The mechanical craze in Marvel

"Kid, what brings you here?"

Campbell spoke without any politeness.

They've already broken off all pretense, so there's no need for them to pretend anymore.

Nolan was not surprised by his attitude.

He was certain that among the major shareholders he had brought in, there must be someone who wanted to kill him.

It's just impossible to determine which one it is.

"I need money," Nolan said directly.

"Lack of money?"

Campbell paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Do you think I look like I would lend you money?

Nolan ignored his sarcasm.

"Give me 100 million. I know you can come up with that. The condition is simple: if I can't pay it back within two months, my shares will be yours."

You know how profitable K-01 is right now. By acquiring my shares, you will gain control of the company.

Upon hearing this, Campbell's breath hitched.

He wasn't sure what Nolan's purpose was, but he was certainly drawn to it.

Although he hired someone to kill Nolan, directly destroying his interests was clearly not comparable to taking over so many shares.

He didn't think Nolan could pay back the money.

Even if he could, he would make it impossible.

Seeing Campbell's attitude, Nolan knew he had achieved his goal.

He did this not only to borrow money, but more importantly, to gain protection.

He only needs two months.

Two months later, if he finds the enemy, he will naturally have a way to resolve this matter.

If not found.

Then he abandoned all his original plans and ran away.

If I can't be a capitalist, I'll be a villain.

However, given the characteristics of his system, having a glamorous identity makes making money much easier.

"You need to sign a contract."

"no problem."

“A hundred million? You’re dreaming. I can only give you 3000 million. Anything more than that is out of the question,” Campbell continued.

"Okay, I want the money to arrive within three days."

Nolan readily agreed.

Trying to get something for nothing, taking whatever amount I can.

I watched Campbell leave.

Nolan was silently calculating.

Get one.

After that, he met with several other major shareholders.

He promised everything to each and every one of them.

He then received a total of $8700 million.

This enormous sum of money made it hard for him to breathe.

Open the system.

All technological items from all the myriad worlds can be found here.

From tiny robots to mechanical Godzilla, they have it all.

But what he needs now is a weapon that can kill!

Because he was going to kill someone.

He must abandon his previous foolish ideas.

In this world, sometimes you have to be ruthless to survive.

He was considering his specific needs.

As his first killing robot.

It absolutely cannot be too conspicuous, otherwise it will be very easy to be exposed.

Secondly, the killing must be efficient.

Actually, he wanted to create a combat robot with strong artificial intelligence.

But he gave up after just one glance at the price.

Even if only the AI ​​reaches this standard, its combat capability is almost non-existent, and the price is still over 100 million.

Left with no other choice, he had to opt for cheaper products.

According to system rules.

The price of purchasing a robotics technology as a package is 80% of the price of purchasing its secondary technology separately.

However, when purchasing in a package, there is bound to be a lot of useless technology.

He thought about it.

They opted to purchase dozens of secondary technologies.

He wants to try to create his own killing weapon!

"System, open the Consciousness Research Lab!"

The Consciousness Research Lab is a system simulation laboratory where he can conduct experiments and assemble systems.

Once assembled, he can even directly purchase physical machinery within the system.

The only problem is that physical products are too expensive.

But clearly, cost-effectiveness is not something he's considering right now.

The rest of the time was spent on research.

He had all the necessary secondary technologies, plus his existing mechanical engineering degree from Harvard.

Everything went smoothly.

Nolan only breathed a sigh of relief after the assembly was completed.

Next, I just have to wait for myself to recover.

This wait lasted for a month.

A month later.

His health is fine now.

He could have been discharged from the hospital long ago, but considering the crisis he was facing, he stayed in the hospital for a while longer.

She also enjoyed Jessica Jones's close protection for a period of time.

Yes, this period of time has allowed their relationship to progress rapidly.

Leave the hospital.

Nolan first went to the company for a meeting, where the shareholders' preferences were clearly evident.

The major shareholders looked down on him, while the minority shareholders were clearly enthusiastic.

Nolan didn't care about any of this.

He was ready to part ways with these people.

Only old Charles remained diligent and conscientious, which made Nolan sigh with admiration.

Night fell.

The moon is bright and the stars are few tonight.

Murder!

When no one knew.

Nolan has gone to Hell's Kitchen alone.

His physical weakness caused him to gasp for breath.

Hell's Kitchen at night is eerily quiet.

Only the occasional bursts of unrestrained laughter echoed from the dark alleyways.

Only then can we prove that someone lives here.

This is Hell's Kitchen, where no one speaks in the dead of night.

A terrified scream suddenly rang out.

Nolan thought for a moment, then walked into the alley where the sound came from.

Looking at the thugs playing with knives in front of her, and the woman they had cornered.

Nolan flashed a charming smile.

"Excuse me, where is Belter Street?"

When the thugs saw Nolan wearing a black and white mask, their expressions suddenly turned angry.

"Fuck, you've tricked us!"

Anyone with eyes can tell they're robbing us.