Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

Jasper Hitwell, a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but don't look at this kid's low level, but he is involved in many things.

The reason for this is because he is still a hydra - a hydra of no low rank.

However, even the well-informed HYDRA S.H.I.E.L.D. dual-material agent visited the headquarters of Hex, which still shocked him a little - the

headquarters was full of inhuman robots and transporters, and only a small number of employees were responsible for safety and supervision.

If you consider an invasion... This kind of security, which is completely different from the traditional defense network, makes him feel like he is gazing into the abyss.

In particular, the solid and solid security gate in front of you looks no weaker than the protection of a military fortress.

"Please show your proof of visit."

Standing in front of him is Frank in an exoskeleton, and the red-glowing eye detector makes him look like a demon.

"We are... Agents of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, we would like to consult with your company.

"No appointment record." Frank moved, and the Hextech rifle in his hand was put on alert.

Hitwell's heart tightened: "Relax--we are official people, this is my certificate..."

Before he could take out his license, Frank directly raised his gun and aimed at this guy--

"Stop, I don't care if you are an official person, Hextech now has a direct cooperation agreement with the military, and in terms of security management, our secrecy level is on par with any secret agency."

That is to say, don't behave in a way that would mislead me. The

cold voice made Hitwell break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

He forced a smile and said, "You act as if I am some kind of black man who has nothing to do, I am really an official sent person."

Frank didn't speak.

Carl saves his family and helps him avenge him.

He doesn't ask more of these things – because what Carl asks of him is not to ask more, just to carry it out.

Because he knows that almost everything is under the control of the boss, and since the boss did not speak, there is no need to ask more.

"Frank, take him to the drawing room and take care to remove the listening device from him - it is already marked on your face armor."

Carl's voice sounded in his ears, and Frank put down his gun, and the tension eased a little.

Only then did Hitwell breathe a sigh of relief—because he knew that Frank's highest level of secrecy was no joke at all.

Hextech can really directly kill the official staff who come here without authorization.

Thinking of Coulson, who could casually ride on Tony Stark's private elevator, he was really miserable in his heart.

"The boss said you can go in, but pay attention to your words and deeds, come in."

"Okay." After hearing this, Hitwell was about to return to the car, but was immediately stopped by Frank.

"Hey! I said, only you can get in, your car -- no. "

Huh?"

Hitwell was stunned - the interior of the Hextech headquarters is like Central Park in New York, and he wants to walk in?

A floating transporter slowly drove out of the wall, this is a small two-person floating transporter, without much redundancy design, completely used for transportation within the headquarters, relatively small.

"Also, put away the gadgets of those agents on you, or you may face very serious lawsuits - you, and the collective or organization behind you."

Hitwell honestly put everything in the car where he came, unloading all the agent equipment to make him feel like he was running naked.

But what can be done?

The floating car starts, and the night view of New York City comes into view -

he comforts himself: at least this industry can experience the floating car experience worth tens of millions of dollars on the market, and it is not a loss.

......

"Mr. Carr, I think I'll be blunt, we are now in some special situation and need the help of some talented people like you—perhaps Mr. Stark mentioned it to you."

"Avengers? He did say that, but I'm not the kind of hero material.

Carl shrugged.

Although he is still quite popular in the "superhero circle", he is really not Tony's kind of fun personality.

Rather than pretending to be a superhero, showing wealth and enjoying life is more in line with his definition of a good life.

"Well..." Hitwell didn't seem to have much to expect, and said instead, "So... Do you accept military contracted employment?

Carl raised his eyebrows: "You can say it first."

"Here's the thing – your company has groundbreaking science and technology and has successfully applied it to reality on a large scale.

Whether it's military, medicine, engineering, and so on, the world is amazed

– as an agency with global enforcement powers, we want your help in dealing with special events – such as the Great Threat of Abomination and Hulk.

Carmore held the teacup in his hand: "So this incident is also like the Harlem incident?"

"To this... All I can say is that we also have our own confidentiality rules, sorry. "

Cunning Hydra.

Carl knew what they were doing – most likely hiring Hextech under the guise of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Once or twice may still be normal, but with the so-called "confidentiality requirements", once the number of times, they can use Hextech.

