Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

The last systemic financial crisis occurred in '07 and was known as the subprime mortgage crisis.

Trillions of dollars of bubbles disappeared, but there were also people who were bearish on the market before the crisis, bought insurance, and then made huge sums that ordinary people could not earn for tens of thousands of years.

And now, the alien invasion is a contingency, it is a disaster, and the scrapped Manhattan borough will absolutely vaporize the financial market on a large scale.

And the blow is not quite the same as the financial crisis, because it does cause physical damage....

In short, eagle countries, which are emerging from economic crisis, are now at risk of recession again.

And Carl - this shrewd boy bought a lot of insurance, and now various well-known insurance companies, including American International, have to pay him....

Hundreds of billions in reparations!

Who can come up with hundreds of billions of dollars at once? No one!

The federal government has a headache here

, but in fact, as long as the parties are willing to negotiate, this matter is easy to handle - dealing with the crisis means that there will be new interest links established, and politicians are sensitive to this, but at the moment there is no other way but to let Hextech deal with this part of the mess in the past.

After all, the price given by Karl is indeed very low.

"Yes, Mr. President, if you wish, I can help you deal with the endgame in Manhattan at a very fair price.

Yes... If this is the case, I can reduce AIC's debt at my discretion, and I will have the specific regulations drafted by my secretary and then submitted to you for review.

Employment? This is not a problem at all, I can solve part of it.

But if you're interested in this, I suggest you reach out to two of my collaborators who are interested in entering politics, and I think they can be of great help to you – in

fact, the other one you may be familiar with, Mr. Norman Osborne.

Carl walked down the corridor of the Stark Tower, next to the exoskeleton private security guard of Osborne.

After the incident, S.H.I.E.L.D. immediately said that it would take over the endgame handling of the scene, but Carl said that you can come over, but the core area is already under the control of Hex Technology.

That's this building, the Stark Building.

While exchanging views with Mr. President and his staff, Carr happily finalized many matters.

“... Oh? Are you saying that someone applied for permission from you? It's okay, I know there's no way around it, but according to our agreement, the permission after this can only damage the control and promulgation.

You just understand, nice to work with. Hanging

up, he immediately received another call from an acquaintance: Nick Fury.

The employer, or the former employer, showed Carl an administrative paperwork with a black face.

"This is a White House order, now we can take over the scene, right?"

"Of course—then..." Carl swiped across the communicator, "this is the bill for this time, and the services add up to a total of two hundred and three million dollars, and I will wipe you with zeros, two hundred and three million dollars."

Fury's expression darkened - with so much money, even S.H.I.E.L.D. was super bleeding!

Not to mention the fact that the contract stipulates that the money must be paid within one quarter....

Damn, they can't declare bankruptcy like those banks.

“... We'll pay on time, and I'm going to let Thor handle the Space Gems, and then we'll handle the Psychic Scepter.

"Yes."

Karl's meekness stunned Fury - he thought this kid would trip him up again.

“... Well, then I'll let Agent Hitwell hand over to you, you have seen him.

"Of course, actually, he came quickly, and he should be getting his hands on things by now."

Saying that, Fury's side came a communication from Agent Hitwell, indicating that he had obtained something.

"Well, even if this service is a bonus, our contract will end here, and all my people will be withdrawn.

If there are no other problems, I have to deal with other things. "

Is the Damage Control Directorate? You and Tony are really fast.

Carl shrugged: "So, who else is better suited to handle these things besides the two of us?"

Fury wanted to retort.

But the thought of these two people rushing into the crack in the portal at the last moment made him unable to say anything.

It's better not to say.

"Well, anyway, thank you for your contribution to this world, and I wish you... The money is rolling.

"Thank you so much."

Hanging up, Carl came to the elevator.

Bite.

The elevator door opened, and Agent Hitwell was startled, and the reflection on his bald head trembled.

Carl smiled slightly and walked inside, an action that made the others in the elevator even more nervous

- because they were actually Hydra, who had come to steal the spiritual scepter - and the thing was now in Hitwell's hands.

It only takes a few more processes for them to get the job done....

