Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

"With your qualifications, do you have any intention of pursuing a career as an agent, or even as an assistant producer, and then a producer? No, an agent is probably the way to go. As for being a producer, if you don't have some background, they won't even dare to hire you."

Henry laughed and said, "Then, I won't get clients like big stars. I can only hope that some small-time guy I signed from who knows where can make it all the way to the position of Best Actor or Best Actress? Man, this road is not easy."

Old Gary said with disdain, "There's no easy way to success. If there was, I'd take it. And would I tell you?"

"Oh, you are so right." Things that people can easily say are either unimportant or they are not cared about.

No one is too stupid to keep a secret. The only reason is that he doesn't care about it.

Chapter 207: Unexpected and Expected Development

Henry had no intention of returning to the world of fame and fortune, and would continue to be an insignificant background figure.

The reason is simple: I've tried it before and it's not fun. So I don't want to try it anymore. But no one has ever said that being an extra is a lifelong career, something they'll never regret.

What to do in the future, we can think about later. Right now, Henry wants to make a household cleaning robot that can do some simple cleaning and maintenance.

Humanoid robots are the least considered option because they are the most difficult to use. Bipedal locomotion alone requires numerous and complex considerations, not to mention arm movements and overall coordination.

A robot with tracks on its lower body and a half-humanoid body is acceptable. Not only does it have the advantage of stable mobility, but if you want to expand its uses, you can simply add a robot arm with the corresponding function.

But the appearance is not satisfactory. If you are pursuing an industrial style and focusing on practicality, this type of robot is the most suitable and easiest to make.

It’s just that if you pursue too many functions and integrate too many robotic arms on it, it’s not impossible to create an industrial Cthulhu.

However, Henry still wanted to put some effort into the design and didn't want to install all the functions at once. So the planned approach would be to design the robot with a core that could be freely combined with various functional kits.

The advantage of manufacturing these things separately and combining them when needed is that you don't have to worry about how to integrate all the functions together, and you also have to reserve room for future upgrades.

Moreover, when upgrading a single cleaning kit or core, as long as the connectors are universal, there is no need to worry about the entire cleaning robot set having to be remade.

The downside is... well, if you go out without the replacement kit, its usefulness is reduced. This downside assumes you'll be bringing the core robot with you.

But Henry just wanted to keep a little one to take care of the family, so that little disadvantage was not a big problem.

There was no need to draw a blueprint; Henry had a plan in mind the moment the idea came to him. He didn't even need to design the specific shape himself; he could just look for examples from science fiction works he had read.

What best fits my idea is the core robot series in "Star Wars", namely the space robots headed by R2-D2.

However, Henry didn't want to get a mobile trash can for his home, so he wanted to make the spherical-looking BB-8 that has not appeared in the movies in this world yet.

Its internal design is not too sci-fi. It originated from a spherical robot designed by a toy company partially owned by Disney in the early 21st century.

What Henry needs to do is to add some functions he needs on this basis, turning this little thing from a simple toy into a multifunctional robot core with practical value.

Henry was also very concerned about the development of his super brain. If he were to build a spaceship that could fly through space and perform space jumps, he wouldn't even know where the theoretical basis for the technology would come from.

Therefore, it is relatively easy to make some modifications to known things to meet your own requirements.

Henry couldn't help but think of the battle he'd been dragged into by the X-Men over six months ago. He should have gotten an alien spaceship back. Perhaps it would be a good idea to go back and look for the escape pod he'd used to land on Earth during this time.

But where can these things be hidden? I need to think more...

Then, there is a question that I have never dared to verify: Does the Arctic have its own fortress of solitude?

Is he a Kryptonian with a superhero template, with a Kryptonian family backing him? Or is he just an ordinary cosmic abandoned child?

Because I still have memories from before I traveled through time, my understanding of the origin of this life is not so much that I want to trace my own origins and struggle with the positioning of aliens and earthlings; it is more like I am curious and look at all this with the mentality of eating spectators and watching the show.

Simply put, it is to observe this strange life from a third-person perspective.

My own start was already a disaster. If I didn't even have a novice treasure chest, I would be miserable, a Kryptonian abandoned child who was in the third stage of misfortune and no one wanted him.

So, maybe find some time to visit the North Pole? Or maybe the South Pole, there's no rule that the Fortress of Solitude can only be in the North Pole. Or perhaps on the bottom of the ocean?

After all, he didn't land in Kansas, but in Siberia. It's possible that the Fortress of Solitude went to the wrong place.

But there's no rush for those things. If they really existed, they wouldn't have disappeared just because I delayed for a few days. If they didn't exist, even if I set out to look for them right now, I would still come up empty-handed.

Henry put his focus back on what he could do at hand, which was to make his own household robot.

First, we need to go to the junkyard. As the world's leading automobile country, the used car market and junkyards in the United States are also a major feature.

However, Henry came to this place not to look for suitable parts, but to look for raw materials.

