Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

In the roadway, Carl was a little anxious.

"Sir, the plane is about to land, if you still can't wave it, it's best to give me some advice on how to deal with the situation after landing." "

Yes, everyone else will stop traveling through time, but not on Carl's side.

Time is still flowing on Marvel's side — especially when he's talking to Britz, which is 1:1.

When the plane landed, the dealer found that the person in charge had disappeared, and it hurt.

Carl scratched his head, looking very irritable.

"System, can you explain how I should go back, if you teleport so suddenly every time, I will strike!"

[Transmitting information across universes will cause a certain degree of space-time turmoil, unfortunately it is impossible to accurately measure it at present]

[But there is a technology for measuring space-time in Hex, and it is recommended that the host learn to complete the measurement by itself. To

put it simply: the system does not manage.

As for the space-time technology recommended by the system, Karl was directly speechless - the system displayed: "The technology is too advanced for the host to understand, please continue to obtain Hex Points and related technology learning to unlock".

Completely useless.

"Alas, it seems that you can only be counted on. Carl said to Britz.

The system is not reliable, but fortunately Britz is reliable.

"In

this way, you say that my disease has recurred and I must go to the hospital, and I can't see people for special reasons, and the order will be given through you."

After Britz listened, the computer immediately formulated a plan in his head: "This lie is a bit clumsy, but it is the most feasible solution at the moment."

"Well—alas, I hope you don't stay here for more than a month, otherwise things will happen." "

A month later, the crystals on Britz's body will run out of energy, and then it will really be lost.

"One more thing," said Britz, "Mr. Parker has been contacting you, and he has been outside the door several times, and it seems that he has something to discuss with you.

"Peter?" Carr froze for a moment, "what do you think he's looking for me for?" "

Since that Lizardman incident, Osborne has stolen a batch of advanced equipment, Peter may be investigating the matter, maybe he wants to discuss it with you." "

“... I'm not a superhero, I don't care about that. Carl waved his hand, but then suddenly thought that Osborne's advanced equipment

seemed to be able to become Hex's points.

Let's pay attention to it.

"Okay..."

"Wait a minute—that's fine, you communicate directly with him and if he needs some support, you can provide it to him appropriately."

"Got it—oh, by the way, sir," continued Britz suggested, "about your sudden disappearance, if this is the norm in the future, are we going to build a file or a contingency plan to deal with it?"

"Good suggestion, we'd better pick a guy who only recognizes money and doesn't ask more." Carl thought for a moment and said, "It's better to be someone from the bottom and familiar with these things..." Halfway

through, Carl was stunned for a moment - isn't this why Obadiah was willing to work for himself in the first place!

"Well, that's it anyway, it's nice to have some smugglers in New York -- by the way, hasn't Peter been catching petty theft?

"Okay, so that's it for now, and you might need to take a call to confirm it later."

"No problem. "

Cut off contact with Britz, just as Jonathan also ran over, this scarecrow is not very good, running two steps out of breath.

"I think there should be about 30-40 people inside, no more than 50 people, and the strongest firepower is at most submachine guns and shotguns.

"So many people?" Carl was a little surprised.

Jonathan said that the number is the number of armed people, because to engage in criminal activities, the psychology doctor took the initiative to learn some reconnaissance skills.

More than 40 guns, not many in New York, not to mention the central downtown.

It is worthy of Gotham, and it is still more advanced in terms of the professionalization of crime.

"Can you handle it?" asked Jonathan hesitantly.

"You're really blind. Carl gave him a blank look and ran the equipment for a self-inspection.

He had just defeated the Dark Knight, and this guy doubted his combat ability!

Well, Carl is actually not that confident, after all, he is not a combat professional.

But sooner or later, you'll have to get familiar with these things.

"Well, according to the plan, I sneak in from the front, after exposure I will attract their attention, you enter through the pipe to block the warehouse, and then prepare to extract the fear gas.

After that, Carl's mind moved, and the hook shot out and disappeared among the tall buildings.

Jonathan looked at the disappearing back, half worried, half excited and put on his sack hat.

If it is done, this ticket can pass over his harvest for several months....

This weirdo is really his own noble!......

Every gangster has a slaughterhouse.

Gangsters are gangsters after all, they smuggle, sell drugs, shootouts, but they also know that they can dispose of the corpses as much as possible, and there is no need to make their fellow police officers embarrassed by some small things.

The slaughterhouse is a good place to deal with it.

People pull in, fall on the assembly line and go in, come out a pile of minced meat, feed it to pigs, and digest it in less than two days, without a trace at all.

In the guard's room, a group of gang members of the Black Mask Gang were playing poker, and they broke out into laughter.

The unlucky bastards who had their turn to stand guard were smoking cheap cigarettes this night, wondering when they would be able to make a big deal.

Bang--

there was a faint sound of ropes closing in the night sky, and the unlucky egg standing guard just frowned, and the sharp pain in the back of his head made him unconscious on the spot!

But soon it wasn't something he should be worried about: he wasn't Batman, and he was doing this job a little louder....

The little man in the guard's room looked out suspiciously:

"Hey! Grass, a mongrel is coming to the door!" Carl

shook his head helplessly, raised the bipolar pistol and shot out a large ice gun.

The

frost suddenly covered the entire security room, and the people inside were all frozen into ice sculptures.

It's just that such a big movement also woke up the other minions in the building.

But when they looked out the door again, they saw only the security room with snowflakes and the doorman on the ground...

Fear suddenly hit his heart

: "Someone is coming! It's him! It's him!" Carl

, who was sticking to the wall on the side, shrugged: "It seems that they treat me as Batman, which is not bad, and can also increase the progress of extracting fear gas."

After that, Carl climbed over the wall and gave the unlucky bastard a blow with his knee, and landed on the ground.

With the sound of hurried footsteps in his ears, Carl raised his muzzle and aimed at the end of the corridor.

As soon as a group of minions appeared, they were frozen in place by ice guns, and the low temperature made their heads sluggish, their movements stiff, and the frost froze their feet and hands....

Seeing this, Carl picked up the pistol on the ground -

"The dive was successful, just practicing fixed targets." "