roar!
The invader who was a parasite had a complex expression on his face that was hard to tell whether it was pain or pleasure. There was only a white patch of white in his eyes, and saliva was flowing from the corners of his mouth like a hungry beast seeing its prey. No matter what, he did not look normal at the moment.
Luke took a step back. The intruder, strapped to the lab table, roared like a wild animal and struggled to break free. The force of his struggle was so great that even the bindings stretched, as if they had become elastic.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his senses, and the spider-sense meme he harvested from An Jing was frantically alerting Luke. Of course, his spider-sense was far inferior to Peter Parker's original version, at least in terms of sensitivity and range. But at close range, it was enough for Luke.
whoosh!
The experimental subject on the experimental table suddenly disappeared, and then faced Luke. The five fingers were like the claws of a wild beast, and they went straight to Luke's heart at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Bang!
However, the extremely sudden attack of the experimental subject was still blocked.
A hexagonal light shield was blocking its claws. Although it looked only a thin layer and as fragile as gold foil, it was extremely strong.
[Analysis:
Attacker's attack method: physical, energy
Special Energy: Dark Evil, Magic
Features: Mental parasitism, control,
Analysis of the attacker's physical fitness: critical state [potential explosion]
In-depth analysis: resolved
Information: Unknown mental parasite
Race: Human
Weaknesses: Magic, Holy Light, ...
Soul Crystal Energy Transformation]
The hexagonal light shield suddenly expanded to more than one person's height in an instant. The energy properties on it had been converted into holy light. When the light shield expanded, it sent out a violent energy shock wave. The experimental subject was caught off guard and was blown away by the light shield that exploded after it was unfolded. His skin was like being splashed with boiling water, and blisters appeared all over his body.
A spear of light, hurled at a treacherous angle, pierced the subject before it even hit the ground, pinning him to the floor. Unlike the previous intruder, this subject, pierced by the spear, still managed to struggle. He grasped the spear lodged in his chest and abdomen with both hands, slowly pulling it out. His grip on the spear felt like a branding iron, emitting a sizzling sound as flesh burned.
However, 002 was already under Luke's control, and he added four more spears, nailing the opponent's limbs to the ground.
[Status: Imprisoned by mental parasitic consciousness
Experimental subject: Excessive physical exhaustion, endangered
Result: Capture]
When Luke's eyes fell on the experimental subject, the battle suit on his body also updated the corresponding information in his mind in a timely manner.
Even though the experimental subject was nailed to the ground by five light spears, he still struggled with all his might, but his struggle looked weak and powerless.
"Stop struggling, you need my first aid now." Luke walked up to the experimental subject on the floor and said to him condescendingly.
roar!
The test subject's response was just a meaningless roar.
"It seems that he has no intelligence. It's a pity that we can't communicate." Luke looked at the experimental subject with regret. He remembered the old bat who worked hard and could conquer himself, allowing him to conduct various experiments on himself and telling him all kinds of intelligence information in exchange for his freedom.
Although the other party did not get the freedom he wanted, at least it made Luke's boring experimental process more colorful.
"Let's take a longevity potion and see what happens." Luke took a shot of the potion from the vampire lab and injected it directly into the rapidly declining, now dying test subject. If this scene were seen by the outsiders frantically chasing the longevity potion and fighting openly and secretly for quotas, they would probably be heartbroken and curse at the waste of natural resources.
However, the truth is so funny, Luke has plenty of things that others desire but cannot get. Even if he has sufficient raw materials, he has only increased the quota several times.
Several times the increase might seem like a significant increase, but for those waiting in line for the longevity potion, it wasn't a drop in the bucket, but it was certainly a stretch. This was especially true as more people joined the queue to scramble for a quota, and Luke's quota for the longevity potion was temporarily fixed, making the competition increasingly fierce.
Regardless, Luke had the final say on how the longevity potion was made, including the specific process flow, raw material consumption, and the ratio of yield to failure. After all, he was the only one with the technology to create the longevity potion, making him the undisputed authority in the field! His words were, of course, undeniable.
Even if someone has doubts, they can only keep the doubts in their hearts.
Even if a large enterprise is lucky enough to have the technology to make longevity potions, as long as the other party is a businessman, they will undoubtedly join him and stand in the same camp with him.
After all, raw materials are currently limited, which means that the number of injections such as longevity potions is limited, and it is impossible to roll them out on a large scale for the time being. So, under such limited quantity conditions, isn't it natural to use the least consumption and strive to earn the most profits and connections?
Look, Nick Fury never asked Luke about the production of the longevity potion. He even indirectly reminded him that it would be best to maintain the current shipment volume, or even reduce production from time to time. Because Nick's goal was never to make the so-called high-ranking officials live longer or even immortal, he simply wanted to get more power and funding from the high-ranking officials.
Nick had a good idea, figuring out a few things. For example, the raw materials for the longevity potion weren't as high quality as Luke's limit, and even the quantity was perfectly adequate. But why was an adequate supply necessary? The value of an item was only realized when it was scarce, when people were vying for it.
There is sufficient supply, so why do we still need him as a middleman?
How could he bargain with his superiors based on his quota of longevity potion, and discuss issues like how much funding should be increased next year, and how many shares and money a certain giant company should donate to S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Aside from those truly craving the longevity potion, the vested interests naturally devoured it. Some of those in need might even not care, confident they could secure their quota and afford it. Aren't the annual medical expenses and quota fees just expensive? Those are minor issues. Using the longevity potion as a touchstone, a new class system and a new niche of interests will be reclaimed quickly.