Doctor Death in Action
The X-potion that Doctor Death carried was an improved version. Since there were no Mutants in the world besides him, he used a large number of human blood samples for genetic analysis to find commonalities at the genetic level and redeveloped the drug based on the original concept.
Of course, some of the substances needed for the potion are not found on Earth. This batch manufactured by Wei Xiuming used cargo carried on the Skrulls spaceship: Terrigen Crystal.
On Earth, Terrigen Crystal are known as Obelisk. They are technological products left behind by the Kree when they conducted genetic research and created cannon fodder on Earth. They can automatically detect whether a human body carries Inhuman race genes. If the test is successful, the Terrigen Crystal will activate the latent Inhuman genes, granting the person superpowers. If the person is just an ordinary person, the Terrigen Crystal's screening process will petrify them, causing their death.
Due to differences in civilization and the interruption of tradition, Earthlings could not understand the existence of the Terrigen Crystal, only knowing that it possessed great power. Red Skull even asserted that it had the ability to "explain death." After learning about the existence of the Infinity Stones, the Terrigen Crystal was once mistakenly believed to be one of the Infinity Stones.
This highlights the importance of technology. In the universe, Terrigen Crystal, though expensive, is not a rare treasure; at least the Skrulls had a large box of it on their ships for trading. On Earth, however, countless people spend their entire lives pursuing it and trying to unlock its secrets to gain the power to conquer the world.
A flashlight would have been an invaluable tool in the primitive era, but nowadays it's something you can buy for less than a hundred yuan at a convenience store.
As for who to sell the X-drug to, Wei Xiuming had already found someone. He had done so through the supercomputer when he was clearing out the vampires.
The backdoor left by Ain collected individuals who carried the genes of the Inhuman race but did not manifest them, and these individuals all shared a common trait: they were restless.
This is also a common problem among the vast majority of United States: the "happy education" makes them ignorant; being part of the only superpower on Earth makes them frivolous and arrogant; and individual heroism makes them obsessed with self-expression.
Right now, they're just ordinary people, and these common characteristics are inconspicuous in a crowd. But once they gain immense power, it's like a struggling writer who works as a day laborer on a construction site suddenly winning hundreds of millions in the lottery. That would make them completely arrogant, and given their personalities, they'd want to show off their superhuman uniqueness to the whole world—just look at Iron Man for a specific example.
Furthermore, United States' perception of themselves as the center of the world is amplified. Even if they can only deal with some minor villains and henchmen, they will still see themselves as the Avengers, the first-tier heroes who directly Thanos.
If it were people from the other side of the ocean, they would all act like they had a persecution complex. If they traveled to Marvel or Hokage and showed even a little bit of extraordinary talent or superpowers, they would worry about being targeted by Hydra and Danzo Shimura, the eternal scapegoats.
The people Wei Xiuming picked out were even more extreme. Poverty, laziness, psychological trauma caused by school violence and family environment, and the influence of the natural hierarchy of contempt in United States society all made the people on the list have extreme ideas. If power were given to these people, in this era where superheroes have not yet emerged one after another, they would definitely cause a lot of trouble.
This was his revenge.
After walking for a while, Doctor Death arrived at another bar. Although it wasn't dark yet, the place was already full of people, all of whom were burly, with menacing faces, big gold chains, and black sunglasses—the kind of people who didn't look like good guys at all.
These people were very quiet, drinking their drinks casually, barely making a sound even when they were chatting. This made the bartender, who was wiping the glasses for the thirty-fifth time behind the counter, feel uneasy.
They say a dog that bites doesn't bark, but these guys are unusually quiet, which means they're plotting something bad. He doesn't care if he doesn't get his money back for the drinks today; he just hopes they won't smash up his shop because they don't like the drinks.
The owner heard from someone that a few days ago, when a local gang caused trouble at a bar, they ran into some tough guys. The other side was one against ten, and the five of them beat them all up with their bare hands. Even when they used knives, they couldn't intimidate the other side. The gang even abandoned the street where the bar was located.
During this period, the gang that retaliated by resorting to underhanded tactics after encountering a tough opponent must have done so, but the bar managed to open without any delay, clearly indicating that the other side had a skilled person who countered their moves and thwarted their attacks.
But many people didn't believe in the superstition, especially those in gangs. After the original gang abandoned the street, other forces pounced on it like jackals smelling carrion.
Take the group of people sitting in his bar right now, for example. They belong to a gang called the Bad Ghost Gang. They make money by petty theft and extortion. Their biggest business is stealing a few cars. They are a nobody.
After the original gang withdrew, they thought they could take advantage of the situation to grow stronger and went directly to their doorstep...
In the owner's mind, he was hoping that the Bad Ghost Gang would smash up the bar, eliminating one competitor and making his business easier. However, the Bad Ghost Gang wasn't the first to run into trouble at that bar.
Not long ago, the members of the Bad Ghost Gang returned one by one with bruises and swelling on their faces. Almost all of them had visibly gained weight, and some of them still insisted on wearing sunglasses even in the dim indoor lighting.
Just as the bar owner was feeling uneasy, a tall man in a white suit pushed open the door and walked in. He looked old, but his physique was still robust.
"A bottle of Beck's Beer."
Doctor Death ordered a beer and then sat down at the bar to wait.
The bar owner whispered a reminder: "Beck's Beer is imported from Germany; it costs five times more than regular beer."
Doctor Death pulled a banknote from his pocket and slapped it on the bar. Too lazy to talk to him, he turned sideways and peered around the bar. When the opened beer was placed in front of him, he found his target.
Holding a beer in one hand and a suitcase in the other, Doctor Death walked to the corner and stood next to a black man who was less than 1.7 meters tall. "George Carl."
The man sitting at the same table as George Carl wanted to say something to Doctor Death, since his Bad Ghost Gang were all there, and although everyone was injured, many ants can kill an elephant.
But when he stood up and looked up into the eyes of the Doctor Death, which were devoid of any human emotion, he immediately deflated, picked up his leftover wine, and slunk away to sit at another table.
The thin George Carl tried to respond to Doctor Death in his usual tone, but was equally intimidated by his aura, and like a schoolboy being called on in class but unable to answer, he replied, "It's me."
Doctor Death placed the briefcase on the table, took a sip of beer, and said, "I've been observing you for a long time; you're exactly the person I've been looking for."