were off to execute another part of the plan: stirring the grass to startle the snake, while this side was left to Spider-Man.
Simultaneously, a satellite phone rang. This satellite phone was connected to the Fantastic Four's private satellite, the world's smartest people's communication channel. Peter borrowed it, hoping to maximize his evasion of Hydra's surveillance.
On the other end of the line was Black Cat, who had already infiltrated a hospital. She sat with her legs crossed in front of a computer, swinging the satellite phone in her hand.
"Any progress?"
"Of course. According to the leads from our detective friend, the church hospital where Tandy Bowen regularly goes definitely has a problem. All patient blood samples from this hospital are sent to one of its labs for testing. The purpose of the test is unclear." Black Cat typed on the keyboard, easily breaching the hospital's insecure systems and retrieving potential targets. "If we temporarily filter for individuals under forty, with no genetic diseases, no history of drug addiction, and no disabilities, there are still many."
Due to the American healthcare system, most doctors are family doctors who have complete medical histories for each of their patients, which makes information gathering very convenient.
"Did you bring the program I sent you? To search social media for keywords, looking for missing persons or other reports?"
According to Jessica Jones, Tandy Bowen went missing just a few hours after Luke Cage's jailbreak. Combined with knowing she was "Dagger," Peter could boldly predict she was also one of Hydra's experimental subjects. And Black Cat, as a thief with specialized skills, was naturally the best person to complete this task.
"I joined the detective agency two years before you did; I know better than you how a detective should operate. Currently, there are three individuals matching the criteria: Tandy Bowen is one, and the other two are..."
Peter noted down the names and residences of these two individuals, then handed the information to Jessica. Giving this kind of task to a professional detective was, naturally, the simplest thing to do. As for the more fundamental genome information, even if he knew it, Peter couldn't widely compare it with hospital databases; that would only expose him.
All this preliminary preparation was necessary, as the next step was to stir the grass to startle the snake.
Luke Cage was the one stirring the grass.
To draw out the snake, Luke suggested that he directly sue the U.S. government, thereby attracting Hydra's attention. However, Matt proposed a better option: for Luke to become a superhero, at least a temporary one. This would help him gain a better public image and leverage in public opinion.
Even if it came down to a court case later, the impression a victim of U.S. military human experimentation who still chose to become a hero would leave on a jury would be completely different from just a victim.
As for where a super-soldier like him could take action, it could only be said that with Kingpin imprisoned, New York City was certainly not lacking in various gang wars.
In a residential building in Manhattan, an intense shootout was taking place. The police captain in charge had cordoned off the area but wasn't taking any action. He casually sipped his coffee, listening to the gunshots inside. A gang shootout was happening here; two gangs were fighting for control of the building.
What did a gang shootout have to do with him? Neither side was Kingpin's people anyway, so he didn't need to get involved in this messy situation. He'd just wait for them to finish, then the police would clean up.
A mother knelt beside the police captain, pleading bitterly, "My child is still inside! You can't just stand by and watch!"
"I'm very sorry, madam, but I need to be responsible for the safety of my officers." The captain sipped his coffee, shaking his head. "If you truly care about your child's safety, you should choose a safer neighborhood instead of living with these gang members."
The gunshots inside gradually subsided, seemingly signaling the end of the battle. The police captain put down his coffee, preparing to go in and retrieve the bodies of the gang members and the lady's child. Suddenly, the third-floor window shattered, and two gang members were thrown out, smashing into a police car. Then, the captain watched, dumbfounded, as a muscular, bald Black man, carrying a small boy, leaped from the third-floor window. His white tank top was riddled with countless bullet holes, but he himself was completely unharmed.
The man walked up to the captain and handed the child he was carrying to the woman. She was incredibly grateful, thanking him profusely, and asked for his name.
There seemed to be a moment of hesitation. Luke didn't even use his current fake name.
"My name is Power Man, madam."
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