Night.
shady dealings.
A port in New York Harbor.
The shadowy black figure was swaying in the darkness.
"Listen, you better bring something good!" A gruff voice echoed through the silent darkness. The speaker was a tall, black man with dreadlocks. His muscles bulged his skin, making it look as if it would burst with the slightest effort. At his waist and in his hands, he wielded lethal weapons.
"As long as you have enough money." A thin man in a black suit stood calmly opposite the big black man.
The black man waved his hand, signaling his men behind him to bring out two large boxes. He placed them on the ground, entered the code, and opened them, revealing the neatly arranged banknotes inside. "Cash, two million per box."
The thin man in the black suit squatted down, carefully examined it, and nodded. He pulled a small silver briefcase from his back. He opened it in front of the black man, revealing two blood-like injections inside.
"Is this the good stuff you were talking about?" The black man looked at the two injections, thinking only of violence and killing. His mind, which was only wired for violence, couldn't fathom why these two insignificant injections could be sold for two million dollars each! In his opinion, the money would be better spent on buying more weapons, recruiting more followers, and grabbing more territory. That was tangible profit.
But this was a task assigned to him by his boss, and even if he didn't understand it, he had to obey it. Otherwise, even though he was a good fighter, if he angered the boss behind him, he would be punished.
"Yes, this is the latest biotechnology from a laboratory. These two injections could save your life if you're on the verge of death." The thin man in the black suit closed the two safes containing the banknotes and lifted them up with difficulty, one in each hand. "Then we'll see each other again. I hope we can do business again."
Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out in the quiet harbor, and the surrounding peaceful darkness suddenly turned into a dangerous beast, madly warning everyone present.
"Did you bring other people with you?" The big black man subconsciously hid his body behind a container, angrily picked up the man in the black suit with one hand, and growled at him face to face.
"No, I only informed you. Believe me!" The man in the black suit was lifted in the air, struggling with difficulty breathing.
"You'd better pray that this is the case, otherwise you know the consequences." The black man threatened viciously and dropped him from mid-air to the ground.
Soon, there were intensive gunshots and flames in the port.
This scene that night would happen in almost every dark area in the coming period. In these areas, order was very weak, and these were areas where gangs and people from the dark world were stationed and lived.
…
"Sir, approximately ten people used that injection when they were on the verge of death." Hawkeye Clint Barton reported to his superior while placing a pocket memory device with a specially designed interface on Nick Fury's desk. He pressed his finger on it and pushed it forward. "This is the recorded image."
"Very good, Agent Patton. Next, take your men to keep a close eye on those ten people. Every change in each of them every day, what they ate, who they met, what they did, no matter how big or small. Even if he ate one more bowl of rice today than yesterday, I want to know. Do you understand?" Nick stretched forward, took the storage disk that Clint pushed over in his right hand, and asked Clint with his one-eyed look.
"Understood, sir." Clint nodded.
"We'll seize this mission; at least the payout is generous." Nick blinked. He'd taken ten self-healing injections and one longevity injection from Luke. Ten self-healing injections had netted him twenty million dollars. It wasn't much, but it was a good start, wasn't it? The big payout was still to come.
But Nick was also prepared to help clean up and wipe the floor if the experiment failed unexpectedly. Clint was the first line of defense, acting as both monitor, recorder, and cleaner.
Watching Clint leave, Nick inserted the storage disk with a special interface into the matching instrument interface, opened the video inside and played it out.
The screen was a bit dark, and the night vision footage looked a bit dull. Nick kept fast-forwarding the video. He didn't care to watch these gang transactions, gunfights, and other messy things. He just wanted to see what he wanted to see. As the video kept fast-forwarding, the first scene he wanted to see appeared. A large black man, covered in blood and with two gunshot wounds, struggled to inject a tube of bright red medicine into himself, pushing the bright red medicine into his body.
Under Nick's earnest gaze, the previously dying black man suddenly twitched and twisted twice, his entire body half-hunched. The wounds on his body scabbed over at a visible speed, then fell away, revealing the new skin beneath the scabs. Even more remarkable, new strength surged within him, supporting him to quickly leave.
…
Hebron.
Luke looked through the test data and videos that Nick had sent back these days. There were even a few control hospital physical monitoring records, which were also brought back by Nick's powerful agents.
"When placed on a human body, it exhibits a certain belligerence and becomes agitated by the sight of blood, but lacks a bloodthirsty urge. It is controllable."
"After the injection, the user will enter a state of frantic hunger and will need a large amount of food to make up for the body's previous consumption."
"This self-healing property will persist for a certain period of time after use, but the effect will weaken over time and eventually return to normal. During the duration of the effect, the recipient's physical fitness will increase to a certain extent, becoming more sensitive, stronger, and more numb to pain."
"One of the subjects exhibited a certain blood frenzy. Upon seeing blood, they lost control and became extremely aggressive. However, those with strong willpower were able to control themselves, while those with weaker control would return to normal after two or three minutes of venting. The other nine subjects did not exhibit this blood frenzy."
"Note: After investigation, the only case of a person with the blood fanatic trait was found to be a vampire lover in real life, possessing a certain fascination with the blood caused by violence. The anomaly may be related to this psychology."
"The longevity potion is still in the process of selecting test subjects."
Luke closed the information with satisfaction. Although Nick Fury was a bit black-hearted, he was still very satisfactory as a collaborator most of the time.