People from the Motherland: A Superman in a Black Robe

"Forget it, let's take a look at this."

Jupiter looked at Genos' crazy appearance, shook his head helplessly, and took out a safe from behind, opened it gently in front of Genos, revealing ten tubes of azure blue reagent inside.

"This is……"

Genos stared at the ten bottles of medicine in front of him.

"This is Compound V, a powerful potion that can change the human gene sequence, allowing ordinary people to obtain superpowers. However, it has certain side effects."

"I hope you can use your technology to help me improve and perfect this potion."

Jupiter stretched out his finger and pointed at the blue potion, and spoke to Genos.

"A potion that can give humans superpowers is interesting."

Genos took the test tube from Jupiter's hand. He looked at the liquid flowing in the glass test tube, exuding a bright blue light, like flowing sapphire, and smiled.

"By the way, don't let the potion users grow weird things after transforming my potion, and pay attention to the control of character, don't make failed products like Asura Unicorn, the teacher said , I think your creations are all rubbish and failures, except for rejuvenating drugs..."

With his arms wrapped around his well-trained chest muscles, Jupiter offered Genos a friendly suggestion of his own.

"Failure..."

"Except for rejuvenating drugs, it's all rubbish..."

Every word of Jupiter's words was heart-wrenching, making Genos feel dizzy for a while, the world was spinning, and the whole world was dark, and he was in too much pain.

"Actually, it's not that I don't have successful works. I still have a work that can be called successful, whether it is in character or ability."

Genos felt that he had to save some face no matter what, and he watched Jupiter preaching seriously.

"what?"

Jupiter looked at Genos suspiciously.

"Although you may not believe it, I think it is still necessary for you to understand that the zombie man who is currently the eighth S-class hero is the No. 66 sample who escaped from me, the immortal body sample."

Genos told Jupiter the secret he usually used to suppress the bottom of the box. The subtext of the words seemed to say, are you surprised that the S-level heroes who are several ranks higher than you are all from me? manufactured.

"Zombie man..."

Jupiter's eyes lit up after hearing what Genos said.

"Well, are you surprised by me?"

"It's not your fault. After I knew that bastard escaped from me, he became an S-class hero. Even I, the creator, was taken aback."

Genos looked at Jupiter triumphantly, his words were full of showing off.

"No, that's not it. I'm sorry for my mistake in decision-making."

Jupiter waved his hands after hearing what Genos said.

"A mistake in decision-making?"

Genos was taken aback when he heard this.

"yes……"

Jupiter doesn't explain anything.

He is indeed a little annoyed at the moment, he made a mistake in decision-making, his goal at the beginning was to harvest the abilities of all weirdos, but in fact, he can also harvest the genes of some heroes, such as the eighth-ranked zombie man in S-level.

As for the genes of other heroes other than Zombie Boy, the only thing Jupiter can see is Tornado, but Tornado's super power looks pretty good, but the energy level is too weak. When Poros came to the earth, a big octopus known as the first psychokinetic master in the universe would also come. When there is a substitute, Jupiter, who is the Appearance Association, will decide whether he is Who to kill, not to mention that big octopus is more in line with Jupiter's needs.

"Anyway, help me study this potion well."

"Remember not to mess around, just don't make any mess for me."

Jupiter patted Genos on the shoulder lightly, and spoke softly.

"Trust me a little bit! No matter how I say it, I am also one of the people with the highest IQ on this planet! And in terms of biology alone, I am confident that I am the highest-level existence other than the legendary gods gone."

Genos is full of confidence in himself. The will of nature on this planet, at best, can only create dragon-level weirdos, and as a doctor of the evolutionary family, he can also create dragon-level weirdos , that is to say, theoretically, he is not much worse than a god.

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Chapter 61 Justice Executed!

After bidding farewell to Dr. Genos, Jupiter began to look for the location of the zombie man...

Inside a dark warehouse.

A man in a windbreaker is hiding in the dark and watching everything secretly.

"Are there thirty enemies?"

After determining the number of enemies, the man took out two axes from under his windbreaker.

"Hey! You'd better get caught!"

Just like that, the man walked towards the group of thugs who were busy unloading their goods.

"what?"

"Who are you? Don't meddle in your own business!"

When the man in the windbreaker appeared in front of everyone, a gangster boy who couldn't see past, with a bit of displeasure flashing across his face, walked up to the man in the windbreaker.

"Please stop your delivery of prohibited items, otherwise I will intervene by force against you to stop their illegal behavior."

Facing the threat from the underworld younger brother, the man in the windbreaker spoke coldly with an incomparably calm expression.

