An Unscientific Marvel Scientist

"Isn't Uncle Martin coming back?"

Alice put the hot meal on the table and asked Kraft who had just answered the phone.

"Yeah... probably because he thinks you can take good care of me."

Kraft sat down at the table angrily, and muttered: "He must have thought of me as a troublemaker for a long time, and now he might be chic in a nightclub!"

"Eh? Night, night club?"

Hearing such exciting words, Alice's face quickly turned red, and the hands that served the dishes began to shake.

You are a robot, what is there to be shy about!

Kraft glanced at Alice speechlessly, and then saw the crumbling soup bowl in her hand.

"The soup is about to spill!"

Reaching out in time to support the soup bowl in Alice's hand, Kraft grinned and put it firmly on the table.

"Hot hot!!!"

After putting down the soup bowl, Kraft wailed and shook his hands. He was not separated by a rag like Alice.

You are a robot, why are you afraid of being hot!

Even though Alice was self-made, Kraft still couldn't understand how she worked.

"Yes, I'm sorry!"

Alice dropped the rag in her hand and hurried to get the medical kit.

"Ugh……"

While applying a cold compress to his hands with the rag that Alice dropped, Kraft sighed helplessly.

He was almost used to Alice's reckless behavior. Although it was a bit of a headache, it really made Kraft feel like a younger sister.

It's actually quite warm.

"Brother! The medicine box is here! ... Oops!"

Watching Alice fall on the ground, she slapped her face with a "slap", and the medicine box she was holding scattered all over the floor. Kraft sighed again.

I must have had my head pumped just now to feel warm.

"Woo woo woo..."

Alice rubbed her nose and looked up at Kraft with tears in her eyes.

"Martin actually thinks you can take good care of me..."

Kraft, who sighed three times, pulled Alice up, and then tidied up the overturned medicine box with her.

"Ahh..."

Alice, who was wronged, let out a cry of grief, and retorted unwillingly.

"But without me, there would be no one to cook for you."

"That's right, that's right," Kraft reached out and touched Alice's head with a funny face, and grinned again when he touched the burnt area, "Our Alice is the most important thing."

"Don't treat me like a child!"

Alice waved her fist ferociously in protest.

Although Martin Lee, an irresponsible parent, is away from home every day, Kraft's life is still full of fun.

This made him completely forget Martin's warning before.

At the very beginning, Kraft was a little alert to see if there were any strangers around him, but after more than ten days passed, there was no movement at all, and Kraft forgot about it.

"Boom!"

The sudden impact interrupted the fighting between the "brother and sister", and the broken glass was mixed with broken windows, making a mess of the food on the table that had not been moved by chopsticks.

Kraft turned his neck stiffly and looked at the broken window of his house.

A few sleazy bastards were turning in from there.

"Yo, there is actually a little girl?"

One of the guys with a row of lip rings on his lips looked around the room, and then looked at Alice with a silvery smile.

"Don't make trouble!"

The strongest of the intruders slapped the man with the lip ring on the back of the head and scolded in a low voice.

"Hurry up and complete the task of the boss,

It's going to be troublesome when the police come! "

"What did you do to someone else's dinner, you bastards!"

In a rage, Kraft turned the knob on his wrist to the maximum, then grabbed a medicine bottle at hand and threw it at the gangsters.

Hammerhead's subordinates just showed a disdainful smile when they heard a shrill roar. The medicine bottle thrown by the target came to them in the blink of an eye, and hit the lip ring man with great force. on the nose.

The man with the lip ring didn't even have time to scream, he was knocked unconscious, and the small medicine bottle flew out of the gap in the window with his body.

"Damn! The target is not an ordinary person!"

The leading strong man pulled out a pistol from behind, and the rest of the intruders also took out their weapons one after another, such as switchblades, steel pipes and chains, which fit their status as gangsters.

"If you don't want to get hurt, be good to me...huh?"

The leading strong man pointed his pistol at Kraft, and was about to say a few harsh words, when he saw that Kraft was holding his left hand flat and pointing his watch at him. Before the strong man had time to doubt, he He felt his forehead being pricked by something, and then a wave of drowsiness came over him crazily.

"Huh? Hmm..."

At the same time as his eyelids fell rapidly, the gun in the strong man's hand couldn't hold it, and fell to the ground, and then he fell limply to the ground as if his strength had been exhausted.

"Alice! Fuck them to death!"

Kraft snapped the cover on and called out to Alice.

"Eh? Eh?"

Alice, who was in a dazed state from the beginning to the end, finally came back to her senses under Kraft's reminder, and raised her hands to point at the panicked intruder.

"Fire, Rocket Flying Punch! Hey!"

With Alice's coquettish shout, a puff of white smoke spewed out from her wrist, and she fired a pair of fists, hitting the bridges of the noses of the two gangsters, and at the same time exposed the cannon barrels on her wrists .

"Da da da da da da—"

After Kraft's modification, Alice's wrist cannon will naturally no longer fire beans, but anesthesia bombs filled with Dr. Ali's special anesthetic.

Soon, the gangsters covered in narcotic bombs lay on the ground.

"A bunch of bastards! It's lawless! Is this really Hell's Kitchen?!"

Kraft, whose dinner was ruined, kicked the stunned intruders hard, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket and prepared to call the police.

"There is no need to call the police, Master Craft!"

A sudden sound from outside the window stopped his movement. Kraft looked around, and a Chinese man in a black suit appeared there at some point. Behind him, there was someone wearing the same clothes as him smearing the lip ring. The man was dragged away.

a bit familiar...

Kraft frowned and looked at the Chinese who appeared suddenly.

"Hey! Aren't you the security guard at Martin's antique shop?"

In order to find a suitable cauldron when making witch potions, Kraft had met him once.

"Master Kraft has a good memory."

The security guard showed a blunt smile, and then said to him: "Just leave the finishing work to us."

As he said that, he shook his head to the side, and a group of Asians in black suits filed in, carrying all the intruders out of the room, and they even cleaned up the debris in the room when they left.

"Then, let's take our leave first, and tomorrow there will be workers to mend the windows."

The security guard who didn't mention his name from the beginning to the end nodded to Kraft, and then walked away with a group of black suits without looking back.

hateful! Calculated by Martin!

Up to now, what Kraft still doesn't understand, any lack of manpower is bullshit, Martin just wants to see what cards he has.

Although a little upset, it's not worth getting angry, but Kraft is a little curious...

What the hell is Martin doing? Why doesn't it feel like you're doing serious business?

If it's just an ordinary business competition, is it necessary to use guns? The behavior of the group of people just now is not like some corporate thugs, but more like the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.

"elder brother?"

After picking up her hands and putting them together, