Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

After finding a place to rest for the night, Stern's state has improved a lot, at least now he can hold things with his hands.

Carl had planned to go straight to Chinatown early in the morning, but Stan grabbed him.

"Are you going to apply with this face?

Free America is just talk, surveillance probes are everywhere, I bet you show up on the street like this, and you will be found in less than 3 hours.

Carl was stunned – what Stern said was true.

He remembers a plan that has always been carried out in S.H.I.E.L.D. movies: Project Insight.

It's almost an enhanced version of the real-life Prism program, monitoring everyone in society and even predicting the probability of crime – in fact, the probability of a threat to Hydra, of course.

But he really needs to integrate into society now, and he can't rely on Stern's telepathy to avoid surveillance all his life.

Seeing the silent Carl, Stern smiled confidently: "So, I have a proposal, although it may not be very friendly to you."

With that, he pulled out a lighter from his pocket.

Snap.

The flames flutter in the wind and look weak, but even the flames that look weak can cause severe damage to the human body.

Carl's expression changed: "You..."

"Don't worry, it won't hurt very much, I can use my blood, and some superpower assistance, you just need to open and close, and everything will be over." You

know exactly what that thing can do to people. Carl sneered, "And burns are not a problem that can be solved casually, if I don't get it, I will lose my life!"

Stern's blood is similar to Hulk's blood in a sense, as long as it flows into the human body, it is destined to cause uncontrollable changes.

Just look at Stern's now growing and greening head, which is not a good thing in most cases.

"Whatever you want, but you also know that without my instructions, as long as you go out on the street, sooner or later you will be finished."

And without you working hard outside, with my current state, it is estimated that I will not be able to live on the street for a week, from this point of view, I will not harm you.

I can only tell you that I can guarantee that you will not die from burns, and that you will be able to hit the streets after an hour of rest, so choose for yourself. "

Burn your own face?

Just thinking about it shudders.

Carl was once scalded by the boiler when he was working, almost half of his forearm was wasted, it is difficult to imagine how it would be to actively burn his face... Terrible.

But compared to being by S.H.I.E.L.D... Or Hydra caught for human experiments....

You don't have to think about which one to choose.

Karl gritted his teeth and sat back in front of Stern: "But first say okay, I don't need your blood."

"Oh, that's fine, but that way, you can still enjoy half the pain."

Don't yell -- it'll attract the police. Stern

lit the lighter and put his other hand on Carl's head with an evil laugh.

"Then let's get started.

The flames approached his cheeks little by little, and Carl's breathing became heavier, but he knew that if he couldn't get past this, something more terrible would await him.

"Come on!"

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Stern really didn't lie to himself.

Perhaps it was Hulk blood that strengthened his perception and intelligence, and he could really do it just burn the skin of his face without causing serious consequences

! Stern burned Carl's left cheek and shoulder, which really looked like an accidental scar!

His immune system and sensory system were almost out of control due to the flame burns, but under the influence of Stern's psychic abilities, Carl actually sat in place, not making a sound.

After two hours, he was on the street – but the scar would not see the light yet, otherwise the intense burning pain would return.

That being said, in fact, even if he just hid in the shade, his cheeks still hurt faintly.

This made his whole person look very cranky.

All the way to the place indicated by Uncle Ben, Carl walked into the job search center.

Should it be said that it is fate or luck, this job is not difficult, that is, to move things, due to the financial crisis, there are many people looking for jobs.

But Carl, with a fluent Chinese, blond hair and white skin, got the job undisputed.

"You're good, you know Chinese -- we were going to hire an Asian American." The

leader was a thin Chinese man with a towel over his shoulder and a happy smile.

However, being thin does not mean being thin, on the contrary, the muscles on this person are quite thick.

"I like Hua Guo very much, and I know your language and culture in private... Really nice.

"That's pretty rare. The leading eldest brother smiled, "I'm optimistic about you and do a good job - it's not that I said, we are like this, in your country, it's actually not easy to do."

If you do well, I'll let you deal with something later. "

Hmm... Thanks, I'll work hard.

"That's best, seriously, you guys really like to sneak around—Mr. Lee likes to help homeless people, but you have to work hard!"

"Yes

, he's our biggest boss here, Martin Lee, okay, there's the place."

"Martin

Lee Carr only thought the name was very familiar, and it took some time to find the relevant information in his mind:

Martin Lee, a financial legend in New York's Chinatown, a legendary stowaway, whose tragic smuggling process brought the president of the United States to tears - and of course, largely a performance.

The president deemed his immigrant spirit worthy of commendation, awarded him the Medal of Freedom, and became an official American.

After that, he relied on his ingenuity to build a financial empire and become one of the richest people in New York.

But these are just the appearances - because he also has another name:

Mr. Negatives! In

fact, he was originally the smugglers who caused those smuggling massacres, but he was secretly used as a human experiment subject, and after death, he obtained superpowers, but also produced two personalities.

He

must give up his original identity and become a stowaway!

The leading big brother pushed open the door and signaled Carl to follow, and Carl glanced up at the plaque on it:

"FEAST Homeless Shelter".

That's right, this Martin Lee is Mr. Negative!

The Kim of Chinatown!