Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"Sir, the situation of the Evolution Star is not optimistic, and the thrusters are also partially damaged."

"Damn, this was the most unexpected crossing."

Carl landed just outside New York.

New York is very dangerous to him, but after knowing that this place is the world of "Black Robe Picket", Carl thinks clearly what compound number five he wants to do,

the superhuman medicine of this world.

After taking it, it can greatly improve the strength of the body and stimulate different superpowers according to the different potential of the person.

Long-term use can solidify the ability, and the motherland is a notable example.

The people of the motherland were injected with compound No. 5 since childhood, and obtained an invulnerable body, incomparable strength, the ability to suspend the air, and a powerful laser eye.

It is the strongest work of the Walt company.

Walt is a super enterprise that uses compound No. 5 to make superhumans and make a profit from it.

The Walt Company deceived the world and told the world that the people of the motherland are aliens, and in addition to terrorists, there are supervillains and aliens in the world.

The world has no logic at all, and in the eyes of those packaged superheroes, it is completely heaven.

But now, that's not the case.

The supervillains really appeared.

Carl took off all his gear and walked through the crowd like a normal person, only if there were a super secret service like S.H.I.E.L.D. in this world, they would find out that this was a stranger with no records.

The battle with the Motherland caused him to suffer a great blow to his body, a cracked bone in his right arm, and a broken rib.

However, under the orthopedic surgery of the exoskeleton, the position is still normal, that is, it takes time to recover.

This kind of injury cannot be intact without recovering for a few months, and even if it has the effect of shimmering, it will take a few weeks to fully recover.

Unless... He was able to find compound number five.

Coincidentally, he knew where to find that thing, even the person who made compound five.

The protagonist of the play, the leader of the black-robed pickets, and the butcher.

[Exchange for Hex's Small Inferior Crystals x5

] [Cost Hex: 1000] [Current Hex: 12000]

Karl exchanged five crystals from the system, and then flicked his hands over the weak current box and communication box.

Five tiny transformers spawn in place and can be combined to invade the city's communication network.

As long as the butcher is a modern person, it will leave a trace.

The five little transformers soon get the news that Carl needs.

The guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a beard is now in a New York tavern.

Carl looked at the road - he couldn't fly, so he had to take a taxi.

A truck came from a distance, and Carl walked up head-on.

......

The butcher has some doubts about life.

Is it true that Walt is not deceiving people, there are really aliens threatening the earth?

But he quickly dismissed the idea, and rather than an alien, the probability that the guy was an out-of-control modified person was greater.

It's just that what kind of reforming people can, and the people of the motherland are all sent to the hospital?

"That guy with wings just cut the plane in half like that! And then the Motherland appeared and beat the guy away!

"What kind of weapon does he use?" Are his wings sharp?

"Uh... Right! The feathers on those wings are as hard as metal! "

The Motherland lost in a head-to-head duel?"

"No, he sneaked up on the Motherland!"

"But didn't you say he attacked the plane first?" How is he going to sneak attack? "

“... In short, it was he who sneaked up! Right! It was he who hid in the plane and coerced us not to speak, and then ambushed the Motherland! On

the television, a woman nervously described the situation.

It is described in a somewhat vague way, with a preamble and a lack of afterword.

"Nine times out of ten, it's another lie." The butcher took a sip of wine, and he had work to do again.

The people of the Motherland must die, and this mysterious freak seems to be an object that can be wooed.

"You're right."

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice came from behind him, and the butcher's heart tightened.

Something hard against his waist.

"Who are you?" The butcher asked in a deep voice.

The visitor said to himself: "The motherland, this stupid thing, a few hijacking robbers can't cook, killed the driver by mistake, and damaged the console." The

man behind him described the situation in a colorful voice, but his frivolous tone set off a huge wave in the butcher's heart!

Who knew what was going on?

In addition to those ordinary people, the witnesses at that time were only the motherland, Queen Maeve, and the mysterious person!

Of course, the Motherland and Queen Maeve could not have come to him, so this is the mysterious man!

"These witnesses are also of the same species, if it weren't for Lao Tzu, they would all have died."

Carl was rather upset.

The person he saved turned his head and dunked the basin on his head, and still no one would be happy.

