Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

Opening the video conference, Obadiah on the other side of the phone seemed a little preoccupied.

"Long time no see, boss."

"Long time no see--I heard something was wrong with your body, are you better now?" Obadiah said with concern.

"Not a big problem, but..." Carl took off his thick clothes, revealing some parts of himself.

The skin color under Karl's clothes has changed drastically, and if he turns off the Life Crystal, his bronzed complexion will turn lifeless black, like a lot of pigmentation.

In addition, although the burns were basically recovered under the healing of the cat spirit, those scars still remained, and they looked quite hideous.

It looked like some kind of skin cancer had returned, which seemed normal considering Carl's condition.

As for the broken hand... Carl just covered the exoskeleton frame under his sleeves and didn't let Obadiah know much.

"Still recovering, the doctor said you can get more sun." Carl finished speaking, covering his clothes.

"It's unfortunate." Obadiah paused, "You know that we just finished developing the Jericho missile, right?" "

Watched the news."

"Well, I'll give you some simple designs, and you can see if it's difficult to understand them."

Karl was stunned, and then tentatively asked: "You mean..."

Obadiah smiled: "That's right, I intend to officially invite you to join the Jericho missile project team, or the core research and development department of Stark Industries."

Carl immediately showed a look of delight!

But in fact, he was quickly calculating in his heart -

the core R&D department of Stark Industries is only Tony Stark! Even if Obadiah wants to add someone in, he has to ask Tony if he says yes!

Now he does this, there is only one explanation....

Obadiah is going to do it, and he wants to see if he can replace Tony, even if only partially.

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Stanis, and I will do my best."

Carl bowed slightly, hiding the smile on his face.

......

New York, the world's largest metropolis, when Carl first arrived, he felt the threat of death and the chaotic bottom streets.

But now, he only feels that it is full of order and a better tomorrow, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise on earth.

Although Obadiah was in a hurry, he also knew that the analysis of Jericho's missiles was not such a simple matter, and Tony Stark alone was worth a few of his research teams.

Although Karl has some abilities, exoskeletons and missiles are not something in the same direction at all and take a lot of time to learn.

As soon as he got off the plane, the bald head pulled Carl into the office and took out a large number of computational data and mathematical models, as well as some construction diagrams.

Then there was no surprise to Karl, he himself was basically incomprehensible - his skill is [Individual weapon design and manufacturing LV.2], which is not small different from strategic weapons such as intercontinental missiles.

This disappointed Obadiah, and the good news is that Karl is not completely incomprehensible, and maybe there is still salvation.

Either way, when Carl left, he was sure that Obadiah had no intention of changing his plans at all - he wanted to kill Tony Stark and monopolize Stark Industries.

And Karl, even if he does not understand Jericho missiles, is still a cash cow.

Finally, Carl, who received a small amount of money, left Stark Industries - according to the time, Tony was about to leave for Afghanistan, and Carl had three months to prepare.

Ready to take over Stark Industries' exit from the arms sales industry, thus freeing up the demand for arms.

Of course, not so urgently.

Queens, Carl's home, is somewhat lively.

"Hey, what do you think of this dress? I never thought I could have blue clothes and look good. Carl

wears an electric welding mask and welds his Evolution Star exoskeleton on the other side of the glass.

Hearing Greer's question, he said without looking up: "It's beautiful."

"What about these pants?" This layer of cloth doesn't feel good on the skin, but it looks good. By

this time, Greer had changed into a pair of skinny jeans, which perfectly outlined her long legs, and it was easy to make people want to pinch them.

Not to mention the part above the legs, it's simply ... Human killers.

However, Karl still did not raise his head and continued to modify the Evolution Star exoskeleton.

Greer also noticed this scene, but she was not angry, just took the trouble to change her clothes, and then kept asking Carl how he was.

"Sir, don't you think you should take a break? Ms. Greer is such a lively lady.

"Indeed, it's good that I'm determined." Carl picked up a welded arm skeleton and felt its weight.

"I'm glad to have such a guest at home, otherwise you would be too boring." Britz complained.

"I'm also very happy to have such a ... Well, you can change the title, like hostess. Carl said as he put the skeleton into the scanner

, "Besides, I don't think I'm boring -- scan it, check it and stop here today."

"Received, sir." Britz paused for a moment, "It's time for the scheduled visit, do you want to connect Dr. Connors?" "

The explosion basically scrapped the Evolution Star exoskeleton, and it just so happened that his left hand was gone, which was a good time to upgrade his equipment.

However, his crippled left hand is a problem, and Carl needs to give himself a left hand first.

It just so happened that he also knew a doctor who also lost his left arm and was very researched about it.

As Carl ordered it on, the video interface appeared on the projection wall.

Carl looked up and said, "Dr. Connors, I hope prison life doesn't bother you too much."

"Of course not... Your hand? Connors was shocked - how Carl also became a one-armed man!

"This... The cancer metastasized, or the arm became cancerous - you know what I mean, old and sick, having to amputate.

Connors was silent for a while, and said, "It was originally a little boring, but seeing you so optimistic, I have adjusted." The

corners of Carl's mouth twitched, how did this sound like: I was originally quite miserable, but seeing you so miserable, I suddenly felt that I was not miserable again.

"Uh... Anyway, I'm going to get myself a new arm now.

"Then you may be disappointed." Connors smiled wryly, "I modified the decay rate formula many times, but it only turned out to be a little better — and again with that drug."

"I'm not saying your scheme, Doctor, I want you to try mine."

Carl swiped and showed his thoughts on the screen.

A shiny mechanical prosthesis.

"Prosthetics? This thing can certainly be used, but it is never as good as the original.

"Don't jump to conclusions – the biggest trait of humans is the ability to make tools, and maybe that's the key to evolution."

Carl zoomed in on the technical details while meditating in his heart:

Join the glorious evolution.