Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

In Carl's design, he will have an vibranium skeleton.

The bone part of the left hand is made of a mixture of vibranium and other metals, and the bone doped with vibranium is functionally the best prosthetic material.

Although vibranium is not as sharp as Wolverine's Edman alloy, it fits the human body extremely well and may even fuse with the flesh.

Secondly, although Carl only has 10g of vibranium in hand, the density of this thing is only 1/3 of iron, and it is extremely malleable, and it is just enough as one of the alloy raw materials.

Seeing Carl's plan, Dr. Connors also nodded again and again - but Carl hid the existence of vibranium, which in his opinion was just well-designed.

"But... If you're going to insert bone into a severed limb, it's bound to trigger inflammation or even a more violent immune response in the long run, have you considered this? "

I had some ideas, and what I wanted to get was a design for the interface location – like you can see, I'm going to plug it into my broken nerve."

"Why?" Connors was a little puzzled, "Without muscles, only the nerves and blood vessels will make you feel pain, but you can't drive this arm?"

"So, I have muscles." Carl shrugged, "All I can tell you is that I'm an exoskeleton expert, and the human body doesn't necessarily have to be driven by biological tissue, does it?" "

Ahhh... I understand.

Connors suddenly realized.

This understanding implies two implications: First, Carl doesn't give all the solutions, but he needs to solve the neural link problem himself.

Second, much of the reason Carr was reluctant to present the full package was clearly due in part to his own situation.

He's still in jail, and his phone lines are fully monitored.

"Okay, I'll give a plan, I need a copy of your medical report."

"I'm under review, I guess it will be in your hands soon, looking forward to your good news, Doctor."

"Of course."

The two looked at each other and smiled and ended the communication.

Carl did all this and fell back on the couch.

"Britz, get some drink—how's it going over there in Turmlow?"

"Oh, that's exactly what I want to report to you." The robotic arm attached to the ceiling brought a plate of drinks to Carl, "They have successfully planted a small piece of mutant plants.

Dr. Tumloh reported that even extracted the first tube of synthetic stock solution and by-product shimmer -

surprisingly, the climate and land of Africa are more suitable for that kind of plant than you think, and the yield is almost the same as what you have experimented in the laboratory.

The only problem is that the extraction process generates a lot of dust pollution, which can have some impact on the environment, and he said he needed to get a new exhaust pipe.

Carl nodded, everything was expected.

The low-light extraction industry is the upstream of the crystal synthesis industry, and the mutant plants will mainly extract the fully dried plant powder, as well as the crystallized part inside.

The squeezed liquid is the shimmering stock solution, which can be turned into a material that can be injected and burned after certain treatment.

Not bad, shimmer can be used as fuel.

This is the knowledge that Karl gained after redeeming the [Low Light Application (Advanced)] technology.

In Zuan, people used the enhancement of the flesh by shimmering light and its ability to supply energy to prosthetic bodies, and developed various alchemical industries and prosthetics.

Carl looked at it, and if it reached the [advanced] level, this technology could provide a way to make implantable low-light prosthetics.

This is good news for his failing body.

The technology cost Karl 2000 Hex.

[Current Hex: 800 points]

contains many low-light applications, especially topical prostheses, as well as some less dangerous implanted prostheses, such as eyes and the like.

But once these needs are formed into an industry, a large number of mutated plant plantations are inevitably needed as a foundation.

"Give him some money."

"Your boldness will surely please Dr. Tumlo, but he has one more request: additional security forces.

He believes that the plant is too valuable and that if the news is released, it may lead to attacks on the plantation.

"That's for sure, I'm actually going to do it."

"Well, then you must be thinking about this too: you have $100,000 left in your account, and if you don't save some money, you will soon run out."

So now he needs a full-fledged security force and a full-fledged marketing team to help him secure the raw material site and then open the market.

"Uh... Of course, so I'm going to go to the New York job market.

"I think those college students may not be able to meet your requirements." Britz complained.

"I'm talking about Hell's Kitchen."

"Huh?"

"Pack up the sample I just made, I'm going to take it with me."

......

Carl's first stop was a restaurant with four people, all immigrants, parents and brothers.

The documents showed that it was a Jewish house, and everything was normal until six months ago, when there was a shootout across the street from the store.

It was a hotel, a hotel of the Russian gangsters, and another gang rushed in and pulled out the guys, and then the two sides began to scuffle.

It just so happened that the eldest son was on the scene at that time.

After that, the eldest son suddenly got the hang of it - he started selling arms.

I managed the smuggling channel myself, took the goods to Hell's Kitchen to sell myself, and made a little fame....

What kind of talent is this?

However, Peter was sent to prison last month and released just a week ago, so he was noticed by Britz.

The name of this talent is Yuri Orlov.

The legendary arms dealer in the movie "King of War", although according to the plot of the movie, he should have entered his old age at this time, I don't know why he is still very young.

But Carl won't miss that opportunity.

Maybe at Marvel, it was superheroes who inhibited his talent?

In a warehouse manager, Yuri is doing his brother's thought work: he needs a partner.

"Give it up, I've drunk borscht you made, it's really fucking hard to eat, you don't have that talent."

"What about you?" His brother smiled, "Hung by Spider-Man on a streetlight?" "

Yuri is stuck - how can this be said!

His brother is a "good man", and in the movie, because he does not want to see terrorists get their hands on weapons, he voluntarily blows up his own goods, so that the deal falls through.

If there wasn't for Spider-Man, Yuri would have been able to convince his brother.

But now... Peter seems to strengthen morality in the hearts of good people.

"Okay, brother, since you are back, you can be a good person, and you can live well if you are a good person, right?"

After that, Yuri's young brother walked back to the kitchen, causing Yuri to sit in place with a depressed look.

This scene was completely seen by Carl, who was sitting by the window of the dining room.

"This place is worse than the smelliest swamp." Greer looked out the window at the world and complained to Carl with a frown.

Although Carl had made her wear those thick clothes that she didn't like very much, he still couldn't avoid those small eyes.

Carl was quite upset, but he couldn't take the mask off his face now.

He didn't want S.H.I.E.L.D. to have any illusions at this stage.

"I have indeed wronged you, but I do need a little protection now." Carl clapped his hands, "I'm still disabled for the time being."

"But I swear, if another man looks at me like that, I'll stab this knife in his throat..." said Greer fiercely.

"Uh... That's a problem, but it's better to do it quietly at night. "

Do we have time for the evening?" Greer grabbed Carl's waist.

"Let's not talk about this... I'll go find someone, you wait for me.

With that, Carl walked to the street behind the tour—sometimes to catch Zhuangding, you have to take the initiative.