Comic Genus Hextech Tycoon

"This looks like the weapon that pierced the armor of the Rhino Man in Osborne some time ago.

Natasha looked at the big sniper in front of her in amazement.

Simple exterior design, construction principle that can be understood at a glance.

This is obviously an electromagnetic rifle, all the essence is in its barrel, and the entire track is a full meter three.

But the weight of such a length anti-materiel sniper rifle is estimated to be no more than 5kg, and the counterweight is so comfortable that it feels like a submachine gun.

"The only thing to watch out for is the recoil of this gun – are you sure you can control it?"

asked Frank.

It sounds provocative, but it's really tongue-blowing – the gun is light enough to mean the recoil is hard to control.

As for Natasha herself, she is half a reinforcement and should be fine.

Frank just snorted coldly: "I've ever blasted an armed unit with more salt than you've ever eaten, little lady skin." "

That's also true.

Not to mention the explosion, the tanks that he climbed directly to blast with explosives are not few.

Natasha just raised her eyebrows, didn't say anything about it, but looked at the room Carl entered: "Aren't you curious what he's doing inside?"

Frank tried his weapon, then looked at Natasha, "And I advise you not to be curious." "

Natasha just cursed in her heart, this guy is really difficult to deal with.

S.H.I.E.L.D. only has two Level 10 agents, one Nick Fury, and one is her Black Widow.

But in her feelings, this man's degree of difficulty may not be below her--hell, this guy's body is completely ordinary level!

At this moment, Carl walked out from behind the door, but strangely, there seemed to be no change in him.

Blowing a whistle, Carl said, "Okay, let's go." "

So what the hell are you doing inside?" asked Natasha directly.

"You'll know later—please.

Carl bowed slightly and motioned for Black Widow to go first.

He then exchanged glances with Frank, who shook his head lightly and signaled that Natasha had left no surveillance equipment behind.

But... Although Frank has a strong sense of combat, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s high technology is still beyond his understanding.

The lady had a lot of high-tech on her, and she placed a small device under the sofa, which looked like a miniature drone.

Britz's voice sounded in Carl's head.

"It's rude. Carl went under the couch and took out the drone.

This thing looks like a spider, only the size of a thumb.

Rao is also quite sci-fi from the perspective of the US military.

As soon as he got into the car, Carl threw the microrobot into the driver's seat, causing Natasha and Frank to look stunned.

"It's a minus and I hope we work together as equals and not be spied on every day – otherwise I'm going to get angry."

Stunned, Natasha put away the miniature robot casually.

"Count me down to you.

At the same time, the agent recorded in his mind that the target has a strong self-esteem, seems to prefer honest transactions, and the risk of private monitoring is too high, and it is recommended to deal with transactions in a transactional way.

......

"The person we were looking for was Garner, he was a minority, but a believer, and he was the first to raise the issue that something was wrong.

In the car, Frank tells the goal of the business.

Natasha said as she drove: "It's funny, if he really is a believer, the Afghan battlefield should not be the place for him to go."

Carr interrupted: "That's not the point, the point is that we need the video he has in his hand, which shows that an executive instructed a soldier to kill local civilians, or a police officer."

"I would say that these things are common. Natasha glanced at Frank through the rearview mirror, and the other party's mood was a little unstable.

But she still has to remind the two.

"The C.I.A. has long had rumors of selling illicit drugs abroad, and some officials and politicians would use the money to run their politics.

Of course, those who can do this are basically very famous political families.

"What do you want to say?" asked Frank coldly.

"I want to say, you actually know that these things are not simple, right, and secondly, with them head-on, things will be complicated.

Natasha was actually reminding Carl.

In her opinion, Karl should not take the initiative to get involved in this matter, the politics of the eagle country is too complicated, and the slightest carelessness will lead to disaster.

And talents like Carl, once everything is gone, can easily become... Extremely harmful antisocial elements.

Often referred to as a "supervillain".

This is also one of her goals in contacting Karl: to prevent him from falling.

"We're already fighting it. Carl didn't let go of his relationship.

"I really don't understand why you are going through this muddy water.

"Maybe it's justice in my heart." Carl shrugged.

As for Frank, he didn't really want to talk.

Because Natasha was right—he did have a premonition of these dirty things, but what could he do, if

he had resisted or done something else like a stunned man, maybe he wouldn't be alive today, and those guys would even be able to deal with themselves and their families in the name of righteousness.

Thinking of this, Frank only felt deeply powerless - he could kill many people, but he could not slaughter a country.

And this is the power of politics, and the two are not the same dimension at all.

The car slowly drove out of the bustling urban area, all the way into the country road, into the increasingly sparsely populated countryside.

"I hope you're really ready. The

car suddenly stopped, and Natasha said to the two with a solemn face.

"My

intelligence network told me that the NSA sent a team that was searching the area, and they seemed to be waiting for someone.

Frank said, "they knew I was coming, so they didn't launch as long as we went in..."

Carl opened the door and got out of the car without hesitation.

Natasha wanted to say something, but looking back, the clothes on Carl's body had completely changed.

That's a more comprehensive set of exoskeleton armor.

[Item Name: Evolution Star-03

] [Description: Improved protection and power, with a Hex shoulder gun that can release ice guns and plasma fireballs on both shoulders

] [At the same time, the Hex rocket belt that combines propulsion ability and rocket artillery is loaded around the waist] [

The right arm of the exoskeleton is equipped with a catapult device, which can deploy a prefabricated small automatic gun gun to a visible position within 30 meters - a total of 3 automatic turrets]

[The left arm is equipped with a bulletproof shield, which can effectively play the shock absorption performance of the vibranium joint. 】【

Evaluation: After adding firepower, this can be regarded as a real combat armor, but due to the immaturity of the soft control system and other details, the energy consumption has also increased significantly】【

Accessory name: Hextech rocket belt】【Description: Can launch Hextech magic bullet rockets and provide propulsion sufficient to exceed the speed of sound in extreme situations】【

Accessory name: Hextech shoulder gun--GLR-800】【

Description: Can fire an exploding ice thorn, and when it bursts, it will produce frost covering an area

] [Accessory Name: Hextech Shoulder Cannon - "Revolver"

] [Description: Can fire a magic fireball with extremely high temperature, and will generate a shock wave after explosion

] [Accessory Name: H-21 Automatic Battery] [

Description: A small automatic rifle battery made that can be remotely controlled by AI].

The brass-lustrous alloy armor completely covered Karl's surface skin, and the two viewing windows left by the helmet emitted an orange-yellow glow.

In this dark night, it's like... A ruthless terminator.

This is the culmination of Carl's new armor in the room, integrating all the available Hextech technology he now possesses.

Natasha took back what she was trying to say, saying, "I guess I don't have to be involved, right?"

"I'll go get ready now—mind if I take a picture?"

With that, Carl gestured to Frank.

"Prepare to enter the war zone. "