Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

This so-called [Zuan Limited Organism Enhancement Modification Surgery]... After reading it, Carl could only say that the terms "enhanced transformation" and "surgery" could not accurately describe it.

The most accurate should be [Zuan Limited].

The core idea of the entire intensive surgery is to follow the idea of primitive violence - people will recover from injury, and after a long period of injury, they will adapt.

Simply put, "if you can't kill me, you will only make me stronger".

The use of violence, including but not limited to blows, electric shocks, and knife slashes, prolonged near-death torture of the surgeon, even injuries beyond one's own capabilities.

The shimmering compound is then injected at the time of death, pulling it back from the brink of death.

And so on until the super recovery and other strengthening effects of the shimmer remain on the recipient.

Of course, usually the human psyche breaks down before the physical strengthening is complete.

However, there is still one "successful" experimental subject - Zuan Madman in the "League of Legends" game, Dr. Mondo.

"I have to say that this incomplete test record does give me a feeling similar to this intensive surgery..." Carl's face was a little strange.

Eagle Country is the most developed country in the world, whether it is science and technology or economic strength.

But as far as Stern sent back, the military's experimental methods are quite extensive, but a lot of data must be obtained through a large number of human experiments.

And it's also very... Inhumane human experimentation.

In other words, under the exterior of prosperity, there are very dirty parts.

However, compared to Zuan's bio-enhanced surgery, Carl knows that there are many more individuals who succeed by chance here.

Just at the end of the review, Carl accidentally found a text left by Steng.

"I hope you're happy with this information – because I didn't release all the data, I guess it didn't surprise you."

The part of the message I was hiding happened to be about you and your sister – to be honest, I had always suspected that you were lying to me, but I didn't expect you to actually have a sister.

Carl was stunned when he saw it.

The reason why his predecessor suffered from a terminal illness is radiation sickness!

According to Stern, it was precisely because he participated in military-related human modification experiments that his genes collapsed!

And Stern also found his own ... Traces of my sister?

Carl who crossed through does not have many memories of this cheap sister in his head, but he is now living such a luxurious life, and he is somewhat grateful to his predecessor.

And it's better to figure out what kind of experiment you're doing on yourself – because you're sure you'll do it on yourself in the future.

Stern's message continued to play: "If you want this information, look forward to our next cooperation." "

Next collaboration?

Carl laughed – this guy doesn't really think I'm on his side, right?

"Sir, Mr. Custer and his comrades have arrived at the company."

"I see."

Carl got up from his chair and stretched.

......

Frank's testimony in court has attracted attention across the United States, but he himself has no problem for the time being.

No why, because it's so hot.

So a strange thing happened: Frank, the center of the vortex, did nothing in this round of political turmoil.

Presumably, the next time I am called for a hearing, it will be the political shuffle.

The great revenge was rewarded, and Frank was in high spirits.

"In good shape, I'm worried that you can't stand this pressure." Carl patted Frank on the shoulder, and the two walked side by side to the elevator.

Frank smiled, "Then you underestimate me, boss, so what do you need me to do?" "

As a thriving multinational, I think it's time to build your own security system."

"Security? I thought you had already signed a contract with Silver Sable Security?

"After all, it's an outsider, and do you know the main business of Silver Sable Security, or the meaning of their company's existence?"

IT'S KILLING NAZI! I'm not NAZI, but I'm afraid they'll snub their contracts because of their own business.

The two said and walked to the elevator, and Frank glanced at the elevator in front of him in amazement.

Because using an elevator to describe the equipment in front of you, maybe some... Not quite appropriate.

In his eyes, this is completely a round platform, a beautiful stone round platform, the guardrail is about a meter high, and there are seats and drinks inside.

Traditional elevators seem... At the very least, there has to be an elevator roof, right? Otherwise, where does the sling pull?

Seeing this, Karl smiled slightly: "You are the third person to take this elevator since the headquarters was built, come up and see the miracle created by Hex."

Frank scratched his head in embarrassment.

It stands to reason that a meritorious soldier like him, who has even met the president face to face and has entered the White House, will not be so ignorant.

