Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"So the Black-footed Cat Base will welcome a team of PMCs? You're really willing to pay for your blood -- and you're so rich? Dr

. Tumlow in the video was a little surprised.

Carl can spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to build a black-footed cat base, which is already very rich in his opinion.

But hiring a PMC, or a private military contractor, to take care of security is not cheap.

"That's right, in short, safety can be guaranteed, they are very professional, former NAZI hunters, trainers."

Carl sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass in his left hand, and his posture was very relaxed.

But there was some tiredness in his eyes -

he didn't wear any clothes for the past two days on the plane, and he did nothing except do some things he loved.

Another reason to sit on the couch is that some legs are weak.

"There is indeed some money - and there is an additional line to this year's work goal: the black-footed cat base will be expanded to 300 acres."

"300 acres? Well, the size is not a problem, the problem is money, I think I need at least $500,000 to build the base.

"I'll give you a budget of 1 million, and it's done beautifully and exquisitely."

Tumlow was taken aback: "What the hell did you do?" I mean, it won't cause Interpol to come to the door one day..."

"Don't ask so much, you'll know soon, there's another guy who might go over there later, I'll send you his message."

Carl was talking about Yuri, the manager of the sales department.

Yuri has been promoting Hextech's technology in a foreign country during this time, and will come to Kazakh after a while to establish a strong relationship with the officials there.

"Well... I'm glad to have a helper. Tumlo nodded, and although Karl gave him a lot of authority, he did not delegate personnel power.

Although I know that this is to prevent infiltration by spies and agents, one person is responsible for the development of the base, and also has to contract the industrial chain combing of the crystal synthesis industry, and the pressure is actually not small.

Yuri's arrival at least freed his mind from having to deal with the local bureaucrats.

After briefly discussing the details, Tumlo also reminded Karl to take care of his wife and children.

Karl nodded gladly and said that if it went well, he would see his son enrolled in the medical school of Imperial University in a while.

Tumlo was overjoyed, turned off the communication and went to work.

After finishing the incident, Greer also called, and saw that at the end of the video, the little wild cat looked at Carl on the sofa triumphantly:

"It looks like my purpose has been achieved."

"I surrender." Carl raised his hands helplessly, "Stay safe, although I fell behind this time, but I am looking forward to scaring you when we meet next time."

Greer rolled his eyes and said amorously, "Look at you like that, next time I'm going to let you walk the road."

After that, the big beauty stepped onto the plane.

Turning off the communication, Carl also got up from the sofa, and today is another day to continue working.

In order to make Hextech Technologies successfully stand out when Stark Industries gave up arms sales, Karl made a lot of preparations during this time.

Now the security of the African raw material origin, that is, the black-footed cat base, has been guaranteed, and funds and assets have been put in place.

First of all... Integrating a company and setting up a company requires at least two talents: a lawyer who understands the law, and a senior management who understands the company's operation and structure, that is, a secretary.

"Britz, did anyone apply for the job advertisement I posted some time ago?"

Carl took a sip of his wine and then asked.

"There are some, but to be honest, they are relatively inexperienced, and this is the compiled list."

Carl patiently looked at the list, and at the same time felt a little helpless.

The Marvel World is a world of talent, but many of them are science freaks, and not many are good at managing companies.

In terms of lawyers, Carl already had a choice in his mind, but he didn't have much clue about secretaries.

As for finding such a talent in your resume? It's like buying a lottery ticket.

"Alas, let's take my time in this regard, I can apply for a few job applicants tomorrow and see their level of knowledge."

But let's be honest, if only Eagle Nation law allowed AI to participate in management.

"I regret that that is not possible, the meeting has already been arranged."

"It really hurts." Carl shrugged helplessly.

To be honest, Britz definitely has the talent to manage the company, but unfortunately in law it is not even a natural person, and naturally it is not allowed to become a legal representative.

Being unable to become a legal representative means that every move has no legal effect and cannot handle the affairs of human society alone.

After initially identifying a few candidates, Carr was concerned about another thing, one more important:

the opportunity to enter the arms sales market and the security of the transoceanic supply chain.

PMC alone can only carry out force support, and if you want to become bigger, you need to make it bigger... Abstract protection.

Political protection.

In other words, Carr needs support from politics and official institutions, and not to the extent that one or two MPs or one or two officials can survive.

This starts with Frank.

"I remember a big incident happened in Hell's Kitchen yesterday?"

"Yes, Mr. Frank Custer killed two young men in front of his home, and he was sure they were two gangsters, but public opinion seemed to be against him.

And it seems that someone linked him to the person who pierced the armor of the Rhino a few days ago, and is now tracing the source of those weapons. This

was something Carl expected.

The weapons he used to subdue the Rhino and the ammunition he gave to Frank were Hex firearms, and it is not surprising that they were analyzed.

The question now is how much S.H.I.E.L.D. is behind this matter, and whether it will interfere with the things that follow.

"I'll take a look and call me a taxi."

"Sir, although it is a good habit to spend every penny on the blade, you really should buy a car."

Carl shrugged and didn't say anything.

......

"You must be that Carl? I heard that Stark was killed in Afghanistan, and you are the next Stark! I must have a photo with you..."

Carl was pulled over by the enthusiastic taxi driver and forcibly took a group photo.

With an embarrassed but polite smile on his face, Carl thought it was indeed time to buy a car.

"All right! Arrived at your destination! Young people like you should buy a car –

this one is free! Come on, young man! Long live the mech! The

uncle slapped Carl the back, then swung his fist.

It has to be said that New Yorkers are indeed outgoing.

This uncle pulled Carl along the way to talk about how much oil prices rose yesterday, from the war in Afghanistan to yesterday.

Carl had these things in his head all the way.

Closing the car door with a black face, Carl walked towards Frank's house.

The place still has a cordon, but the police are also very careful and very restrained, and do not lean too close to the door.

After all, a veteran with outstanding merits, especially a veteran with a weapon of mass destruction in his hands, there is no need to mess with him.

Seeing this, Carl walked directly from the road set aside by the NCPD to the house.

The police also wanted to remind Carl, but saw Carl walk in the door without any problems.

The scene was slightly surprising, but soon they were back on to their business.

Just not far away, on the street, a young policewoman in a police uniform turned on her communicator.

"Nick, someone did show up, and it was a... Acquaintance, Carl of Stark Industries. "

The one in charge of monitoring Frank is none other than Black Widow Natasha.

The power of the weapon that penetrates the armor of the rhinoceros is too great, which has attracted the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"It seems that he does... It's not easy, raise his surveillance level by one level.

"Regarding this, I would like to say that I checked his correspondence records, and the information in them is incomplete and there are obvious traces of receiving modifications.

He has a strong sense of counter-reconnaissance.

"That means we need close surveillance... Have you figured out the entry point?

Natasha glanced at the taxi that was driving away and said, "There is indeed one – and this is the first time it has been done this way." "