Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

"Ahhhhhhh! What do you want! We--"

In the slaughterhouse, several minions were hanging on the assembly line, slowly approaching the slaughtering machine.

Jonathan, who was wearing a linen bag, suddenly stopped the assembly line. A smell of urine came from these gangsters.

Seeing the rotating blade that was almost touching his face, the little guy in the lead fainted from fright. The guy at the back didn't even dare to breathe, as if that person was him, for fear of wiping the blade with his breath.

"What do I want?" Seeing that the fire was almost done, Jonathan smiled evilly, "Guess?"

click!

Then the assembly line continued to operate. Fortunately, the sound of the slaughterhouse machines was very loud, otherwise it would have spread throughout the neighborhood.

Karl watched these gangsters being sent into the blades along the conveyor belt, and his stomach was churning.

It's not that he has any hobby of tormenting people, the key is that the extraction of fear gas is related to people's fear, and its raw material comes from the adrenal glands of people who died of extreme fear.

For the time being, this organic substance cannot be synthesized chemically.

That's why Jonathan doesn't have a lot of fear gas on hand: scaring each one to death would be too draining.

But with this thing, it's different. On this production line, everyone is in a state of extreme fear before death. After Jonathan's modification, their corpses are still intact and can be dissected.

"...The assembly line has eliminated small workshops." Karl murmured to himself, comforting himself, "These guys deserve to be sentenced to death several times for the lives they have carried."

"Boring self-comfort."

But soon, Karl shook his head mockingly, he just did what he needed, it was a very simple reason.

Dozens of people extracted at least 40 tubes of fear gas. He took away 30 of them and left the rest for Jonathan to protect himself and pick up the goods next time.

Yes, perfect.

Outside the slaughterhouse, a man hidden in the shadows stared at the slaughterhouse and made a phone call.

"Someone attacked Black Mask's slaughterhouse. They looked like crazy people. They seemed to be killing people with a slaughtering machine."

The person on the other end of the phone made a disdainful voice, and then gave instructions: "It's a madman again, reveal the news to Black Mask and let him handle it on his own.

The atmosphere in Gotham is really getting worse and worse. How can we do business like this?

By the way, let’s report it to gcpd as well. "

"clear."

……

"I want to know why no one told me about this?"

In Gotham Port, a man in a black suit sat on a chair, with his hands on the table, fiddling with loose pistols.

The people next to him didn't dare to breathe, and cold sweat flowed down their skin.

"Why don't you talk?" The man smiled, but no one dared to laugh with him.

"Don't say anything..." The man assembled the pistol in an instant, and his speed made people wonder if he had any superpowers!

boom!

As soon as he finished assembling it, this guy raised his hand and fired a shot, killing the "strategist" next to him.

The body fell on the table and the light bulb shook, revealing the face of the murderer--

It was a completely black face, its hard surface absorbed all light, and it looked like a skeleton.

It was a mask, a skull mask carved from ebony.

Roman Sionis, Black Mask, is one of the most powerful gangsters in Gotham. His personal fighting ability is comparable to that of Batman, and his control over the underworld is also quite strong. He once completely controlled the underground order of Gotham.

There are even rumors...that his black mask has the ability to control the minds of weaklings.

As the boss, he is extremely powerful, but he has a problem - when he is angry, he likes to vent his anger on the younger brothers next to him.

Black Mask put away his gun and stood up, almost frightening the boy next to him to his knees.

"Take care of it, I'll go see that guy who doesn't know the heights of the world in person."

……

In the Batcave, Bruce, who had just finished handling his own emergency, immediately listened to the GCPD alarm call.

Black Mask's slaughterhouse was brought up and the Bat-Light was turned on.

So he immediately got up from the chair, picked out another bat suit and put it on - maybe it was that guy, he might be dangerous and must be monitored.

When Alfred walked into the Batcave again and planned to remind his young master that it was time to rest, he only saw an empty Batcave.

……

"How much longer do you want?" Carl frowned and looked at Jonathan's work site.

The scene with the kidneys was disgusting enough, but this guy's adrenaline attack on the dead body was, honestly, even more disgusting.

"It's almost here. I need some time for the active ingredients to settle before extracting them." Jonathan looked at his watch. "Oh, here we are, I still need 30 minutes."

Karl looked at the surveillance camera, frowned and said, "You'd better hurry up, the owner of this factory is here."

"Black Mask?!" Jonathan was shocked, "Then we..."

"You are right here, finish all this quickly." Karl stopped Jonathan from trying to run away, "I will block it, and prepare to evacuate in 30 minutes."

According to the plan, it should be at least the next day until Black Mask found out what was going on here. I don’t know how he found out.

It's useless to think about this now, the key is how to fight the enemy--

Black Mask is not an ordinary person. His fighting skills are very superb. Not only is his fighting ability strong, but his shooting ability is also outstanding. He is only slightly weaker than another super shooter, Dead Eye.

Once a fight breaks out, under the pressure of fire, you may be blown up if you show your head even slightly.

How to do it?

Karl looked at the series of firearms seized from gangsters on the ground and the 1000 Hex points on hand, and came up with a bold idea.

If the firepower is not enough... then call for some support.

[Selecting Hex Technology: Hex Unmanned Turret (Basic)]

[Has mastered Firearms Design lv.2; Mental Coherence Theory (Basic)]

[Reduce exchange consumption]

[Hex Points required to redeem technology: 800]

【Deducted】

[Current Hex Points: 200]

The busy Jonathan saw Karl looking at the firearms on the ground and began to dismantle them. Using these parts, he gradually assembled a batch of strange-looking firearms--

There is no support, only the barrel and trigger, and a base-like thing made of rusty iron sheets on the side.

After finishing, he directly started to dismantle the central console of the slaughterhouse...

After a while of busy work, this guy even pulled out a sparkling crystal out of thin air, and then sneaked into the console--

"What are you doing?" Jonathan couldn't help but ask.

"Some simple arrangements and get on with your work."

These things are the key to his resistance to Black Mask - the simple unmanned turret.

With a simple modification, the firearm can become a remote-controlled gun tower, and the monitoring system of the slaughterhouse on the street can become a complete defense system.

This fighting method...of course I learned from Professor Heimerdinger in "League of Legends".

After the arrangement was completed, Karl heard the sound of a trumpet coming from outside:

"You bastard inside, come out and kneel down to lick my shoes, and I will consider giving you a good pleasure."

Carl took a look and saw that it was Black Mask. He had surrounded the entire building.

"What a confident guy." Karl weighed the grenade in his hand and activated the mental communication device on the Evolutionary Heart. "Blitz, connect to the slaughterhouse system and start taking action."

After saying that, Carl pulled the latch and responded to Black Mask with a grenade.

boom!