But now—

the air in the elevator was a little dull, and Hitwell could barely squeeze out a smile, but saw that outside the elevator, the floating tank with Osset printed on it had been evacuated.

This big boss shouldn't have come to cut off the scepter of the soul, right?

Hitwell breathed a small sigh of relief.

But the next moment, Carl said: "The plan has changed, I will take away the scepter of the heart."

Hitwell did not say anything in nervousness, but an agent next to him said: "This is impossible, sir, I do not understand."

Carl looked at the speaking agent and laughed – this guy was called Rumlow and also had a "stage name", Crossbone.

The atmosphere in the elevator became increasingly tense, but Carl only easily attached himself to Agent Hitwell's ear.

This action gave everyone a rush of adrenaline, and the Hydra agents also held their pistols in unison.

Carl became more and more amused, and whispered in the ear of Agent Hitwell: "Long live Hydra."

Suddenly, the elevator was confused and peaceful.

Carl happily carried the suitcase away.

......

It wasn't until the elevator doors closed again that the Hydra agents recovered from their shock.

Unexpectedly, Carl turned out to be the person they organized!

No wonder this kid suddenly jumped from an immigrant to a genius scientist and single-handedly founded the most promising and wealthy company in the world!

It turns out that it is all the help of the organization!

Now, this hydra has even saved the world!

This thought shocked their hearts, and they became more and more excited -

with Karl's insider, the future must be their hydra!

Thinking of this, the elevator also came to the first floor simultaneously.

Hitwell turned on his secret communicator, and he was going to report the good news to his superiors.

Bite.

The elevator door opens, and he is greeted by a heavily armed Hextech Quick Reaction Squad -

just for a moment, Frank's team knocks them all unconscious.

This outrageous and absurd scene was also transmitted to Tony, who saw this scene and fell silent directly -

he was shocked.

“... This?

"As you can see, S.H.I.E.L.D. isn't credible — but I'm not good at saying how much it can't."

Carl got into the floating car and put the scepter in the security cabinet: "But my suggestion is that we assume that none of them are trustworthy, do you know who gave the order for that nuclear bomb?"

Alexander Pierce, a member of the Security Council, is also a direct supervisor of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I'm not going to talk about Fury, but what kind of person would indiscriminately attack Manhattan with a nuclear bomb while there is still hope?

"Unless... He didn't care about the order of this world in the first place.

"That's it."

After a short silence, Tony drank the wine in his hand and said with a wry smile: "You have disrupted my plan to eat barbecue for a while--what to eat barbecue with a lot of thoughts."

"No, you should be happy." Carl was relaxed, "because you know a potential threat, and he doesn't know what's going on." "

Okay, I'll cooperate with you—but I'm interested in the kind of optical stealth material you used in the raid..."

Carl blocked the Stark Building so that Frank could lay a material in the place where he did it, an optical stealth material that could obscure the situation in a certain area.

That's right, it is through the cell research of invisible people that the material is obtained.

Although the effect is a little worse than that of the invisible man himself, Tony can cooperate with the processing of the video material.

"Yes – negotiate the price with my secretary and enjoy the holiday, Tony."

After speaking, Karl hung up the communication.

"My dear chairman -- do you have to do something so dangerous?"

Beside him, Felicia's expression was a little cold.

"Of course – if not, how can I protect this interesting world?"

Carl lay on the reclining chair, his hands resting wantonly on Felicia's perfect body, causing the latter's body to tremble.

"When I was in the crack, I suddenly thought, what a failure if I just died like that—I

thought of you, of course, and others... Some people.

Carl's voice grew weaker and weaker, and Felicia turned her head to see that the man had fallen asleep.

Britz's voice rang out: "Madam, although Sir looks relaxed and bad, I assure you that the pressure he is under is definitely not small.

If he offended you in any way, I apologize to you.

Felicia touched Carl's cheek stunnedly.

"Since he is asleep at this time, how can I blame him?

What a strange person..." The

floating car slowly landed on the Hextech Floating Spire, and this night, there was no such passionate movement.

Carl had a beautiful dream—

at the end of the dream, he suddenly thought that he had not yet counted the harvest.