The vehicles that ended up in the junkyard had likely already had their useful parts removed and sold. The remaining parts might be repairable and usable, but they might not be suitable for Henry.

It would eventually need to be reshaped using heat radiation and manual labor, so Henry didn't care whether the things he took away were broken or not, and only took away the suitable alloy materials. Re-processing the alloy in the rented house was too troublesome.

Moreover, he had no background in materials science, so even if he got a steel ingot, he wouldn't know what to add to it to meet his needs. Henry could estimate the strength of the material based on the different parts of the car.

So Henry would not pick those parts that looked repairable at first glance, but rather those scraps that really no one wanted, and then buy them by the pound...really the price of scrap metal!

It was just that Henry had only walked a few steps today and was stopped before he even reached the parking lot where he parked his car.

A black two-door GMC Yukon. As a new SUV released last year, it is a very stylish and practical car.

A brand new car pulled up to the side of the road, and two men in black suits got out and flashed their IDs right in front of Henry. "FBI, Mr. Henry Brown, right? Please cooperate with our investigation."

At this moment, a line of poetry suddenly emerged in Henry's mind: Half a lifetime of seclusion has come to an end, and one step into the world of martial arts has no end.

This day will come eventually, unless you hide in that corner of Alaska and never think of leaving.

Henry asked, "Can I ask what it is? Or do you have a warrant out for my arrest?"

One of the men in black suits gave him a sharp look and asked, "Arrest warrant? Have you done anything that requires our arrest?"

The other said, "Don't worry, kid. Just come with us, there will be no problem."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then you're in trouble." Two men in black suits put away their FBI IDs and said without question.

Chapter 208 Another Job Offer

Henry wasn't handcuffed, and no one explained what was happening. He was simply semi-forced into an FBI vehicle and driven to a certain destination.

The other party didn't hold a gun, and his words were polite, but his actions were decisive and unyielding. With a combination of soft and hard tactics, Henry, somewhat confused, couldn't figure out the other party's intentions, so he had no choice but to cooperate.

This happened when he was attending a fundraising banquet in New York with Audrey Hepburn. He met real FBI agents at the venue and saw their real IDs. Otherwise, Henry would have suspected that these two were fakes.

Unfortunately, the ID was genuine, not some enemy posing as an FBI agent. Who could Henry possibly be? The self-proclaimed low-key Kryptonian was in self-doubt.

I have the impression that the CIA or SHIELD also like to use FBI cover when operating in the US. So could these two organizations be operating behind the scenes?

The CIA's source of intelligence might be Brian Mills, and SHIELD's might be the X-Men. If it was really a leak from one of them, his abilities would have been exposed to them for over a year.

I knew the information from the beginning, but it only came to light today. This person's nerve arc reaction is no longer at the level of a dinosaur, but at the level of a dead person. That's why he suddenly resurrected today.

If it happened recently?

Is it because he found Phoenix Girl to act as a medium, allowing Ms. Hepburn's two children to talk to their biological mother in their consciousness, and then woke up Ms. Audrey Hepburn in the process, which attracted other people's attention?

Or maybe, I haven't paid my taxes yet, so I'm being targeted?

The personal income tax season is in April, which hasn't arrived yet. And if there's a real tax problem, it's the IRS that's going to be the problem, not the FBI.

So Henry was really confused about today's invitation.

No one in the car spoke. After asking three times with no response, Henry gave up. He didn't have Professor X's ability to read minds, so he just focused on figuring out how to make his BB series robots.

Some things require the other party to reveal their intentions before you can respond. If you start to speculate when you're short on information, you'll end up misinterpreting and making the wrong decision, which will only make things worse.

So Henry could only wait and see what tricks the two FBI agents would come up with. Eventually, the other party would reveal their cards; they couldn't keep it hidden forever.

The car didn't head toward the FBI Los Angeles office in downtown as expected, but instead headed north to Los Angeles County, entering Monterey Park in Santa Barbara County. Monterey Park is one of the wealthiest areas in the United States, dotted with mansions.

When Henry was looking for a house in Los Angeles, he also had a general understanding of the situation in each area.

If the luxury mansions in Beverly Hills are often visited by Hollywood stars, then Montesto is home to the truly wealthy West Coast people.

Forget about calling the residents here "rich or noble"; such words are not enough to describe them. Without generations of accumulated wealth or considerable power, it is not easy to gain a foothold in this area.

So, what did the two FBI agents bring me here for?

Just passing by?

However, this dream of not wanting to have anything to do with the powerful was eventually shattered after the car drove into a luxury residence.

Two FBI agents dropped Henry off at the gate of the mansion and then drove away, leaving the Kryptonian alone standing in the empty courtyard, speechless and asking the heavens.

After a while, the door to the mansion opened. Another burly man in a black suit came in. He looked like a soldier, and he looked murderous.

"Henry Brown? Come in." The simple imperative sentence clearly revealed the arrogant attitude of commanding others.

After thinking about it, Henry finally followed in. He had to know what was going on so that he could make a decision on whether to sell the stall or pay.

