One Hundred and Sixty-Six Chapters Special Researcher Specializing in "Punishment"

Selena wondered: "His things don't seem to be... Wait, wait, they seem to be useful to us?"

Luke smiled and winked at her: "Don't you keep saying that when you perform your "mission", you always feel that something is missing."

What the two were talking about, of course, was that Selena complained that when she was doing private work, her attack methods were too simple.

Now, as long as she has Bent's gizmos, New York nights are going to be a lot more fun.

Luke took out the fake mobile phone and sent an order to a shell company through the Internet.

At this moment, Bent was driving his broken car with a face full of frustration, on his way home.

He couldn't afford to live in New York, and he couldn't afford to live on the Hudson River in New Jersey. He had to stay at his mother's house in Secaucus, New Jersey after being unemployed for several months.

In the United States, it is not uncommon for unemployed middle-aged people to go home to eat 70-year-old mothers.

Of course, whether the old lady is willing or not is another matter.

Bent's old lady didn't think too much about him being unemployed, but she was extremely dissatisfied with his life where he hadn't even found a girlfriend.

Thinking that not only did he fail to make money this time, but also that he would continue to be despised by his mother and have no girlfriend when he went back, Bent felt that the days that followed were dark.

Not having a girlfriend is a trivial matter, but what should I do if I have no money to continue my research?

The old lady's pension is good enough to give him a bite, and he can't ask for more.

Do you really want to find a researcher job, follow the arrangements of those idiot supervisors, and conduct research that will always be boring? Bent fell into depression.

Even if the phone rang suddenly, he just glanced at it and found that it was an unfamiliar number and was not interested in answering it.

Someone called to buy his invention? That is impossible.

Of the calls I received from yesterday to today, except for one from my mother, the others were either sales promotions or misplaced calls.

But the unfamiliar number persevered and rang seven or eight times.

Bent stepped aside angrily, slammed on the brakes with one foot,

When I got on the phone, I shouted: "Damn, I don't buy insurance, I don't buy condoms, I don't buy financial products, I don't buy cheap mobile phones, I don't buy anything. I'm so poor that I want to eat shi, and you want to eat too. Huh? When I pull it out, I'll send you a few pounds by mail, so you bloody salesmen can eat enough!"

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone, I guess I didn't expect Bent's mood to be so violent.

A few seconds later, a very polite voice sounded: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Bent Bennett?"

Bent vented and gasped at the moment: "Bastard, I don't even have a credit card, I'm going bankrupt now!"

The voice on the other end of the phone was still polite and formal: "It looks like you need a job, right?"

Bent was stunned: "Job? I didn't submit a resume."

The other end of the phone laughed. "It's okay, a door-to-door job is always better, Mr. Bennett."

In this way, Bent sat in the car for half an hour on the phone.

As the call time went on, his face got better and better.

Finally, he hung up the phone. He was so excited that he couldn't help rushing out of the car. He raised his arms and looked up to the sky: "Hahahaha, I have a job, and I have money."

A luxury car drove past him, and the little girl in the car looked at him curiously: "Mom, what's wrong with this man?"

The luxuriously dressed lady pouted: "It's okay, just another crazy one."

At the same time, Luke looked at the text message sent by the lawyer hired by the Shell Company, and turned his head with a chuckle: "The existing invention is 500,000 bought out, and the annual salary is 200,000 in the future, plus 5% of the patent income, signed Fifty years, are you satisfied?"

Selena thought for a while: "It's okay, but isn't it too long to sign for fifty years?"

Luke shrugged: "Otherwise, why would you order a $10 million liquidated damage? They're not really stupid, they just like to play with technology. We don't expect his invention to make money."

Selena: "Can't you just buy his current technology? He still wants to sell it."

Luke: "This guy doesn't love his father or mother in the Ministry of Defense, and he gets very few resources. And I will give him a research budget of 1 million to 10 million a year, you are sure that he will not develop anything Interesting new technology?"

Selena thought about it too and nodded in agreement.

What Luke didn't say is that the long-term purpose of this investment is still for Selena.

She doesn't have any motivation to kill.

Whether she is a police detective or a vigilante, only when she encounters a scum like Kilgrave will she kill her without hesitation.

Luke didn't plan to change her habit.

Everyone has the right to be themselves, and he can't think that Selena is wrong because she is not as straightforward as himself.

If there is no system, his choice may be similar to Selena.

However, Luke has always felt that for some people, letting them live is also a punishment, provided that these people cannot be made too comfortable.

And Bent's little toys do just that.

Some small toys will have better effects as long as their action time is prolonged.

For example, if you keep farting for a week, any big guy who wants to come will drop his majesty.

The same tickle powder, cramp oil will not kill people, but it can make people lose most of their ability to work.

Especially for gang bosses, it is difficult to convince their subordinates without their momentum.

Thinking about the sudden emergence of legends such as fart bosses, cramp bosses, and tickling bosses in the New York gang in the future, Luke was fascinated.

He always remembered a certain story from the last life: My neighbor's eldest brother has always been the bully of the school, and he will not dare to obey the orders. Until one day, when he was fighting, he took out the magical girl transformation stick that his sister was playing with from his pocket...

From this, it can be seen that killing the heart is the best policy.

Two days later, Luke and the two were finally freed from the patrol mission.

Except for the attack by Ivan at the opening ceremony, the fair was business as usual.

Even though more than 2,000 people have been stuffed into the detention center just donated by the Stark Group, it is still undeniable that this was a successful, peaceful and productive exposition.

Luke's mind also woke up from the joy of gaining Tony and Ivan's new abilities, and refocused his attention on Nikki and Monica's abilities.

Primary muscle control and primary imitation of these two abilities alone are not particularly strong.

But when they appear in a person, they become extremely powerful composite abilities.

Take Nikki and Monica as examples. An ordinary person who combines these two abilities can easily kill three or five pairs of Nikki + Monica.

Where muscle control is hardware and primary imitation is software.

Simple primary muscle control, fighting skills must be learned and improved by oneself after all.

Simple primary imitation, but will be limited by physical fitness can not fully play.

Only the two are integrated into one, with both strength and skill, and the ability to fight in close quarters is enough to move closer to Luke's level.

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