Even tying Carl to their boat.

Unfortunately, this method is only useful for those who are kept in the dark - Hydra is not a hidden threat to Karl.

"Sounds good, what can you give me?"

Hitwell was happy - although he was a little unpleasant when he walked in the door, now that he got along, Carl was still good to talk to.

"Most directly, we are rich – secondly, we can give you what you need most, political support.

Let me be pleased to introduce -- the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, although we appear to be a native agency of the Eagle State, in fact.

Our parent is the World Security Council, so we have jurisdiction all over the world.

Carl smiled after hearing this.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has legal enforcement powers in many countries, but it has also been met with all kinds of hostility.

Hitwell continued: "I know that your company has a habit of developing poor areas, and even set up factories in Kaza, Africa, and hired silver mink security.

But after all, Silver Sable Security is only a security company, and we can directly deploy regular agents to your factory area, and even enjoy legal exemptions.

You can think about it.

After listening, Carl said almost without thinking: "Good conditions, but I have always abided by the law, so I hope to get more financial support."

To put it bluntly, such as this incident, what do you need me for, how much can I get.

"So you agreed?"

"Did you know that military contracts usually involve a lot of details, and if you expect to get a contract that says,

'Hex Private Military Contractors is completely at the mercy of what for some time to come,' you're probably going to be disappointed."

Carl put his hands under his chin: "I prefer piecework contracts – tell me my mission goals and we'll talk about it, or we can wait for the next opportunity to work together." Hitwell

scratched his head – this guy wasn't easy to fool.

"Well, sir, we need your strength to find a special... Energy source. Finally

, Hitwell told the whole story.

A powerful energy source, inherited from the villain of World War II, the Red Skull.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has been researching the item, but just a day ago, an accident happened.

The uninvited guest appeared in the institute out of thin air, then snatched the Cosmic Cube, and abducted their people, and now there is no news.

And they want Carl to help them find the Cosmic Cube.

Carl listened and said

, "It sounds interesting - but since you are not willing to provide detailed data on the mission objective, that is, the Cosmic Cube, I do not accept the contract for the Cosmic Cube."

The agent frowned: "What do you want?"

"I can provide you with technical support and necessary military assistance only before you confirm the termination of the contract."

"Sounds like that... That's fine, but if so, you must strictly abide by the clause that you do not study the Cosmic Cube privately.

"Of course." Carl shrugged, "Then let's talk about compensation, a base salary of $2 million an hour before the end of the contract, and some additional terms."

With a swipe of his hands, a holographic projection of the contract surcharge appeared in front of his eyes -

the huge employment payment of 10 million an hour had already made the people of Hitwell faint, and the additional clause was even more outrageous.

"In addition to conventional force and technical support, satellite support increased by $2 million/hour; Overweight firepower support of 1 million US dollars / round; Extremely difficult working space rescue 10 million US dollars / time;

Large-scale rescue operation...? "

This is not hiring PMCs, this is hiring little golden men!

Fortunately, the things on these additional terms seem difficult to use....

For example, this extremely difficult working space rescue - here is an example of rescuing complex vehicles in high-rise spaces above 100 meters.

And complex vehicles don't include common fighters – who can use them? Fix something, spaceship?

There are also large-scale rescue operations, defined as high-density urban areas being attacked by war, and Party A requests the exclusion of support....

What do you mean, is someone going to bomb New York with a nuclear bomb? How can it be?

Looking down, there are really weapons of mass destruction to deal with, which is also outrageous.

As for the base salary of $2 million per hour, it looks high in comparison, but it is not too outrageous.

After all, this is the high-tech company that Wall Street is most optimistic about but cannot ask for.

"It seems... Acceptable. After reading it, Hitwell said slowly, "Then, let's sign the contract here, the situation is urgent."

"Of course." Carl smiled, smiling very happily. "Also, I only accept dispatch from field commanders - who is your field commander?"

Hearing this question, Hitwell was finally in a better mood.

No matter how arrogant this successful entrepreneur is, he will be surprised to hear this name.

"Steve Rogers, yes, you heard it right, Captain America."

When Carl heard this, he just cooperated and showed a surprised expression.

Then the smile on his face became even stronger.

That's nice.