Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

"Sir, the situation of the Evolution Star is not very optimistic, and the thrusters are also partially damaged."

"Damn, this is really the most unexpected time travel."

Carl ended up in the suburbs of New York.

New York was very dangerous to him, but as soon as he knew that this place was the world of "The Black Robe", Carl figured out what he wanted to do.

Compound No. [-], the superhuman drug of this world.

After taking it, it can greatly improve physical strength and stimulate different superpowers according to people's different potentials.

Long-term use can solidify abilities, and the people of the motherland are a striking example.

The people of the motherland were injected with compound No. [-] since childhood, giving them invulnerable bodies, immense strength, the ability to hang in the air, and powerful laser eyes.

It is the strongest work of Watt Company.

The Vought Company is a super enterprise that uses Compound No. [-] to create superhuman beings and makes profits from it.

Vought deceives the world and tells the world that the people of the motherland are aliens. In addition to terrorists, there are also super villains and aliens in the world.

This world has no logic at all. From the perspective of those packaged superheroes, it is completely heaven.

But now, things are different.

Supervillains really show up.

Carl took off all his equipment and walked among the crowd like an ordinary person. It's just that if there was a super agent agency like SHIELD in this world, they would find that he was a stranger with no records.

The battle with the motherland caused a huge impact on his body. His right arm was fractured and one of his ribs was broken.

However, with exoskeleton osteosetting, the position is still normal, but it will take time to recover.

It would be impossible for this kind of injury to be completely intact without recovery for several months. Even with the effect of low light, it would take several weeks to fully recover.

Unless...he can find Compound No. [-].

As it happened, he knew where to find it, even the man who made Compound No. [-].

The protagonist in the play is the leader of the black-robed pickets, the Butcher.

[Exchange Hex Small Inferior Crystal x5]

[Cost Hex Points: 1000]

[Current Hex Points: 12000]

Karl exchanged five crystals from the system, and then brushed his hands over the weak current box and communication box.

Five small Transformers are generated on the spot and can be combined to invade the entire city's communication network.

As long as the butcher is modern, he will leave traces.

The five little Transformers soon got the news Carl needed.

The guy with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a big beard is now in a New York tavern.

Karl looked at the road - if you can't fly, you can only take a taxi.

A truck was approaching from a distance, and Karl walked up to it.

……

The butcher was somewhat doubtful about life.

Could it be that Watt Company really didn’t lie and that there are really aliens threatening the earth?

But he quickly rejected this idea. Rather than talking about aliens, it was more likely that the guy was an out-of-control cyborg.

But what kind of reformed person can put all the people of the motherland into the hospital?

"That guy with wings just cut the plane in half! Then the people from the motherland showed up and beat the guy away!"

"What kind of weapon does he use? Are his wings sharp?"

"Uh...yes! The feathers on those wings are as hard as metal!"

"Did the people of the motherland lose in a head-to-head confrontation?"

"No, he sneak attacked the people of the motherland!"

"But didn't you say he attacked the plane first? How was he going to make a sneak attack?"

"...In short, it was him who made a sneak attack! Yes! He was the one who hid in the plane and forced us not to talk, and then ambushed the people of the motherland!"

On the TV, a woman nervously described the situation.

It's just that the description is a bit vague, hemming and hawing, and the preface and the follower are inconsistent.

"Nine times out of ten, it's another lie." The butcher took a sip of wine, and he had work to do again.

The people of the motherland must die, and this mysterious freak seems to be a target that can be won over.

"exactly."

At this moment, a strange voice came from behind him, and the butcher's heart tightened.

Something hard pressed against his waist.

"Who are you?" the butcher asked in a deep voice.

The visitor said to himself: "You idiots from the motherland were unable to deal with the hijackers who hijacked the plane. They accidentally killed the pilot and damaged the control panel."

The man behind him described the situation vividly, but his frivolous tone set off huge waves in the butcher's heart!

Who can know what happened at that time?

In addition to ordinary people, the only witnesses at that time were people from the motherland, Queen Maeve, and the mysterious man!

Of course it is impossible for the Motherland and Queen Maeve to come to him, so this is the mysterious man!

"These witnesses are also cowards. If it weren't for me, they would all die."

Carl was quite unhappy.

