Selena was surprised: "His stuff seems to be nothing... Wait, wait, it seems to be useful to us?"
Luke smiled and winked at her: "Didn't you keep saying that when you performed your "task", you always felt that something was missing."
What the two of them were talking about, of course, was that Selena complained that when she was doing private work, her attack methods were too single.
Now, as long as she had all of Bent's gizmos, New York nights would be a lot more fun.
Luke took out his counterfeit mobile phone and sent an order to a certain shell company through the Internet.
At this moment, Bent was driving his broken car with frustration on his face, and was on his way home.
He couldn't afford to live in New York, and he couldn't afford to live in New Jersey near the Hudson River. Unemployed for several months, he could only temporarily live at his mother's house in Secaucus, New Jersey.
In the United States, it is not uncommon for unemployed middle-aged people to go home and eat seventy-year-old mothers.
Of course, whether the old lady is willing and capable is another matter.
Bent's old mother didn't think too much about his unemployment, but she was very dissatisfied with his life where he didn't even find a girlfriend.
Thinking that not only did he not make any money this time, but he would continue to be despised by his mother for not having a girlfriend when he returned home, Bent felt that the days ahead would be dark.
Not having a girlfriend is a trivial matter, but what should I do if I have no money to continue my research
It's not bad for my old lady to give him a bite of his pension, and he can't ask for more.
Could it be that he really wants to find a job as a researcher, follow the arrangements of those idiot supervisors, and conduct forever boring research? Bent fell into depression.
Even if the phone rang suddenly, he just glanced at it, and was not interested in answering it when he found it was an unfamiliar number.
Someone calling to buy his invention? That is impossible.
Among the calls I received from yesterday to today, except for one from my mother, the others were either sales promotion or wrong calls.
But the strange number persisted and rang seven or eight times.
Bent stepped aside angrily, stepped on the brake, and yelled when he got on the phone: "Damn it, 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’m going to eat Shi, do you want to eat too? When I pull it out, I’ll send you a few catties by mail, so that you bloody salesmen can eat your fill!”
There was a dead silence on the other end of the phone. I guess I didn't expect Bent to be so irritable.
A few seconds later, a very polite voice sounded: "Excuse me, is this Mr. Bent-Bennett?"
Bent vented a lot, panting heavily at the moment: "Asshole, I don't even accept credit cards, I'm bankrupt now!"
The voice on the other end of the phone was still very polite and formulaic: "It seems that you need a job, right?"
Bent was taken aback: "Work? I didn't submit a resume."
The other end of the phone laughed: "It's okay, it's always better to find a door-to-door job, Mr. Bennett."
In this way, Bent sat in the car and made half an hour on the phone.
As the call lasted, his complexion got better and better.
When he finally hung up the phone, he was so excited that he couldn't help but rushed out of the car, raised his arms high, 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 curled her lips: "It's okay, it's 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 current invention is bought out for 500,000 yuan, and the annual salary of 200,000 yuan in the future, plus 5% of the income from the patent, will be signed. After 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 set a liquidated damages of 10 million US dollars? He is not really stupid, he just likes to play with technology. We don't expect his invention to make money."
Selena: "Then why not just buy his current technology? He still wants to sell it."
Luke: "This guy is not loved by 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. Are you sure he will not develop anything? Interesting new technology?"
Selena thought about it, and nodded in agreement.
What Luke didn't say was that the long-term purpose of this investment was still for Selena.
She doesn't have any agency in killing people.
Whether she is a police detective or a vigilante, only when she encounters a scum like Kilgrave, will she kill without hesitation.
Luke didn't intend to change her habit.
Everyone has the right to be themselves, and he couldn't think that Selena was wrong just because she wasn't as straightforward as him.
If there is no system, his choice may be similar to that of Selena.
However, Luke has always felt that for some people, letting them live is also a punishment, provided that these people can't live too comfortably.
And Bent's little toys can do this very well.
Some small toys will have better effects as long as they prolong their action time.
For example, if you fart non-stop for a week, any boss you want to come will be majestic.
In the same way, itch powder and cramp oil won't kill people, but it can make people lose most of their ability to work.
Especially for gang bosses, without momentum, it is difficult to overwhelm his subordinates.
Luke was fascinated by the sudden appearance of legends such as farting bosses, cramp bosses, and tickle bosses in New York gangs in the future.
He always remembers a certain story from his previous life: My neighbor's eldest brother has always been the bully of the school, and he dares not to obey orders. Until one day, during a fight, he took out the magical girl transformation stick played by his sister from his pocket...
It can be seen from this that the best policy is to kill people and punish their hearts.
Two days passed, and Luke and the two were finally freed from their patrol duties.
Except for Ivan's attack at the opening ceremony, the fair was as usual.
Even though more than 2,000 people have been stuffed into the detention facility 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 on Nikki and Monica's abilities.
Primary muscle control and primary imitation abilities alone are not particularly strong.
But when they appear on a person, they become extremely powerful compound abilities.
Take Nikki and Monica as an example. An ordinary person who combines these two abilities can easily kill three or five pairs of Nikki + Monica.
Where muscle control is hardware, primary imitation is software.
Simple rudimentary muscle control, fighting skills must be learned and improved by oneself after all.
Simple primary imitation, however, will be limited by physical fitness and cannot be fully utilized.
Only when the two are combined into one, with both strength and skill, the ability to fight in close quarters is enough to approach Luke's level.