But in front of Carl, he really felt that he might be a dirt bun.

But soon he was relieved -- in front of these magical Hextechs, how many people in the world are not dirt buns?

Frank poked the couch and sat down honestly.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator began to climb under the action of gravity control field and electromagnetic force, and Frank, who was in the round platform, could not even feel the slightest vibration.

This wonderful feeling surprised him all the more.

It's like doing a UFO.

Seeing this, Carl smiled even more proudly, took out a bottle of wine from under the table in front of him, and filled it.

"Although it's daytime, it feels strange not to drink something during the ascent—alcohol?"

"It looks good, I can come a little."

"Please." Carl filled Frank with the same wine.

Taking a sip, Carl introduced Frank: "The gravity elevator is another elevator built by Hextech's exclusive technology and uses gravity field and electromagnetic repulsion.

Whether it is appearance or practicality, it is very good, but unfortunately the cost of use is a little more expensive.

Frank asked tentatively, "I'm even more curious when you say that."

"For normal use, you need about one crystal a year – the only general-purpose S-1 Hex-Crystal currently on sale in the company."

The lowest price for this crystal is $1 million – although my official price is $400,000 a piece.

But no way, who makes the mall like a battlefield, product iteration so fast?

"$400,000 a year in maintenance fees?" Frank was shocked, and his head was calculating his family's expenses for a year.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator came to the next section -

a completely suspended air area.

The sudden onset of wind and empty sky made Frank nervous at first, and then even more shocked -

because above them, the destination of the elevator, was completely suspended in the air!

"This... How can it be?

"Nothing is impossible, we represent the future." Carl enjoyed the shock of others.

Frank, on the other hand, was an agitator and thought of something else.

The weight of the gravity elevator - that is, the round platform and the floating pavilion in front of you are not a heavyweight!

The elevator alone costs $400,000 a year, so this attic....

His voice trembled a little: "So... How much does this beautiful sky garden cost?

"At the current market price, $15 million — I find you very business-minded, because just the other day, a local tycoon in the Middle East also applied for such a project."

Talk about spending a lot of money to build a sky garden – you see, Hextech has a great future, but we lack a security team of our own. The

elevator entered the floating attic, and Frank entered the loft worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

The smell of money.

“... Well, I..." Frank was just about to say something but got stuck, and he was so shocked by this short few minutes that he kind of forgot what he was here for.

"Okay, follow me." Carl led the way to his private lab, "I've registered a private military contracting company, and I want you to run it. "

Me?" Frank pointed to himself, "I may be a good battlefield commander, but

the company..." "You just need to make the team into a special combat team, don't worry about anything else, I will give you dividends according to the company's profits."

Frank was slightly stunned and said without thinking: "Boss, you say." "

It's not that he's greedy for money.

It's just that along the way, the financial strength of Hextech is too shocking....

And Carl is also the lifesaver of their family, there is no reason to refuse.

"Very good, then next, I want to show you the new equipment."

The lab door opened, and Carl made a gesture of invitation.

Unlike conventional security forces, Carr's soon-to-be-formed military contracting company was positioned in his mind as a "special situations squad."

Equivalent to special forces in the army.

This squad is not necessarily large, but it needs to be elite enough.

It just so happens that Karl has the most suitable thing for this elite squad - exoskeletons.

"I think you should know that I worked with the military when I was at Stark Industries – but then because of Obadiah's problems, that project went away."

Speaking of this, Carl also has some emotion - such a big project, in the end, it disappeared unclearly.

The whereabouts of tens of millions of dollars are unknown.

"But actually, I've perfected the design, but I'm not going to work directly with the military anymore – look at this, this will be the equipment you use."

The door opened, and the dazzling exoskeletons in the laboratory instantly attracted Frank's attention.

And next to the exoskeleton, there are all kinds of firearms.

Pistols, assault rifles, light machine guns, sniper rifles, grenades, rocket launchers, grenade launchers....

Almost all types of infantry equipment are available.

And all the equipment, inlaid with sparkling blue crystals.

Frank swallowed his spit—

meaning each weapon was worth at least $400,000....

He Frank Custer had never fought such a rich battle.