Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

Carl escorted Uncle Ben all the way into the hospital until he was completely out of danger, when the system's prompt sounded.

[Mission completed

] [Hex's equipment design drawing: hook cable, issued

] [Plot change bonus added: 1000 Hex] [Your existing Hex's points: 1700]

Sitting in a chair outside the ward, Carl looked at this design drawing and suddenly realized-

- This thing is the equipment used by Camille in League of Legends, equipped at the waist and abdomen, can shoot two hook locks, and at the same time cooperate with a small jet equipment to achieve the purpose of three-dimensional combat.

However, the maximum power of this thing will cause a fairly strong load on the body, so the user must have a modified body like Gray Lady Camille to use this thing normally.

If it's yourself... It can only be adjusted to the lowest power, and it can only be used barely.

"Uncle Ben!"

At this time, the anxious Peter also took Aunt Mei to the hospital, and the doctor also briefly told them about Uncle Ben's current situation.

"The wounded man was lucky, the bullet grazed his internal organs without causing direct damage, and now it is just hemorrhagic shock. The doctor said and pointed to Carl on the other side, "Fortunately, it seems that some appropriate hemostatic measures have been carried out before coming, and it is not particularly serious, but given the age of the injured, it is best to stay in the hospital for a week to observe."

"Thank you—thank God!" Aunt May burst into tears after hearing this, almost thinking she was going to leave her

! Peter was equally relieved, but they were both stunned when they looked at Carl - wasn't this the homeless man who came to his house the other day!

"

Thank you, we..."

Aunt May was about to say thank you, but Carl interrupted her directly with a wave of his hand.

"Don't be like this, if it weren't for Uncle Ben, I wouldn't have been able to find a job, and I still have some guilt for involving this brave man in the robbery."

"Oh, that's how he is, always warm-hearted!"

Aunt May just sighed at the magic of fate, and Peter was a little flustered - Uncle Ben helped this homeless man the other day, and today this homeless man saved Uncle Ben?

Carl

waved at Peter, signaling the two of them to talk alone.

"See you again, Boy Parker, you had a good day, but I was a little disappointed that you let that guy go—if you could stop him, there would be no aftermath." The

guy who almost killed Uncle Ben was the robber that day??!

he instinctively wanted to excuse himself: "I... That guy was supposed to give me $3,000, but he only gave me $100! I..." At

the end, Peter knew that he was indeed directly responsible for this matter no matter what, and became distracted.

It is his inaction that leads to what follows.

Carl had expected Peter to think that way—he was such a man, and that was how Uncle Ben had always educated him.

"This thing -- it's really that guy's wrong, you beat the bone saw in two minutes, which caused the upset, and the idiot lost a lot of money, so he swallowed your share alone."

Carl pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket, exactly $2,900.

"Here's the rest—I won't ask you how you got in there, and you seem to be different, if you want to do something private, I can hire you."

Looking at the money, Peter was a little stunned for a while.

But Uncle Ben's admonition to him was also in his ears, and the consequences of his inaction were also in sight!

There were so many things happening today, Carl understood that the child needed time to think, so he handed the money to Peter and waved his hand and left the hospital.

There are still things to take care of over there in the ring.

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there is no doubt that this was defined as legitimate defense, and in the face of gunmen, the heroic security captain Carl defended the property of his boss, Martin Lee, with a gun in his hand.

As for the guy who injured Uncle Ben, he didn't die, and after being rescued, he woke up and confessed everything:

it turned out that this guy was an unemployed vagrant who planned to join the Maggi gang, and the guys told him that if he had it, he would take a gun and rob the underground ring.

It's not big, it's small... Martin was on the scene himself.

"Have you recovered all the money?" Martin looked unpleasant.

"It's all chased back. Carl says he's done everything he can.

Martin is not dissatisfied with Carl, but the Maggi gang's repeated provocations have made him a little bored.

In the office, Martin was silent, his hand tapping rhythmically on the desktop.

Then, in Carl's surprised gaze, Martin's color was lost, and it immediately turned black and white!

"You are not stupid, and you are very capable, I want you to do something more useful." Martin, who turned into a negative, said in a deep voice, "We're going to fight back."

"Boss..." Carl looked horrified, but quickly suppressed it.

He is not stupid, since Martin has a showdown with him, it means that he must obey, otherwise he will probably not be able to leave this house.

"I see, what do I do?"

Martin nodded in satisfaction, "In three days, I'll ship you something, and you're going to take it to the territory of the Maggi Gang."

"Am I alone?"

Mr. Negative smiled evilly, "Of course not, it's time to introduce you to our forces, I'll give you some points, don't let me down, Carl." After

that, this evil guy took a mask, it was a demon mask, with green-faced fangs.

This symbolizes that Mr. Negative has officially included Carl in his gang, his core force: the Demon Gang.

Seeing this, Carl decisively put on his mask.

Then, Mr. Negative took Carl into the car and took him around the territory of the city belonging to the Demon Gang, and told him who the eldest brother of each territory was.

Finally, he was told that the area near the ring would be his business from now on - the original guy was a rice bucket, and it was time to fire the idiot.

As for the manpower - Martin has given all the property to Carl, has money, has territory, and this is his own business.

Back at the rental house, Carl is in a good mood - now, he is the big brother,

from a penniless poor bastard to a small boss in this neighborhood....

---Just

when he was excited, a violent cough interrupted his thoughts, and even coughed up blood!

"Fuck off, the boss wants me to attack the Hammerhead Gang, and if I have time to trick me into using that thing, it's better to help me figure out how to do this ticket."

"Of course, of course—" Stern looked excited, "that's my favorite thing... Start from scratch and build an empire..."