Selina found that odd. "His stuff doesn't seem like much … Wait, wait, it seems like it's useful to us?"
Luke winked at her with a smile. "Didn't you keep saying that you feel like something's missing when you're carrying out 'missions'?"
Naturally, they were talking about Selina's complaints about her being too simplistic when she was doing her own work.
Now, as long as she had Bent's inventions, the nights in New York would be a lot more interesting.
Luke took out his fake phone and sent an order to a certain shell company online.
At this moment, Bent was driving his broken car home with a dejected look on his face.
He couldn't afford to live in New York, nor could he afford to live near the Hudson River in New Jersey. After months of unemployment, he could only stay at his mother's house in Sykes, New Jersey.
In America, it wasn't uncommon for unemployed middle-aged people to go home to live with their seventy-year-old mothers.
Of course, whether or not their mothers were willing and capable was a different matter.
Bent's mother didn't really have a problem with him being unemployed, but she was very dissatisfied with the fact that he didn't even have a girlfriend.
Thinking that not only had he failed to make any money this time, he would also be despised by his mother for not having a girlfriend, Bent felt that his days were bleak.
Not having a girlfriend was a small matter, but what if he had no money to continue his research?
It was already good enough that his mother's pension could give him food to eat; she couldn't ask for more.
Was he really going to find a researcher job, listen to those idiot supervisors, and conduct forever boring research? Bent sank into depression.
Even when his phone suddenly rang, he simply glanced at it and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, and wasn't interested in answering it.
Someone was calling to buy his inventions? That was impossible.
Of the calls he had received yesterday, apart from one from his mother, the others were either salespeople or wrong numbers.
But the unfamiliar number persisted and rang seven or eight times.
Bent pulled over angrily, slammed on the brakes, picked up the phone and shouted, "Damn it, I'm not buying insurance, I'm not buying condoms, I'm not buying financial products, I'm not buying cheap phones, I'm not buying anything. I'm so poor that I'm going to eat sh * t. Do you want to eat sh * t too? I'll mail you a few kilograms of it when I'm done, and you damn salespeople will have your fill! "
There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. No one expected Bente to be so irritable.
A few seconds later, a polite voice said, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Bent Bennett?"
After venting his anger, Bent was panting heavily. "Bastard, I'm not going to get a credit card. I'm going bankrupt now!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was still polite and formal. "It seems that you need a job, right?"
Bendt was stunned. "Work? I didn't submit my resume. "
The person on the other end of the phone laughed. "It's okay. The pay is always better when the job comes to you, Mr. Bennett."
Just like that, Bent sat in the car and talked on the phone for half an hour.
As the call continued, his complexion became better and better.
Finally, he hung up the phone. He was so excited that he couldn't help but rush out of the car. He raised his arms high and looked up at the sky. "Hahahaha, I have a job! I have money!"
A luxurious car drove past him, and the little girl in the car looked at him curiously. "Mommy, what's wrong with this man?"
The lady in luxurious clothes snorted. "It's nothing. It's just another crazy person."
At the same time, Luke looked at the text message from the lawyer hired by the shell company and turned his head with a smile. "His current invention is bought out for half a million dollars, and his annual salary is 200,000 in the future, plus 5% of the profits from the patent. Signed for 50 years. Satisfied?"
Selina thought for a moment. "Not bad, but isn't 50 years too long?"
Luke shrugged. "Otherwise, why would he set a penalty of 10 million dollars? He's not really stupid. He just likes to play with technology. We don't expect his inventions to make money. "
Selina asked, "Can't we just buy his current technology? He still wants to sell it, right? "
Luke said, "This guy doesn't have parents who love him in the Department of Defense, and he gets very few resources. I'll give him a research budget of one million to ten million a year. Are you sure he won't develop some interesting new technology? "
Selina thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
What Luke didn't say was that the long-term purpose of this investment was for Selina.
She didn't have any initiative in killing people.
Whether she was a detective or a vigilante, she wouldn't hesitate to kill scum like Kilgrave.
Luke didn't intend to change her habit.
Everyone had the right to be themselves. He couldn't think that Selina was wrong just because she wasn't as straightforward as he was.
If it weren't for the system, he might've made the same choice as Selina.
However, Luke had always felt that keeping some people alive was also a form of punishment, provided that they didn't live too comfortably.
Bent's little toys were perfect for that.
Some of the toys would be even more effective as long as they were used for a longer period of time.
For example, if they didn't fart for a week, any bigshot would lose a lot of their authority.
Similarly, itching powder and cramping oil wouldn't kill people, but they could make people lose most of their ability to work.
This was especially true for the bigshots of a gang. Without their imposing manner, it would be very difficult to intimidate their subordinates.
Luke was fascinated when he thought about the legends of the fart bigshot, the cramping bigshot, and the tickling bigshot.
He always remembered a certain story from his previous life: My neighbor's older brother had always been the bully at school, and no one dared to disobey him. Until one day, he took out his sister's magical girl transformation stick from his pocket during a fight …
From this, it could be seen that the best strategy was to kill people.
Two days later, Luke and Selina were finally released from their patrol mission.
Apart from Ivan's attack at the opening ceremony, everything was as usual at the fair.
Even though more than two thousand people had been crammed into the detention center that Stark Industries had just donated, there was no denying that this was a successful, peaceful, and productive fair.
Luke also woke up from the joy of obtaining Tony and Ivan's new abilities, and focused his attention on Nikki and Monica's abilities again.
Elementary Muscle Control and Elementary Mimicry weren't particularly strong on their own.
However, when they appeared on a single person's body, they became an extremely powerful compound ability.
Take Nikki and Monica for example. An ordinary person who had fused these two abilities could easily kill three to five pairs of Nikki and Monica's combination.
Muscle Control was the hardware, and Elementary Imitation was the software.
Pure Elementary Muscle Control had to be learned and improved on their own in the end.
Pure Elementary Imitation would be limited by their physical fitness and wouldn't be able to fully unleash their abilities.
Only by combining the two would they have both strength and skill, and their close-range combat ability would be close to Luke's level.
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