Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

Kraft didn't know whether it was the black policeman's own initiative or the manipulation of the person behind the earphones, but he definitely couldn't sell it.

"I'm afraid this won't work," Kraft spread his hands and continued to cheat: "This eavesdropping device has a fatal weakness, that is, its own signal is not strong, and a larger receiving station must be built. I can only You can only receive the information from it in your own laboratory, and the receiving station is not only expensive to build, but also one receiving station can only correspond to one bug, so this thing is actually a failure."

This is not that Kraft is lying. The ones he made by himself naturally do not have these shortcomings. They are small and lightweight, and the signal is strong. However, the signal strength of the bugs made by others according to Kraft's steps is very low. It is also necessary to build a large receiving station. Of course, it doesn't matter if the distance is close, but it will not be much different from the eavesdroppers on the market.

After a pause, Kraft continued: "But if your police are willing to spend money, it's not impossible to get one for you, but I think it's not cost-effective."

"Ah, okay," the black policeman shrugged, "I will report it to our boss later. As for whether he is willing to pay, it is not something I, a young police officer, can decide."

Turning over a page in the already filled record book, the black police officer continued to ask: "What about the skateboard you used when you came here? The solar skateboards on the market are not that fast."

"Because of safety issues..." Kraft looked at the black policeman as if he were looking at a fool, "Solar skateboards and wheelchairs are mostly used by minors or people with disabilities. If the speed limit is turned on, What if they have an accident? Do you believe that just filing a lawsuit can bankrupt Dreamland Company?"

"Uh...well, what you said does make sense..."

The black policeman scratched his bald head and agreed with Kraft's reason.

"And the pacemaker used to save Mr. Parker was also your invention?"

"Yes, it's a portable pacemaker, but it has major flaws and cannot be sold."

"Major flaw? Didn't you already use it to save Mr. Parker?"

the black policeman asked curiously.

"Well... I can only say that Uncle Ben is indeed very lucky." Kraft smiled and touched his nose, "That thing is not very stable and may explode."

"Will it explode?!"

The black policeman had no reaction, but Peter Parker jumped up.

"How dare you use such a dangerous thing on Uncle Ben!"

"Nonsense! Uncle Ben wasn't even breathing at that time. What else could I do if I didn't take this gamble?!"

Kraft roared back confidently again, and Peter Parker wilted again.

In the final analysis, Uncle Ben was saved by Kraft, and he risked the explosion to save Uncle Ben. Peter, a unreasonable guy, had no position to blame Kraft.

Peter Parker, who understood, weakly apologized to him and thanked him again: "I'm sorry Kraft, thank you so much."

However, Kraft did not give him a good look. Instead, he turned to look at the black policeman and actively promoted the Goblin Pacemaker XL model according to Angela's plan.

"Actually, it's no problem if you, the police, want to do it. Although there is a little bit of danger, there is still a chance of saving people at critical moments."

Craft gestured with his thumb and forefinger.

"This thing can break off one or two fingers at most and cause minor burns. Wearing protective gloves or something when using it can easily solve this problem."

"Ah ha ha ha... Forget it," the black policeman smiled dryly and rejected Kraft's promotion. "Although we New York police are usually a little tired, most of us are responsible for trivial matters and life-threatening situations. It’s not much, probably because you don’t need your portable pacemaker anymore.”

"Really? That's up to you," Kraft shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Whenever you need it, you can contact me again."

The police's refusal was actually calculated by Angela long ago. Even if they needed first aid, they would not be able to use such explosive items. If the public knew about it, neither the New York Police Chief nor the relevant persons in charge would be able to please them. And those armies or secret service organizations hiding behind the scenes will not lack a fatally flawed first aid method.

"That's it." The black policeman closed the record book, took out a pamphlet from his pocket, and handed it and the pen in his hand to Kraft, "Please sign it and write To Hawke and Andy, if you can, add the words 'You have a great father'."

With his familiarity and eagerness to push further, this policeman's black blood is very pure.

With a covert curl of his lips, Kraft wrote everything the black policeman said. Compared with most black fathers, the black man in front of him can become a policeman and remember his children's preferences. He is indeed considered a father. What a good father.

But Kraft was still a little surprised. He didn't ask about the adrenaline. Maybe the hospital didn't realize the special nature of the adrenaline he injected?It seems that the medical level of this hospital, or the technical level of the intelligence department involved behind the scenes, is only average.

After the black policeman left, Craft raised his chin and looked at Peter Parker, who looked worried.

"You are so amazing now. How dare you go to black boxing? I must tell Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben that you should wait to die!"

"No, Kraft!"

Peter Parker gave him a flattering smile.

"You don't need to tell them such a small thing, right? I just want to share the household income with them. Who knew something like this would happen..."

"Hmph! I heard it. You obviously have the ability to directly snatch back your salary, but you don't dare to do it yourself. Instead, you let a robber vent your anger for you. You are really promising, Peter Parker!"

"But... wouldn't I be just like that robber..."

Peter weakly wanted to retort. To be honest, Kraft didn't pursue the fact that he deliberately let the robbers go, which made him a little surprised, but he was secretly relieved. In contrast, he was scolded by Kraft. Promise...

Hey, isn't he already used to this kind of thing?

"Are you stupid?!" Kraft pointed at his nose and yelled, "That's the money you earned yourself! How can it be the same?! It's you who will handle this lawsuit all the time!"

Although Peter Parker felt that a professional court like underground black boxing would not accept the lawsuit, he wisely did not talk back. Instead, he shrank his neck like a quail and showed an aggrieved expression.

Seeing this made Kraft feel angry.

"I don't care why you became so good at fighting. Anyway, if you ever get Uncle Ben or Aunt Mei involved in something like this again, let's see how I teach you a lesson! Don't think that I can't do anything to you now that you have some ability. !”

Craft turned on the wrist guard in front of Peter Parker, and then slapped the table next to him in two.

"Did you hear it clearly?!"

"Listen, listen clearly!"

Although in Peter Parker's eyes, this level of strength is nothing, he was still shocked by Kraft's invention. In addition, he was indeed in the wrong on this matter, and it fell to Kraft. There are too many handles in my hands, so I can only give in obediently.

Anyway, this isn't the first time this has happened, just get used to it.