Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

"Spider-Man?"

This name shocked Karl, who was dismantling the cryogun. He looked at the stage, and sure enough, there was a silly pajama boy standing on the stage, wearing a red hood, only showing his eyes.

"Peter?" Carl was stunned. Isn't this the plot in "Spider-Man 1"?

Peter there is already in college!

Peter headed out of the stage and left. Carl was getting up to take a look at the situation outside, but the janitor ran in in a hurry--

"Boss, it's bad! Someone is making trouble!

boom!

There was gunshots coming from the back door, it seemed like there was a gunfight!

Karl's expression tightened - Is it finally here?

It was too late to care about Peter at this moment. He could only walk towards the back door quickly, but he didn't expect that a gun was coming right in front of him!

Cold sweat broke out on Carl's forehead, his feet softened and he fell back into the door--

"Damn it! They're coming in!"

boom!

The boy who was leading the way was not so lucky. A bullet went directly into its stomach. The guy curled up on the ground and couldn't make a sound!

The other party may have thought that no one was around, so he ran towards this direction. Unexpectedly, there was Karl around the corner!

The muzzle of the black hole was pointed at him. In such a narrow space, even if it was Karl's first time to shoot at someone, it was almost impossible to miss!

bang bang bang bang--

In his nervousness, even though the unlucky guy clutched his stomach and leaned against the wall after the first shot, Karl emptied the magazine and beat the guy until he couldn't get up!

The first time he killed someone, maybe it was because he had already awakened, or because he had the experience of breaking the leg of that maggi guy last time. Carl didn't feel any discomfort at all, but the adrenaline rushed straight to his nerves!

This caused him to tremble a bit when changing the magazine, and it took him two attempts to get it right.

Pa...pa--

Fortunately, this guy was the only one - the elevator door had just closed and someone seemed to have entered.

Karl turned the guy over with a kick, found that he was dead, and chased after him.

At this moment, a dialog box popped up in front of him--

[Serial mission released: Change the life trajectory of Peter Parker]

[Ring [-]: Let’s get Ben Parker]

[Reward: Hex Equipment Design Drawing: Individual Soldier Hookline]

Karl was stunned, but his steps were not slow at all - it seemed that this was really the plot!

……

After the steel cage match, Peter had just enjoyed the audience cheering for him, with a smile still on his lips.

But soon, when it came time to collect the money, he stopped laughing.

The man was holding a wad of bills, which he thought were all for him--his reward was advertised as $3000.

Unexpectedly, this guy only took out one of the cards and said, "Get out of here."

Peter looked puzzled: "The ad said I had $3000."

"Look clearly, Pighead." The guy's face was full of displeasure and disgust. "Three thousand dollars for three minutes, and you only spent two minutes - and you are a minor. Damn it, we almost got into a lawsuit."

"But I need the money!"

"That's none of my business, get out!"

With a dull look on his face, Peter took the hundred dollars and walked out of the room in despair. Almost at the same time, a man holding a bag walked into the room.

"Put the money in the bag." The nervous man threw the bag over and pointed his gun at the guy.

"What the hell..."

Snapped!

The man didn't waste any time and directly hit the staff member in the face with the handle of his gun. The latter had no choice but to put the money in!

The robber grabbed the money bag and ran away frantically towards the elevator -

"Hey! There's a robbery! Stop that guy!!!"

Karl walked out of the stairwell with the security guard watching the scene, and the guy happened to run to the elevator--

Peter is standing there!

Peter glanced at the annoying guy, then stepped aside lightly and watched the robber board the elevator.

Karl already knew what would happen. Instead of running to the elevator, he returned to the stairwell and ran towards the door!

By the time the staff and security ran to the elevator, the guy had already fled.

"You could have stopped him, but you let him run away!" The staff member covered his face and glared at Peter.

Seeing the guy who was so arrogant just a second ago deflated, Peter felt relieved and returned the sentence intact: "It's none of my business."

The staff was speechless and left.

In a great mood, Peter didn't know what would happen at this time, so he left here happily.

……

"Stop!" When Karl came to the door, he happened to see the guy with the money bag running out of the door!

The gun in his hand was shooting everywhere, and the security guard was so frightened that he could only hide behind the bunker and shout: "Someone is robbing him! Stop him!"

Bang bang bang! !

The bullet hit Carl's feet. This time he was not so nervous - the opponent was running while turning around to shoot. How could a gangster, not a superhero, shoot so accurately!

However, in public, he couldn't pull out the freezing gun, so he could only chase after him anxiously--

Uncle Ben, please don’t act bravely!

The sound of gunfire broke the tranquility of the night, and the chase between the two on the street scared away a large group of onlookers!

The robber knew that he would be caught by the police sooner or later while running like this, so he must have a car!

He looked down the street and observed - where are their people!

At this time, a lonely old man in the crowd saw this scene. He only heard someone shouting: "Someone is robbing!"

The crowd dispersed like a tide. The old man raised his head and took a closer look, and quickly zeroed in on the robber!

Peter asked him to pick him up here, but Peter's fight with his classmates at school made him feel a little bored, so he got out of the car and walked for a while.

Seeing the robber running straight towards him, Uncle Ben's eyes narrowed -

Suddenly an old man appeared in the crowd who was trying to intercept the robbers without running away. Carl felt cold in his heart - isn't that Uncle Ben!

"Uncle Ben! Get out of the way! He has a gun!"

Uncle Ben was stunned when he heard someone calling him. When the guy saw an old man blocking his way, he felt cruel and raised his gun towards Uncle Ben!

Karl knew that this was not the time to take care of the crowd, and immediately took out his pistol--

Must hit!

boom! !

The gunfire rang out almost at the same time, and two drops of blood floated in the cold New York night!

He got hit, but so did Uncle Ben!

Karl's heart went cold, he gritted his teeth and fired two more shots at the robbers on the ground, and then immediately rushed towards Uncle Ben!

"Did you catch the robber? Are you..." Uncle Ben felt someone grabbing his hand and asked weakly, but when he looked closely, the person in front of him looked familiar...

Carl opened Uncle Ben's clothes and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the wound-it was not a fatal injury.

"Do not talk."

Karl motioned to Uncle Ben to stop talking. Any movement at this time would speed up the blood loss.

He was shot in the abdomen. Although his internal organs didn't seem to be injured, the bleeding could still kill Uncle Ben - ambulances in New York are not fast, especially for middle-aged and elderly people like this who are unemployed and have no medical insurance.

You must deal with it yourself first.

Carl immediately took out his freezing gun - low temperature can promote vasoconstriction and reduce blood flow rate.

There was a refrigeration component on the freezing gun. At this time, Karl no longer cared about the risk of exposure. He immediately disassembled this part, adjusted it to the minimum power, and sprayed it toward the wound and artery.

After spraying, Carl tore off his T-shirt and roughly treated it according to the first aid method he remembered.

After finishing all this, Karl wiped the sweat from his forehead: "What a desperate old man."

All that was left was to wait for the ambulance to arrive.