"Do you guys know where this is?"

The underworld boy took out a pistol from his trouser pocket, put it on the man in the trench coat, and shouted loudly.

"It seems that there is no way to talk, if that's the case..."

The man in the windbreaker felt a little helpless. If he could, he didn't want to take the step of military intervention against human beings.

"bump!"

Just as the man in the windbreaker was about to strike, the roar of a bullet being fired from the barrel of the gun reached everyone's ears.

Accompanied by a string of bright red, the bullet directly shot through the man in the windbreaker's head.

"Forehead……"

For a moment, countless gangsters were dumbfounded. They didn't expect that someone would shoot directly, and it was a headshot.

"You guys are too slow, what's the point of talking nonsense with a guy like that?"

"Just one shot to kill."

Just when everyone was stunned, a man in a black suit with a cigar in his mouth came out of the room and yelled loudly at the gangsters.

"Big, big brother!"

All the underworld boys looked at the man who fired the gun, stood up straight, and bowed respectfully.

"Stop talking nonsense, and quickly dispose of this guy's body."

The underworld brother spoke coldly.

"As ordered!"

A group of gangster boys continued to bow and preach to the gangster brother.

"Really, it's too awkward."

Brother Mafia cursed and turned around.

"what!!!"

The moment the gangster turned around, there was a scream from behind him.

"Tsk~"

The underworld brother, who was already a little impatient, suddenly became angry when he heard the screams behind him, and turned around in displeasure.

"You bastards, what's your name?"

"Calm down for me, uh..."

The underworld brother who was in a bad mood turned around, looked at everything in front of him, and widened his eyes. He couldn't believe everything in front of him.

I saw the man who was shot in the head by him at the moment, standing on the spot without any injuries, while several of his subordinates were lying on the ground with their arms and legs cut off.

"Hey! That hit from you just now hurt me so much!"

The man in the windbreaker wiped the blood from his body, and showed a creepy smile towards the gangster brother.

"Damn monster!"

Beads of sweat dripped from the forehead of the gangster brother, and his hands were not slow.

"Clap clap clap..."

Facing the man in the windbreaker, he pulled the trigger continuously, and bullets shot through the man in the windbreaker.

"Ha ha……"

However, these bullets are useless to the man in the windbreaker.

The man in the windbreaker resisted the attack of the underworld boss, and walked towards the underworld boss step by step.

"Asshole! Come on, help me!"

Seeing that he was invincible, the underworld brother immediately greeted him loudly.

"Here we come, big brother!"

Following the call of the underworld boss, gangsters in black with sticks, knives and guns swarmed out of the room and surrounded the undead men in windbreakers.

"Hahaha……"

After the younger brothers walked out together, the underworld brother slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are alone, even if you are immortal? How can you fight with more than 20 of us?"

Brother Mafia wiped the sweat from his forehead, and once again started to plan.

"Are there more than 20 people?"

Hearing this, the man in the trench coat didn't change his expression. He held an ax in one hand and a sword in the other, and just confronted everyone like this.

"Hey hey hey..."

"I advise you to give up! I am a former B-level hero! You can't beat me as a quasi-A-level criminal now."

Among the underworld boys, one of them was holding a flying knife, sticking out his tongue to lick it back and forth on the flying knife in his hand from time to time, the man with a serious vibe said with a lewd smile.

"Yes, yes!"

The rest of the people followed what the man said.

"Quasi-class A criminal?"

After hearing what everyone said, the man in the windbreaker's expression darkened, as if he was a little displeased.

"Hey hey hey~"

"That's right! Now you know the gap in our strength, right?"

The man who claimed to be a quasi-A-level criminal was licking the throwing knife in his hand while laughing.

"gap?"

The man in the windbreaker didn't change his face, he muttered in his mouth, fighting with a group of underworld boys.

In an instant, the man in the windbreaker had several stab wounds on his body, but the man in the windbreaker didn't care at all, he traded wounds for wounds like a madman.

"Neuropathy."

The underworld brother looked a little scared at the man in the windbreaker who kept waving the blade, and cursed in a low voice.

It has to be said that the windbreaker man's fighting method of ignoring injuries is really powerful, and soon someone fell into his hands.

I saw the man in the windbreaker cut off a person's leg and foot with a knife.

"Forehead……"

Seeing the miserable appearance of the man who had lost his legs and feet, everyone suddenly became a little apprehensive and stopped their movements, for fear that they would lose the people here all at once. A salary of one block is not worth working hard for.

"Who else?"

The man in the windbreaker returned to normal again, preaching coldly.