Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

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-click.... Gas gushes from the robotic arm, and the huge force easily bends the steel bar in the hand, and this feeling of mastering superhuman power is addictive.

And the mechanical exoskeleton is too handsome.

The smile on Franky's face never stopped.

Bang.

The butcher closed the car door, looked around and said, "Let's go, I know this thing is addictive, but you look like a pervert who sees beautiful women now."

"This thing... It's amazing, where did you get it? Military? Are you hooked up with the military now?

"It's not." The butcher shrugged and opened the door to the basement.

"Then I have to join, this thing can make us rich..."

The butcher whispered as he walked, "And not an ordinary rich man."

"Ah!!!"

A miserable voice came from the end of the passage, and Franky paused in his steps: "Kidnapping?

"Almost, you know, this kind of thing certainly won't be simple..."

"Ah!!!!"

The Invisible Man screamed rather miserably.

His skin is indeed quite solid, in addition to refracting light, it is also resistant to high temperatures and impacts, and considering the thickness of his skin, the properties of this material are also praiseworthy.

But even the strongest skin is also skin, and there are nerves on it.

Thousands of degrees of laser light rage on its surface, leaving black traces under the transparent shell.

This is non-conventional weapons.

"It's really good, I think I should try to replicate this material."

"Data analysis shows that this is a cellular synthetic, and maybe we can mass-produce it by cloning cells."

"Clone... It's not that simple, maybe trying to make cells cancerous is a good direction. The

invisible man was almost scared to pee when he heard this, but the severe pain made him unable to even speak!

And Franky, who had just entered the door, was already stunned -

that was invisible! The Invisible Man of the Super Sevens!

And that chilly guy ... Is it people? Or a robot? Alien?

Because that guy, beat off the Motherland in the news!

Although the Walt company said that the Motherland was only slightly injured, they have not seen the news of that guy for 24 hours!

"You'd better explain to me what's going on!" Frankie's face changed instantly, and he was about to take out his pistol.

Multiply!

The laser shot out from the darkness, and the pistol reached a hundred degrees of high temperature in an instant, turning into molten iron!

French quickly threw away the gun, and the high temperature made him scream repeatedly!

"Don't be nervous, so this is your arms dealer friend?"

The sound of footsteps clashing between metal and ground echoed through the room, and Carl approached Frankie.

The clear yellow scanning light on the armored eye resembled the eyes of a demon, and Franky even forgot to breathe.

Standing in front of Karl, the pressure is no less than standing in front of the motherland.

"It's him -- can you let me play with what you played just now?"

"Of course." Carl's voice fell, and a laser pointer popped out of his shoulder.

After getting this thing, the butcher excitedly walked towards the invisible man, who could only watch in horror as the bearded terrorist smiled and walked towards him....

Then let out a miserable cry.

Franky looked at the butcher in the cage and then at Carl, knowing that he was on the thief's ship today.

So he stiffened and said, "Okay... So that robotic arm is from your hand, take the liberty to ask, are you human? The

mask popped open, and Carl smiled slightly: "Of course it is, you can call me Carl." "

Well... It's a good start, Mr. Carl, I'm French, what do you want?

"I want the world."

The smile that had just squeezed out of the corner of Franky's mouth froze -

what do you mean? Is this what people say?

What are the aliens who came to occupy the earth?

"Look, you still lack a little imagination, sit down, let's talk slowly."

Carl tugged lightly and pulled over a huge box.

"To put it simply, as an arms dealer, I believe you are not the kind of person who is willing to live under others and engage in this kind of small business all your life."

Frankie forced a smile, but thought to himself, "But if I were to fly a plane and hit the Twin Towers, it would still be avoided."

"Don't laugh so badly, take it easy – it's big business." Carl spread his hands, no way, who let him make such a big move in this world.

"You want to do business?" Franky also got serious when he heard this word.

"That's right, Walt started out as a superhuman, and as the only and top biological weapons company on the market, it made a lot of money.

But they've been reluctant to sell the technology — in fact, if they did, they wouldn't have much meaning.

This is where Walt and the official conflict lies, but I don't have that problem. "

Superhumans, as a biological weapon, are in a sense less reliable than machines.

First of all, this thing is unstable.

Walt has been experimenting for so many years, and the Motherland is a perfect experimental subject, and the rest of the Super Seven can barely be considered good.

But what about more superhumans?

At best, it is two or three times stronger than ordinary people, and unlike the Motherland, there is no need to maintain the intake of compound No. 5.

Long incubation cycles, unstable product quality, and... As a person, controllability is poor.

But what about soldiers in exoskeletons?

They obey orders, and their capabilities come from the industrial system, their abilities are controllable, and their training is orderly.

On the other hand... It can also drive employment.

Moreover, the existence of the Walt company has caused headaches in the United States, and this kind of thing that is enough to resist superhumans can definitely sell!

Frankie instantly figured out the key.

"So, you want me to be this arms dealer?"

"That's right, after all, I beat up the motherland, and I am not very suitable for appearing in public." Carl shrugged.

"Speaking of which... What really happened that day? Did you really kill the whole plane of people?

When Carl heard this, he stared at Franky with a smile and did not speak for a long time.

Frankie stood upside down under Calder's gaze -

if the man in front of him was a murderous maniac, what was the difference between working with him and working with his countrymen?

However....

Carl smiled slightly and handed out a USB flash drive.

"I'm not his crazy person, it's the whole process of our fight - from me saving people, to this guy attacking me like crazy, it's all on top.

To be honest, I don't quite know what kind of feud he has with the people on the plane.

If you want to expose all this, you'd better find a journalist and newspaper who isn't afraid to die, but my advice is, you listen to me – the time has not yet come.

French swallowed and looked at the USB flash drive on the table again.

In the end, he made up his mind: "... All right... I listen to you, I join, I do it!

"Good, then these things are yours, find a way to operate them."

Carl got up and opened the box under him.

The gleaming exoskeleton armor bounced up, as if to foreshadow Franky's shining future.

New technology, new world.

"Ah!!!"

Unfortunately, at this time, the screams of the invisible man shattered Frankie's illusions, and the latter looked at the cage with an unkind face.

Carl threw out a laser pointer and said, "You can also give it a try, lest you see the Super Seven weaken later." "

“... I'm not that kind of soft egg.

Despite saying so, French took the laser pointer and walked in.

Who doesn't want to rub those spirited guys on the ground?

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