Selina was puzzled: "Those things of his don't seem to have any effect... Wait, wait, they seem to be useful to us?"
Luke smiled and winked at her: "Don't you always say that when you carry out your "mission", you always feel that something is missing."
What the two were talking about, of course, was Selena's complaint that her means of attack were too single when she was doing private work.
Now, if she only had Bent's little inventions, nights in New York would surely be a lot more interesting.
Luke took out a fake cell phone and sent an order to a shell company over the Internet.
At this moment, Bent was driving his broken car on the way home with a frustrated look on his face.
He couldn't afford to live in New York, nor could he afford to live on the Hudson River side of New Jersey. After being unemployed for several months, he could only temporarily stay at his mother's house in Secaucus, New Jersey.
In the United States, it is not uncommon for unemployed middle-aged people to return home and live off their 70-year-old mothers.
Of course, whether I am willing and able to do so is another matter.
Bent's mother didn't mind his unemployment too much, but she was extremely dissatisfied with his life where he didn't even have a girlfriend.
Thinking that not only did he not make any money this time, but he would also continue to be despised by his mother for not having a girlfriend when he returned, Bent felt that the days ahead would be dark.
Not having a girlfriend is not a big deal, but what should I do if I don’t have the money to continue my research
My pension is enough to provide him with food, I can't ask for more.
Did he really have to find a job as a researcher, listen to the instructions of those idiot supervisors, and conduct boring research forever? Bent fell into depression.
Even if the phone rang suddenly, he would just take a look and have no interest in answering it when he found it was an unfamiliar number.
Someone called to buy his invention? That was impossible.
Of the calls I received from yesterday to today, except for one from my mother, the others were either sales calls or wrong numbers.
But the strange number persisted and rang seven or eight times.
Bent pulled over angrily, slammed the brake, answered the phone and started yelling, "Damn it, I don't buy insurance, condoms, financial products, discounted cell phones, or anything. I'm so poor I have to eat shit, do you want to eat too? When I get out of here I'll mail a few pounds to you, so you damn salesmen can eat your fill!"
There was dead silence on the other end of the line. I guess no one expected Bent to be so irritable.
A few seconds later, a very polite voice sounded: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Bent-Bennett?"
Bent vented his anger and gasped: "Asshole, I don't even have a credit card. I'm bankrupt now!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was still very polite and formal: "It seems that you need a job, right?"
Bent was stunned: "Work? I didn't submit a resume."
The person on the other end of the phone laughed: "It doesn't matter. The salary of a job that comes to you is always better, Mr. Bennett."
And so Bent sat in the car and made the call for half an hour.
As the call continued, his face looked better and better.
After finally hanging up the phone, he was so excited that he couldn't help but rush out of the car, raised his arms high, and looked up to the sky: "Hahahaha, I have a job, 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 guy?"
The elegantly dressed lady curled her lips and said, "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, chuckled and turned his head: "The current invention is bought out for 500,000, and the annual salary will be 200,000 in the future, plus 5% of the income from the patent. The contract is for 50 years. Are you satisfied?"
Selina thought for a moment and said, "It's OK, but isn't a 50-year contract too long?"
Luke shrugged. "Why else would they charge a $10 million penalty? He's not stupid, he just likes playing with technology. We don't expect his invention to make money."
Selina: "Then why not just buy his current skills? He probably still wants to sell it."
Luke: "This guy is unloved by his parents in the Ministry of Defense and gets very few resources. I will give him a research budget of one to ten million per year. Are you sure he won't develop some interesting new technologies?"
Selina thought about it and nodded in agreement.
What Luke didn't say was that the long-term purpose of this investment was still for Selina.
She had no subjective initiative to kill.
Whether she was a detective or a vigilante, she would not hesitate to kill a scum like Kilgrave.
Luke had no intention of changing her habit.
Everyone has the right to be themselves, and he can't think that Selina is wrong just because she is not as straightforward as himself.
If there were no system, his choice might be similar to Selina's.
However, Luke has always felt that for some people, keeping them alive is also a punishment, provided that these people cannot live too comfortably.
And Bent's little toys can accomplish this very well.
Some small toys would probably be more effective if their duration of action was extended.
For example, if you fart non-stop for a week, any big shot will lose his dignity.
Similarly, itching powder and cramp-relieving oil will not kill people, but they can make people lose most of their working abilities.
Especially for gang leaders, it is difficult to intimidate their subordinates without their momentum.
Luke was fascinated by the thought of the sudden appearance of legends such as the Farting Boss, the Cramp Boss, and the Tickling Boss in New York gangs in the future.
He always remembered a story from his previous life: My neighbor's older brother was always the school bully, commanding everyone to obey him. Until one day, he took out his sister's magic girl transformation stick from his pocket during a fight...
From this we can see that killing someone and destroying their heart is the best strategy.
Two days passed, and Luke and his companions were finally freed from their patrol mission.
Except for Ivan's attack at the opening ceremony, everything went on as usual at the Expo.
Even though more than 2,000 people were already crammed into the detention center just donated by the Stark Group, it was still undeniable that this was a successful, peaceful, and productive expo.
Luke's mind also woke up from the joy of obtaining Tony and Ivan's new abilities, and he turned his attention back to Nikki and Monica's abilities.
Primary muscle control and primary imitation are not particularly strong abilities alone.
But when they appear in one person, they become extremely strong complex abilities.
Taking Nikki and Monica as examples, an ordinary person who combines these two abilities can easily kill three or five pairs of Nikki + Monica.
Muscle control is the hardware and primary imitation is the software.
Simple basic muscle control and fighting skills must be learned and improved by yourself.
Simple elementary imitation cannot be fully exerted due to the limitation of physical fitness.
Only when the two are combined into one, with both strength and skill, can the close combat ability reach Luke's level.