If you don't want to enter this door and just turn around and leave, you have to first consider who sent you here.

For ordinary people, the first time the FBI intervened, it was a request, but the second time, they wouldn't be so friendly. This kind of threat was almost nakedly laid out in the open.

Inside the door was a high-ceilinged hall with a grand palace-style staircase. The aristocratic European atmosphere that greeted the guests was overwhelming, almost as if to make them feel inferior.

Henry was not taken anywhere else after entering the door, but just stood in the hall waiting. He asked the burly man in a black suit who led the way: "Brother, who is the owner of this place?"

The burly man in the suit originally wanted to remain silent, but considering that a misunderstanding due to unfamiliarity might cause unnecessary conflict, he spoke up, "The owner here is Mr. Mike Liddell Horton, a member of the California State Assembly."

"Member?"

As a federal country, state governments and parliaments are not the same as local governments and local councils in the general sense. As long as they don't involve federal affairs, it's not an exaggeration to say that these people are local tyrants.

What on earth does this person want to do by having the FBI call him out?

Henry, who didn't pay much attention to American politics, especially since he had only been back for two days, was completely in the dark.

Finally, a large black man came down the stairs across from the hall. His bald head was particularly shiny, and he wore a pair of square-framed glasses, giving off a scholarly air.

Logically speaking, this kind of appearance should attract many people to approach him, at least they wouldn't think he was a bad person. But Henry instinctively wanted to stay away from him.

It wasn't an allergy to power, but rather a reek of trouble about him, the smell of gunpowder, not from the guns his entourage carried, but from someone who had just been shot.

"Henry Brown." The fat congressman stopped halfway up the stairs, looking down at the white guy in front of him. Perhaps because of the large resonance chamber, his voice was really like a bell.

"Yes, Mr. Congressman," Henry responded politely.

"Come and be my attendant. I'll give you an annual salary of 80,000."

"Please allow me to decline, Mr. Congressman. Where is the exit? Oh, go out through the main door. I know. No need to see me off."

Henry's smooth moves stunned the others. But when he tried to go out, he was stopped by the man in the black suit who had brought him in.

"Mr. Congressman, I think this is just a job offer. I should have the right to refuse." Henry said as he turned around.

The fat black congressman was stunned, looking quite funny. But then his expression changed and he said seriously, "No, you didn't. And your attitude will only cause trouble."

"Could it be that I'm breaking the law by refusing to work? What law am I breaking? American labor law? Federal law? State law?" Henry asked with a smile.

"If you refuse me, you're offending me and getting yourself into big trouble." After the fat black congressman threatened, he ordered the others, "Take him to the lounge and wait. If necessary, pull him out to take the bullet."

Chapter 209 The Iron Man

Just as Henry guessed, Congressman Mike Liddell Horton was in trouble, so he needed a human shield to take the bullets.

As for the information about his ability, most people above a certain level knew about this person. This was not surprising at all, after all, he had demonstrated it in front of Alex Hart, a financial tycoon.

During the time he was with Ms. Hepburn, many high-ranking people offered him olive branches, but Henry just didn't give in. These people also restrained themselves from using excessive means because they understood the benefits and disadvantages involved.

Only this congressman didn't think it through, and perhaps because he was forced into a corner, he used this method to "invite" Henry.

The $80,000 annual salary he offered seemed like a lot, nearly double the average salary in the United States at that time.

But when Henry was Audrey Hepburn's assistant, his salary had already reached 100,000. And that was 100,000 after tax. That big star was much more generous.

But no matter how much the congressman offered, Henry didn't want the job. It had nothing to do with the money, but with his mood.

Although he could force his way out by being stubborn, Henry decided to stay and watch the show.

On the one hand, if he forced his way out, there would be other side effects, and he might even expose his other abilities. But if he stayed, he could also teach the other viewers a lesson, showing them what it meant to say, "I don't care what the world is, as long as I'm unhappy, I'm the best!"

Henry didn't know what kind of trouble the fat congressman was involved in.

Although he was under house arrest in the congressman's attaché's lounge, he could still use his super powers to see and hear what was going on in the room. However, he only noticed that everyone was in a state of panic, as if someone would attack at any moment.

Of course, Henry wasn't alone in the entourage's lounge. Someone was watching him at all times, not allowing him to leave.

Fortunately, there was food and drink in the lounge, a bathroom, and a bed to lie down and take a nap. Henry acted like nothing had happened. He ate and drank as he pleased, defecated and urinated when he felt like it, and slept when he felt sleepy, without causing any trouble for anyone else.

Finally, Henry got a clue during a phone call. It was related to the riots in Los Angeles last year.

This fat black congressman was behind some black groups causing unrest, and even after it turned into a riot, he went on television to fan the flames across the country, hoping to use this momentum to reach a higher level.

Even after the riots were suppressed, he did not give up supporting certain black groups, causing the aftermath of the incident to continue to linger and unable to truly subside.