An Unscientific Marvel Scientist

After pulling Uncle Ben back from hell with the Goblin Pacemaker XL, Kraft took out an injection gun from his bag and stuck it on Uncle Ben's neck to give him a shot of epinephrine.

Uncle Ben, whose breath was still weak, suddenly regained his energy.

"Kraft?"

Feeling the power surging in his body, Uncle Ben sat up a little.

"You saved me?"

"Don't move around! You're still hurt!" Kraft held Uncle Ben down and let him lie down. "The ambulance will be here soon, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable!"

"Don't worry, I feel fine now."

Uncle Ben smiled, and lay down obediently.

"That's because I gave you an injection of epinephrine to make you feel no pain, but in fact your body didn't get any better."

This sentence is of course Kraft’s nonsense. The original version of the injection of adrenaline also came from Swann’s world. The original effect is indeed to trade the body for combat power, but Kraft has already used technology from other worlds to reduce its side effects. To the minimum, and also added a small amount of body repair medicine.

In fact, it is not impossible to add more, but many times the damage sources such as bullets and shrapnel remain in the body, adding too many repair potions is not very good.

"That's great, Kraft, thanks to having you here..."

Peter Parker, who was crying with snot and tears, came over and thanked Kraft with a look of fear.

"Humph!"

Kraft shot him a hard look, then turned away from him.

"Uh……"

Originally, he wanted to ask Kraft why he was here. Peter paused, then shrank back.

He was in the wrong, and he had just received Kraft's great favor. Peter Parker didn't dare to provoke Kraft, who was obviously in a bad mood at this time.

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and Kraft and Peter got into the ambulance together and sent Uncle Ben to the hospital.

After waiting anxiously outside the operating room for a while, they and Aunt May, who came after them, were finally notified by the doctor that Uncle Ben was out of danger, and Kraft breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to you, Kraft."

Aunt May wiped her tears and hugged Kraft, refusing to let go, thanking her non-stop.

"If Ben is gone, I really don't know if I can survive."

"Okay, Aunt Mei, as long as Uncle Ben is fine."

Kraft patted Aunt May on the back and comforted him softly.

"Sorry to bother you."

At this time, a black man in police uniform came over and pointed at Kraft and Peter twice.

"I need to trouble you two to follow me to make a record."

"Ok, no problem."

Kraft nodded. The policeman had already arrived and was just waiting for them. Since he was showing face so much, Kraft would naturally not make things difficult for him, and he did need to explain the pile of props he showed before.

Because Kraft and Peter were not prisoners, the black policeman did not take them back to the police station. Instead, he found an empty room in the hospital and began to record.

Kraft glanced at the earplugs in his ears. If he remembered correctly, there was no such thing before. It seems that the American intelligence agency may have begun to intervene. Unfortunately, it is difficult for him to contact Angela now.

After planning to prepare a humble bone conduction headset for himself to join the plan, Kraft followed Peter and sat opposite the black policeman.

The black police first asked Peter Parker, who had witnessed the whole process, what happened. Peter Parker also told the story of how he almost killed his uncle when he watched the robber steal the cash without stopping him. It's full of remorse.

However, as to why he appeared in the underground boxing ring, Peter said that he was just curious to see it, and the black policeman did not doubt it. Common sense.

And Kraft, who already knew that Peter Parker is not what it used to be, snorted disdainfully. If Peter was still the frail scholar he used to be, he wouldn't be so angry, but the relationship between the two is still relatively close, so Although he was upset, he did not dismantle Peter.

After questioning Peter Parker, the black policeman turned to Kraft again.

"Hello, Kraft."

The black policeman first showed his white teeth and reached out to him.

Kraft shook hands with him with a puzzled face, and the black policeman explained with a smile on his face: "My two sons are big fans of the mechanical battle pet you invented, and they even joined the school team. When the transcript is over, you must sign it for me, Hawke and Andy will be so happy!"

"Ok, no problem."

For fans of his own products, Kraft still has some patience.

"Ahem, then let's start taking notes."

The black police officer tilted his head slightly, probably because the person in the headset was reminding him, so he cleared his throat and said seriously to Kraft.

"First of all, how did you know that Benjamin Parker was shot? According to the information we received from the police, you should have rushed all the way from your laboratory on a skateboard the moment Mr. Parker was shot."

"Because of him," Kraft pointed to Peter Parker beside him, and said according to the coping plan Angela had drawn up for himself before: "When he was in the FEAST shelter a while ago, he was a little weird, and I was a little curious. , I put a bug on him, and I happened to listen to it today, and I heard him go to watch a boxing match. I was going to turn it off, but I heard the sound of robbers robbing..."

Kraft shrugged and said happily, "Fortunately, Uncle Ben is lucky."

"Wait! When did you bug me?! How did I not know?!"

Peter Parker believed it, and he didn't know how much his secret had been heard by Kraft.

"You are invading privacy!"

"What? You still want to sue me? If I hadn't planted a bug, you would have killed Uncle Ben!"

Kraft glared back, and Peter Parker, who was still resentful at first, languished in an instant, and he also knew that Kraft was already covering for him. After all, he was not going to watch some underground boxing match, but directly join.

"Uh... You can deal with the privacy issue in private later, but I can ask, where is your bug now?"

"Take off your shoes!"

Kraft kicked Peter Parker's left foot and ordered bluntly.

Peter, who was aggrieved but did not dare to stab, obediently took off his shoes and handed them to Kraft.

Taking the shoe with disgust, Kraft took off a button-sized disc from the sole and showed it to the black policeman.

"Here, this is it."

Of course, this bug, also from Dr. Ali, was not glued on as long ago as Kraft said, but it was secretly pasted on the sole of Peter's shoe just when he was rescuing Uncle Ben. I didn't notice Kraft's small movements.

"It's so small?!"

The black policeman's eyes widened, revealing a large area of ​​white, looking a little creepy.

He hesitated for a moment, and then asked tentatively, "Do you have any intention of selling this bug to our police?"