Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

In the alleyway, Karl was a little anxious.

"Sir, the plane is about to land. If you still can't get there, you'd better give me some suggestions on how to handle the situation after landing."

Yes, others will stop when they travel through time, but not Karl.

Time is still flowing on Marvel's side - especially when he's talking to Blitzcrank, time is flowing 1:1.

When the plane landed, the dealer found out that the person in charge had disappeared, which would be a huge pain in the ass.

Karl scratched his head and looked very irritated.

"System, can you explain how I should go back? If you teleport so suddenly every time, I will go on strike!"

[Transmitting information across the universe will cause a certain degree of space-time turbulence. I'm sorry that accurate measurement is not currently possible]

[However, Hex technology has technology for measuring time and space. It is recommended that the host learns to complete the measurement on its own. 】

To put it simply: the system cannot control it.

As for the space-time technology recommended by the system, Carl was speechless - what the system displayed was: "This technology is too advanced and the host cannot understand it. Please continue to obtain Hex points and learn related technologies to unlock it."

It's totally useless.

"Alas, it seems I can only count on you." Karl said to Blitzcrank.

The system is unreliable, but fortunately Blitzcrank is.

"I'm very happy to serve you. Is there any solution?"

"In this way, you will say that my disease has recurred and I must go to the hospital for treatment. I cannot see anyone due to special reasons. The order will be issued through you."

After hearing this, Blitz immediately formulated a plan in his computer head: "This lie is a bit clumsy, but it is indeed the most feasible solution at the moment."

"Right - well, I hope we won't stay here for more than a month, otherwise things will get worse."

A month later, the crystals on Blitzcrank's body will run out of energy, and they will truly lose contact at that time.

"One more thing," Blitz said, "Mr. Parker has been contacting you. He has been outside the door several times. It seems that he has something to discuss with you."

"Peter?" Karl was stunned for a moment, "What do you think he wants from me?"

"Since the lizard man incident, the Osborne Group has stolen a batch of advanced equipment. Peter may be investigating this matter. Maybe he wants to discuss this matter with you."

"...I'm not a superhero, I have no control over this matter." Karl waved his hand, but then he suddenly thought, the advanced equipment of the Osborne Group?

It seems like it can also be turned into Hex Points.

Just pay attention.

"OK…"

"Wait a minute - okay, you can communicate with him directly. If he needs some support, you can provide it to him appropriately."

"Understood - oh, yes, sir," Blitz continued to suggest: "As for your sudden disappearance, if this becomes a regular occurrence in the future, should we create a file or a contingency plan to deal with it? "

Karl touched his chin, Blitzcrank had indeed hit the point.

"Good suggestion. We'd better pick a guy who only cares about money and doesn't ask too many questions." Karl thought for a while and said, "It's best to be someone from the bottom and familiar with these things..."

Halfway through, Karl was stunned for a moment - wasn't this why Obadiah was willing to give him a job in the first place!

As a result, I have to outsource this part of the business...

"Well, that's it anyway. There are some smugglers in New York who are good - by the way, isn't Peter always catching petty thieves? You should pay attention to screening when you help him. I will come for the interview then."

"Okay, that's all the to-do items for now. You may need to take a phone call later to confirm."

"no problem."

After cutting off contact with Blitzcrank, Jonathan happened to run over. The Scarecrow was not very physically strong and was out of breath after running two steps.

"I think there should be about 30-40 people inside, not more than 50. The strongest firepower is at most submachine guns and shotguns."

"So many people?" Karl was a little surprised.

The number of people Jonathan mentioned was the number of armed people. Because he wanted to engage in criminal activities, this doctor of psychology took the initiative to learn some detective skills.

More than 40 guns are rare in New York, not to mention this is the central city.

As expected of Gotham, it still needs to be more advanced in the professionalization of crime.

"Can you handle it?" Jonathan asked hesitantly.

"You are really blind." Karl rolled his eyes at him and ran the equipment to perform a self-check.

He had just beaten away the Dark Knight, and this guy actually doubted his fighting ability!

Well, Karl is actually not that confident. After all, he is not a professional in combat.

But sooner or later you have to get familiar with these things.

"Okay, according to the plan, I will sneak in from the front. After being exposed, I will attract their attention. You go in through the pipe to seal the warehouse, and then prepare to extract the fear gas."

After saying that, Karl thought, the hook shot out and disappeared among the tall buildings.

Jonathan looked at the disappearing figure, half worried and half excited as he put on his sack hat.

If he succeeds, this vote will pay him several months of harvest...

This weirdo is really his noble person!

……

Every gang has a slaughterhouse.

Gangsters are gangsters after all, they smuggle, sell drugs, and engage in gunfights, but they also know to dispose of as many bodies as they can, and there is no need to make their fellow police officers embarrass themselves over trivial matters.

A slaughterhouse is a good place to do this.

People are pulled in and dropped on the assembly line. A pile of minced meat comes out and is fed to the pigs. It can be digested in less than two days without leaving any trace.

In the guard room, a group of Black Mask gangsters were playing cards, and burst into laughter.

The unlucky man who had his turn to stand guard outside was smoking cheap cigarettes at night, wondering when he would get a big job.

bark--

Suddenly there was a faint sound of ropes being tightened in the night sky. The unlucky guy standing guard just frowned when the severe pain from the back of his head made him unconscious on the spot!

boom!

Karl fell from the sky and knocked this guy down with one kick. It was his first time doing this kind of thing, and he didn't know whether he had beaten this unfortunate guy to death...

But soon it was no longer his concern: he wasn't Batman, and the work was a little noisy...

The guy in the guard room looked out doubtfully:

"Hey! Outside! What are you doing...bastard! A bastard is knocking on the door!"

Karl shook his head helplessly, raised his bipolar pistol and fired a big ice gun.

click!

Frost suddenly covered the entire security room, and everyone inside was frozen into ice sculptures.

Just such a big movement also woke up other minions in the building.

But when they looked outside the door again, they only saw the security room with falling snowflakes and the guard lying on the ground...

A sense of fear suddenly hit my heart:

"Someone is coming! It's him! It's him who's coming!"

Carl, who was leaning against the wall, shrugged: "It seems they think of me as Batman, which is not bad. It can also increase the progress of extracting fear gas."

After saying that, Karl climbed over the wall, hit the unfortunate guy with his knee, and landed on the ground.

Hearing the sound of rapid footsteps, Karl raised the muzzle of his gun and aimed at the end of the corridor.

As soon as a group of minions emerged, they were frozen in place by the ice gun. The low temperature made their heads slow and their movements stiff. The frost even froze their feet and hands...

Carl saw this and picked up the pistol on the ground--

"The infiltration was very successful, just in time to practice with fixed targets."