The person he saved turned around and put the shit basin on his head, but no one would be happy.

Now he became the mysterious alien threat promoted by Vought.

The spokesman on the television said:

"Vought has made a statement about this, which is likely to be the aliens that the company has been fending off for decades, and their incursions have clearly intensified."

Carl scoffed: "Fuck the aliens, do you know what those superheroes do at the big annual event?"

Vought makes up an alien threat every year, saying that superheroes need to go to outer space to solve the threat.

The company then turns the experience into a comic and sells a variety of products.

But in reality, the heroes will be sent to an unknown tropical island.

The Butcher could feel his disdain for these superhuman beings, and he said, "Who knows, I'm not from Watt Company."

"I know, let me tell you, they will go to the island to have a party, tsk tsk, they are really bastards who know how to enjoy themselves."

"How do you know so much?"

"I know more things, butcher, we can cooperate, I can help you kill the people of the motherland."

Just as the butcher was thinking about the weight of these words, Karl continued: "Don't doubt my ability. If it weren't for saving those ordinary people, I could kill the people of my motherland on the spot.

He is just a giant baby who wants to drink his mother's milk all day long - he has never met an opponent of my level. "

What Carl said was not a metaphor. People in our motherland do have a weird habit of drinking milk.

Drink human milk, cow's milk...all.

But the butcher obviously didn't know that. He was thinking about another problem.

"...Why did you attack them?"

When Karl heard this question, a cruel smile broke out at the corner of his mouth.

"Just like they do to ordinary people, I will do the same to them. It's as simple as that."

When the butcher heard this answer, he felt a little creepy.

A group of super-powered people is scary enough. If this freak can really kill super-powered people like pigs, what will be the future for them as ordinary people?

Karl continued as if he had guessed his thoughts: "This is just the major premise, the minor premise...we can exchange technology."

As he said that, the butcher felt the hard object against him pressing hard against his body, then stabilizing his spine, and slowly climbed up to his right hand.

There seems to be something crawling on his feet too!

A sense of crisis filled his body, and the Butcher knew he had to resist!

boom!

But when he decided to move, the huge power of his left foot directly made a hole in the ground!

There was a hole in the wooden floor, and the bearded man sank one foot.

He looked at his feet in shock, then at his arms--

It was some kind of mechanical device that greatly enhanced his power.

Looking at Karl again, he saw clearly what he was looking like, a young man with horrific burn marks on his face.

She was looking at him with a half-smile.

Yes, the big explosion still caused some damage to Karl - but the burning of the skin is not the first thing he has encountered. He can find a way to solve it after he returns.

"You can use this thing to find two superhumans to try, but the people of the motherland are very sensitive to these now.

I suggest you leave the matter to me, and then you can secretly build these machines. "

The butcher shook hands. He felt that he could easily break a person's neck now.

Unlike the metahuman drugs, the machines... felt reassuring.

Humans have used tools for thousands of years. Compared to superhumans, super equipment is obviously more in line with the concept of... butchers.

"…what do you want?"

"Compound No. [-]." Karl said bluntly, "And not just one or two bottles, I want the method of making it."

"This is impossible." The butcher said solemnly, "I don't know how you know this name, but that thing has been discontinued long ago, and all the information..."

"Stop pretending, I know that person is in your hands. Give me Compound No. [-], and I will give you the exoskeleton technology and the heads of the people of the motherland.

If you don't make the deal, I have to kill you first. "

Carl had no equipment on him.

But the butcher could tell from his eyes that this guy was not joking.

So, how should he choose?

Karl was not in a hurry, just looked at the butcher, waiting for him to make a choice.

He knew that The Butcher would agree to cooperate - a solution other than Compound [-], a powerful machine far more stable than a metahuman.

Machines need to produce, but superhuman beings can do whatever they want.

Moreover, compound No. [-] has extremely serious side effects, and only people from the motherland can best adapt to it.

But the equipment is different - this is enough equipment to compete head-on with the people of the motherland.

"alright, you win."

Carl shrugged and finished the drink on the bar.

The Butcher pulled his feet off the floor, and then added: "But, before that, I want you to kill one more guy, and then I will take you to Compound Five."

"It's a trivial matter." Karl shrugged easily.

From now on, the black-robed pickets will truly have the ability to picket.