Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents..." Carl picked the men's clothes open with a gun, revealing the documents inside.

"Sir, do you need to update the database?" "

Yes, help me build a file, S.H.I.E.L.D.-full name Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, American secret service organization, secretly researching high-tech and supernatural humans."

"An official organization with the same name has been found on the Internet, but on the surface this is a defense department of the Eagle Nation - do you want to merge?"

"

The question now is, why did these guys come to Africa to attack the indigenous people.

Looking around, there was no longer a single living person in the tribe, or not even a few corpses, only a few men, who looked like they had been killed after resistance.

Greer looked so angry that even his eyes turned into cat pupils.

Carl has been fully sure that this wild beauty must have superpowers, looks like the ability to mimic a cat - of course, fights more like a tiger.

The corpses on the ground died unexpectedly.

Karl spoke, "Do you have any clue as to the cause of the attack? Psychic beings are interested, like you.

Following his gaze, Greer found that the tiger stripes on his body were clearer again.

At this time, she also reacted - a spear penetrates two people, night vision, and the enhancement of fighting ability, etc., are difficult to explain with talent.

But she really didn't know anything.

"I... I don't know, I just remember when I was hunting in the wild, I met a group of people dressed in the same clothes, who seemed to be looking for a very rare metal.

I saw that they were friendly, so I took them to the village and exchanged some things.

Soon they were gone, and another group of similarly dressed people came, and when they saw me, they opened fire, and although I wanted to resist, I couldn't beat them out.

Then I was tied up in that strangely ... In the glass house, I seem to be a little different since then.

Carl collected the guns and bullets on the ground while pondering possible scenarios.

Looking for a special metal, Carl is almost 99% certain that he is looking for vibranium, a metal produced on the African continent.

This could be a long-term project within S.H.I.E.L.D., or even within the Eagle Nation.

The first friendly, most likely unwitting S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

As for the second batch, it is clear that it is Hydra agents, and apart from vibranium, this tribe seems to have something that interests them.

Like Greer.

Carl looked at Greer unconsciously – and that made sense.

However, he looked at Greer a little uncomfortable.

"Forget it, it's useless to guess here, let's go directly to the place where you were arrested and question."

You can still lock in to that... Maybe your people are tied up there.

"Yes!" Greer nodded and jumped into the car.

"Uh... But before I go, I still have to do a little preparation. Carl glanced around, and an off-road armored vehicle was parked not far away.

It is worthy of being a hydra, and the equipment used is good.

"We took that car. "

......

Finally, when Carl saw the long-lost human settlement, he was about to burst into tears.

This month, he has used up the small secondary crystals he has on hand, the crystal infused with life energy has also been replaced with the last one, and Britz has also replaced the spare crystal himself.

This

city is located on the coast of West Africa and is one of the few big cities on the continent - and it also happens to be the next stop on Karl's arms dealer's journey!

Sir, I think this wild trip to Africa is not bad, at least your marksmanship has been greatly improved.

"Hehe, the more you go down and practice, I can improve more."

"It's not good to be lazy, sir, and I think you'd better add live ammunition to your arsenal as well." "

Although the power and functionality of live firearms may not be comparable to bipolar pistols, they are also good to use and very energy-saving.

And the energy attack may not be suitable for all situations -

but with the addition of the functional pistol, it will look bloated, and you will have to think of a plan when you go back.

At this moment, Greer pointed to a completely different painting facility not far away and said, "Here!

"This lady, you don't want us to be held at gunpoint as soon as we enter town, do you?" Greer

scratched his face awkwardly and sat back.

As for this off-road vehicle, it has been transformed by Karl and is unrecognizable.

In order to get more automatic firearms, the body structure was redesigned, and many retractable parts were cut to facilitate the design of firearms.

The leather and thatch that covered the surface of the car were meant to cover up the modified cutouts – otherwise the car would look like a stitching monster, piece by piece.

However, such a huge car driving into the city still attracted a lot of attention.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. office is quite conspicuous, the houses next to it are mostly thatched houses, and the few steel-concrete buildings are clustered together, while S.H.I.E.L.D. is alone on the other side.

It was a refined facility that wasn't too tall.

"So what do we do?" asked Greer, who had taken Carl as her masterpiece.

"Scouting first, I want to know how many people are inside, the structure of the building, their sentinel points, and where our target, which is where your people are.

This task is left to you, and we will act at night. "

Hmm... Understood, what are we doing now?" "

Now, of course, it's time to sleep. Carl shrugged and yawned. "After driving so many days, of course, you have to take a break before acting.

"Sir, I have to correct it, I was driving all the way. "

It's also quite tiring to ride in the car.

With that, Carl closed his eyes in the seat, and the car slowly drove into the parking area.

Looking at the busy crowd and the hot sun outside the window, Greer was a little uncomfortable with this tranquility and looked at Carl again.

Tangled for a long time, also lying on the seat like a cat.

......

As night fell, the temperature plummeted, and the streets were empty.

A few sneaky young men touched it out and headed straight for the cool car—

"Are we really going to do this?" someone asked uneasily.

"Of course, even if you can't pry and drive, it's great to pull two pieces of leather from it!

The owner of the car himself put the valuable things outside, isn't

it stealing for people? He let people steal the land, can that still be called stealing?

Besides, they just steal and what's wrong

! The young man tiptoed up, things went more smoothly than they thought, and the young man ripped off the leather!

But after tearing it off, every young man froze, as if he had been stunned by magic, and some were even trembling.

Because in front of them, it's the muzzle of the black hole -

"Hey, come here, help me tear all the leather off the car and put it in the window."

Carl tapped the car door and ordered.

But the children were still stunned.

"I said, I don't want to say it a second time. The

automatic gun suddenly turned, and the safety automatically opened, making a clicking sound.

So the thieves trembled and began to work.

"How's it going, is it going well?" said Carl into the communicator.

"I've found my people, they're in cages! Oh, wait a minute, I seem to see the person I was in contact with for the first time..."

Carl looked in the rearview mirror: "Hmm... Give me 30 seconds and then I'm ready to go. "