Kryptonite Found on Earth

"How is this possible? Why would Earth have something like this?" Henry looked incredulous. He struggled to crawl backward in the aisle in front of the seat, hoping to get away from the terrifying green light.

The greatest power a human being can have is the power to control the life and death of others. When someone's life is in your hands, you may have the illusion that you are omnipotent.

John Garrett was like that. He even found the box too heavy, so he grabbed a few green stones from inside and threw away the thick lead box.

The reason there are several is that his technicians collected all the ores that emit green light or are naturally green. Some even require refining and concentration to produce a high-purity green light.

This scene terrified Henry; his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. How dare this guy! He had a bunch of scientists working under him; hadn't anyone warned him?

"Are you scared? That's good. It seems your purpose has been decided. A super soldier with such obvious weaknesses is useless in actual combat. We need to find other ways to make you useful."

"Wait, hold on. I have other valuable possessions. I have access to Stark Studios ' supercomputer, ' Hollywood Kid.' This is a supercomputer built by Stark Industries, one of the most advanced computers in the world today."

"Didn't you already resign? Why do you still have access?"

"I have a backdoor. When I was still inside, I created a private, high-privilege user, D. In addition to using ' Hollywood Kid's' computing power, I could also monitor other people's usage and arbitrarily intercept data."

"Why do you think a film company's resources can be used as leverage?"

"And that woman? Secret information on all Hollywood actresses. This is something only someone who becomes the head of a film company could possibly know. It's been compiled by a special person and delivered to our desk. With that information, you can have any actress you want."

"Women? Can't you offer something more important? Why do you think women are such a valuable resource?"

They're nothing but sluts. Pointing a gun at someone doesn't matter if they have the information or the money.

"Sixty million! Sixty million yen! The settlement Sony paid me. It's in my bank account."

"Is it possible that you might not hand over such a large sum of money, or that handing it over could buy your life?"

"Also, I know some secrets—"

"Enough! We're an intelligence agency; our specialty is uncovering secrets. Do you think you know more than we do?"

But I must say.

"Why do I feel like you're stalling for time? You don't actually think someone's coming to rescue you, do you? Tony Stark, that guy's in New York. You're going to be in a lot of trouble waiting for him to get here."

"But I don't think we need to wait that long. It should be almost done by now." Henry sat on the ground, his initial panic turning into a mocking expression, pointing at the man walking towards him. He then wiped the area under his nose.

John Garrett had not anticipated this sudden turn of events and was momentarily taken aback.

Henry continued, "Didn't your technical advisor tell you that a glowing stone means it releases extremely strong alpha?"

Radiation interacts with its crystal structure.

"This means the radiation level is visibly excessive, and you still dared to hold it directly in your hand! I bet the brightest one is uranium, which generally only produces a green glow under ultraviolet light."

"So, what kind of processing did this stone undergo? Can you tell me? By the way, how did you manage to get your hands on something like this, and even dare to hold it? What are the other green stones? Can you tell me about them?"

Henry got up as if nothing had happened, dusting off the dust from his backside. His action startled the other men in black suits, who drew their guns and aimed, not daring to relax their guard for a moment.

Only then did people notice their boss's appearance. The man closest to John Garrett mimicked Henry's earlier gesture, touching the area below his nose as if to warn his boss. Unexpectedly, this touch revealed something amiss to them as well.

Recalling Henry Brown's words, they seemed to realize something and subconsciously distanced themselves from John Garrett. But by then, it was too late to keep their distance.

John Garrett wiped his nose, revealing a streak of blood. He paused, then cursed, "Fuck! What happened?"

"Chernobyl, Three Mile Island —with so many Deadman samples, you should be able to refer to them. If you don't learn your lesson, then there's nothing I can do. Hopefully, you've researched anti-radiation drugs after those two experiences. But will it be too late to take them afterward?"

"So this is what you've been waiting for, waiting for this stuff to poison me!" John Garrett said angrily.

Henry said with a helpless look, "Maybe it's just green fluorite, but you found a particularly bright, high-purity fluorite. Although that stuff also has radiation, it's not that harmful to the human body."

"Who knew you'd actually bring out something like this, and even dare to hold it in your hands. You should know I'm exposed to the same radiation as you, but it seems my tolerance is higher than yours."

"Perhaps you can bear with it a little longer, because I feel like those stones are working on me too. Ah~ ah, I feel weak, I'm dying, I'm dying. Hahaha!"

Henry, unable to suppress his laughter, leaned back in his movie theater seat, chuckling softly.

"You damned—" John Garrett threw down the deadly stone in his hand and shouted, "Take him down!"

The men in black suits who had drawn their pistols seemed to realize that their "Kryptonite" was ineffective and that the man was bulletproof. So they simply put away their guns and pounced on him from all sides like bears.

Without a word, Henry pulled a Uzi submachine gun from his back, and gunfire erupted.

The group wisely lowered their heads and bent over, running away with standard tactical movements, leaving no one behind. Even John Garrett, the guy who had been urging everyone to charge, ran just as fast as the others.

Looking at the empty movie theater, Henry placed the gun on the seat beside him. He first put the green stones back into the lead box and closed the lid, then sat down again to watch the classic film, * Gone with the Wind *.

I bought a ticket to get in, don't waste it.

But before long, someone else came to bother us!

This time, the person who came made it clear, shouting directly, "LAPD, don't move!"

Henry, who had been arrested and put in the back seat of the police car, watched as a group of police officers searched the movie theater several times before gathering around the "Uzi submachine gun" that had been found earlier, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Because this is a toy gun with a very realistic gun sound, but the barrel is solid and there is no bolt action, so it cannot use magazines. It also cannot fire plastic BBs.

"So, the gunshots reported earlier, heard inside the movie theater, were made by this toy gun? Is that right, Mr. Brown?"

"Yes, unless you find a second submachine gun in the movie theater with my fingerprints on it. And then it's a movie prop, not a toy gun," Henry, handcuffed in silver bracelets, answered dutifully.