Now he became the mysterious alien threat advertised by the Walt company.

A spokesman on the television said:

"Walt issued a statement on this, most likely the aliens that the company has been defending against for decades, and their invasion has clearly intensified."

Carl scoffed, "Fuck aliens, do you know what those superheroes do with their big events once a year?" "

Every year, Walt concocts an alien threat that superheroes need to travel to outer space to solve the threat.

The company would then turn the experience into a comic and sell all kinds of products.

But in reality, the heroes are sent to a tropical island that no one knows.

The butcher sensed his disdain for these superhumans, and said, "Who knows, I'm not Walt Corporation."

"I know, I'll tell you, they're going to go to the island to have a kinky party, gee, what bastards who know how to enjoy."

"How do you know so much?"

"I also know more, butcher, we can cooperate, I can help you kill the people of the motherland."

Just as the butcher was thinking about the weight of this sentence, Karl continued: "Don't doubt my ability, if it weren't for saving those ordinary people, I could kill the motherland people on the spot."

He's a giant baby who thinks about drinking his mother's milk all day – he's never met an opponent of my level. "

Carl is not talking about metaphors, people in the motherland do have a quirk of drinking milk.

Human milk, milk... Drink both.

But the butcher obviously didn't know, he was thinking about another question.

“... Why are you going to do it to them?

When Carl heard this question, a somewhat cruel smile broke into the corner of his mouth.

"Just as they eat dry wipe out ordinary people, I also want to eat dry wipe them, it's as simple as that."

When the butcher heard this answer, he only felt a little creepy.

A group of superhumans is scary enough, if this freak can really slaughter superpeople as pigs, what will be the future of their ordinary people?

Carl continued as if he had guessed his thoughts: "This is just a big premise, a small premise... We can exchange technology.

Saying that, the butcher only felt the hard object against him slam against his body, then stabilized his spine and slowly climbed up his right hand.

Something seems to be crawling on his feet!

A sense of crisis pervades his body, and the butcher knows he must resist!

Bang!

But when he decided to move, the huge force of his left foot directly stepped on the ground and made a pit!

The wooden floor was stepped out of the pit, and the bearded man fell under one foot.

He looked at his feet in shock, and then at his arm—

some kind of mechanical device that greatly strengthened his strength.

Looking at Carl again, it was only then that he could see the appearance of a young man with horrible burning marks on his face.

She was looking at him with a smile.

Yes, the explosion still caused some damage to Carl - but burning the skin wasn't the first thing he encountered, and he could find a way to fix it when he went back.

"You can use this thing to try it with two superhumans, but the Motherland is sensitive to these now."

I suggest you leave things to me, and then you can secretly build these machines. The

butcher shook hands, and he felt that he could now easily wring a man's neck.

Unlike superhuman drugs, mechanical... It's reassuring.

Humans have used tools for thousands of years, and compared to superhumans, it is clear that super equipment is more in line with... The idea of the butcher.

“... What do you want? "

Compound five." Carl said bluntly, "And it's not just one or two bottles, I want how to make it."

"It can't be." The butcher said in a deep voice, "I don't know how you know the name, but that thing has long been discontinued, all the information..." "Don't

pretend, I know that person is in your hands, give me compound five, I will give you exoskeleton technology, and attach the head of the motherland."

If you don't close the deal, I'll have to kill you first. "

Carl doesn't have any equipment on him.

But the butcher could tell from the look in his eyes that this guy didn't mean to joke.

So, what should he choose?

Carl was not in a hurry, just looked at the butcher, waiting for him to make a choice.

He knew that the butcher would definitely agree to cooperate—a solution to find beyond compound five, a powerful machine that was far more stable than a superhuman.

Machinery needs to be produced, but superhuman, do whatever you want.

And compound No. 5 has extremely high side effects, and only the people of the motherland can best fit.

But the equipment is not the same - this is enough equipment to confront the Motherland head-on.

"Well... You win.

Carl shrugged and finished the wine at the bar.

The butcher pulled his feet off the floor and added, "But, before that, I want you to kill another guy before I take you to compound five." "

A trifle." Carl shrugged easily.

From now on, the black-robed pickets really have the ability to picket.