Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

【Practice completed

】【Proficiency has been acquired, you have acquired new skills

】【HexLife Sciences lv.1】The

next night, Carl has completed the physical self-test.

He was normal.

The activated Hex crystal is set in the abdomen, and a complete set of energy ducts is constructed under the skin, which is equally dispersed to the limbs.

This energy kills the dead cells and builds a purple replacement cell.

Because most of the cells are located under the skin, there is nothing abnormal on the surface.

Supplemented with microlight injections, his body can be stronger – and Carl found that these replacement cells are extremely tolerant of shimmering light, almost ten times more than ordinary cells!"

Carl stood upside down in front of the mirror, admiring his new body, secretly admiring.

He slowly let go of his left hand, then gritted his teeth and closed his fingers one by one....

Losing

his balance, Carl hurriedly lowered his feet and stood up - although his body was now considered the best of ordinary people, his control over his body was not yet to that extent.

"It's a pity that two activation crystals are only enough for two months at most. "

Karl also had three small inferior Hex's Crystals in his hand before, one of which was activated on him, the other activated on the Heart of Evolution as a backup, and one to leave a margin just in case.

After all, the nature of activated crystals is more elusive.

Putting on his clothes, Carl glanced at the monitor: he saw that Norman in the cell was completely unconscious, and a few strands of white hair appeared on his head.

If Carl had a real Hex core crafted from native Hex crystals, he had no doubt that Green Goblin and Norman would turn into flying ash.

The small, inferior crystal was obviously not enough to make this villain die.

"You want to kill me, I'll help you deal with the excess life energy, it's fair. "

It's just... Forget

it, the Green Goblin who drains the life energy is not much of a threat at all, and it can't be slowed down by pumping it once for at least half a month, and he can still keep Norman awake.

Whether he can solve the Green Goblin or not, it's up to him.

Of course, the Green Goblin potion was indeed a good thing – if it wasn't dangerous, Carl wouldn't mind giving himself a shot.

The next task is clear, at least get some Hex Points - and the way to get this thing is very simple.

New York City is full of talent....

For example, the scorpion man last time was good, I don't know where he is making trouble now.

In the short term, you can be a masked hero and catch the bad guys, but in the long run, you still have to set up your own research room, stabilize output, and try the localization of Hex's technology.

Opening the cabinet panels and sealing the basement, Carl walked out the door -

"Fresh air, really nice." Taking a deep breath, the bright sunlight shone on Carl's face, making people feel happy.

"Hey

, Mr. Carl, where have you been these days! You've been at home?!" Before

he could sigh, Peter shouted out from afar, his expression quite complicated—surprise, worry, complaints, etc.

Since Carl came home, he has been secretly observing for several days! He thinks that Carl has died at home from an old illness, and he plans to enter the door to check it!

The technical challenge suddenly took inspiration. Carl shrugged.

Looking at his energetic look, Peter was a little puzzled, but still nodded, and then began to complain: "Okay... You let that agent Coulson come to me, and he really comes to me once a day!

Maybe the agent is like this, I thought he was just asking like a police officer routinely - nothing serious, right?"

Carl's gaze was a little strange, because... Peter looked a little tired.

Is this something Spider-Man is not happy

with, or is Coulson really annoyed, or has S.H.I.E.L.D. discovered his true face?"

"Not really, but I've been under a lot of pressure academically lately, you know, I'm graduating soon."

"I said what a big deal, that's it." Carl chuckled, "Do you want to go to Imperial University?

Peter immediately raised his eyebrows: "Oh -- really? I don't actually need a letter of recommendation, it's just... Well, it's always good to have a little insurance..."

"Of course, it's not a big deal, I'm going to school, you come together." I'll

talk to Aunt May!"

The two took a car and soon arrived at the gate of the Imperial University.

I've always wanted your autograph, when will I buy that exoskeleton?"

Carl handed the signature back, then waved at the taxi driver and saw off the loyal fan uncle.

"Oh my God, am I all that hot now?" muttered Carl.

"Oh – trust me, this is just the beginning, you have no idea how popular you are!"

Peter said as he opened the video site – and the truth came out.

I saw that on the video website, all of them are videos of him and the Green Goblin fighting for three hundred rounds, of course, only the first half, the second half because of the fierce battle, people have long run away, and the camera has exploded.

The

corners of Carl's mouth twitched - worthy of being a New York City citizen, he likes to watch something exciting, and he doesn't want to think about whether today is a United Space exhibition, and tomorrow it will be the small house they rent.

After watching a few videos, Peter said a little sourly: "There is obviously another person at the scene, but I haven't even seen his shadow in these videos!" Carl

smiled subtly: there is really no shadow of Spider-Man in the video.

Not only that, but the bloody scene was also cut, and it seems that Stark Industries' public relations department may be building momentum for new products.

Maybe tomorrow my mail will receive Obadiah's request for civilian EXO-T1.

"No way, this is capitalism - then again, I don't want the uncle support group, why didn't two blonde girls ask me to sign or something."

Hearing these blunt words, Peter looked at Carl strangely, as if he had reacquainted himself with the little boss.

Carl also looked back strangely: "What's wrong, I'm a man, a normal man, a strong man, do you think these are not normal?

I guess there is. "

Oh, this girlfriend you are talking about, does she know she is your girlfriend?"

Peter was defeated by Carl's complaint, and the two continued to walk forward.

And soon... Carl found out that he had said a word -

there was really a blonde girl coming to him!