As a senior DEA agent, Norman Stansfield had been the victim of a lot of complaints.
It wasn't rare for DEA agents to use excessive force.
A DEA that didn't have such complaints was definitely a fake DEA.
But Norman had gotten into trouble with NYPD a few times because his team had "accidentally killed" the family of drug dealers.
Thus, it was already the umpteenth time that he had been stopped by Luke, an NYPD detective.
Overall, Norman Stansfield himself wasn't a big deal, but the DEA behind him really wasn't to be trifled with.
NYPD and the DEA had been at loggerheads a few times before, but in the end, nothing had come of it.
Luke understood why.
Just like how the DEA couldn't ask NYPD to hand over their officers, NYPD couldn't ask the DEA to hand over Norman.
Unless they were caught red-handed, it would be a game of compromise between the higher-ups. It was very difficult for two major law enforcement agencies to fall out over one or two employees.
Luke had resisted the idea of killing Norman and the others because he didn't want to use his true self to provoke the DEA.
He simply noted Norman down in his little black notebook, and placed him at the top of the list.
He didn't have the patience to deal with scum like this slowly.
Mulling over Norman's matter, Luke returned to the lab.
Selina and Gold Nugget were eating takeout. She could still sense the displeasure in Luke's expression. She asked, "What happened?"
Luke didn't hide anything. He told her about how Norman and the DEA had broken into the drug dealers' house and killed their entire family.
Selina paused. "This person killed children?"
Luke nodded. "The trafficker's eldest daughter was only sixteen, and his youngest son was four."
"The DEA doesn't care?" Selina suddenly felt that the hamburger in her hand had lost its taste.
Luke said, "If everyone's dead, no family members will bother him. That's probably what he thinks."
Selina was silent as she stared at him.
Luke glanced at her. "What are you thinking? We're good detectives from NYPD. "
Selina blinked. "So?"
Luke picked up a cheese fry and stuffed it into his mouth. "So, what the New York vigilantes, who were inspired by Batman, want to do is none of our business."
Selina nodded in satisfaction and took a big bite of her burger. "I think the legend of Knee Breaker can also appear in New York."
Luke quickly shook his head. "Let's not."
"Huh?"
Luke said, "Go find Sponge and extract the materials for the interrogation course. She'll give you everything you want. Injuries but not dying, serious injuries to death, or slow death, there were all kinds of possibilities. It's always good to learn more things. "
Selina was surprised. "Why didn't you tell me before?"
Luke finished another burger. "I did it for you earlier. I didn't want these scumbags to dirty your hands."
"Oh," Selina replied and continued eating her lunch.
After lunch, Luke started to get busy.
After preparing for half an hour, he lay on the bed in the medical room and activated all kinds of monitoring and nursing equipment. Then, with a thought, the mental number on the system panel jumped to 40.
Almost instantly, he felt as if his brain was being electrocuted, which quickly turned into a more complicated feeling.
Luke, who had performed electrotherapy on himself, felt as if his head had turned into a huge battery that was discharging electricity crazily.
Numbness, pain, and numbness filled Luke's head, and he burst into tears.
This was not because he was afraid, but because the excessive stimulation had caused his tear glands to go out of control.
Luke finally cried out, "Ahhhhh, it's still as deadly as ever!"
With Elementary Self-Healing, he had already done all kinds of tests on his body. To others, these tests would be considered self-mutilation.
Thus, Luke, who was usually unscathed when he was working cases, could actually be considered a veteran on the battlefield. He had been shot many times, and he had chosen different calibers and functions to experiment with.
Ordinary people would never be able to experience that kind of exhilaration.
But the pain from those gunshot and knife wounds was relatively simple, while what Luke was experiencing right now was a "compound" pain.
A few minutes later, an even stranger and more uncomfortable stage began.
As his mental strength increased, Luke's consciousness, which had always been stable and clear, gradually became blurry. All kinds of tiny fragments of consciousness kept appearing and quickly disappearing, making his mind feel like it was a carnival, and a lot of fancy things were spinning around in his head.
At this point, his memories were no longer clear.
It was a dream, but not a dream. His current state was chaotic and disorderly. His consciousness seemed to have fallen into a kaleidoscope and was spinning wildly inside, but he couldn't escape.
It felt like a nightmare.
Only the monitoring equipment in the medical room silently protected him to ensure that his life wasn't in danger.
At a certain moment an hour later, Luke suddenly woke up from this chaotic and torturous state.
Almost in an instant, his originally chaotic consciousness had basically returned to a normal state, as if someone had pressed a button to restore it.
"Fako, I've finally made it!" He subconsciously shook his head to make sure that he wasn't dreaming, before he said, "Osiris, how's my body?"
"Sir, there was an abnormality in your brain temperature. I've used physical cooling methods to control it, and your other physical signs have been kept within a tolerable range," said a calm and cold male voice from a microphone next to him.
Osiris was an existence that had no interaction with other artificial intelligence.
Most of the time, it only existed on a few computers in his inventory, and its main task was to analyze the various body data of Luke, Selina, and Gold Nugget.
Together with Luke's modified medical mechanical arm, it could be used as a surgeon and a nurse.
Of course, Osiris had never had an internship, and being a doctor was more dangerous.
Luke didn't say anything else. He closed his eyes and experienced the feeling of the upgrade.
The system's strongest and most unbearable modification of the brain passed.
This modification would last for several days, but it was no longer as unbearable as before.
On the contrary, Luke's mind was much clearer than before.
After feeling it for a moment, he couldn't help but smile. "All that suffering wasn't in vain."
Without a huge gain, most people would stay away from the pain of upgrading their basic attributes.
However, the greater the pain, the more obvious the benefits.
With just a simple test, Luke confirmed that Elementary Telekinesis and Elementary Annihilation had been enhanced exponentially.
Mental Communication didn't have a test subject, but Luke could feel that it was easier to operate, and its practicality would also increase.
He didn't want to move for the time being, so he lay lazily on the bed and had Osiris raise the upper half of the bed to take a look at the data he had just obtained.
The most dangerous situation during this advancement was when his brain temperature rose rapidly for a period of time.
But Osiris used ice to cool him down, so he was naturally safe in the end.
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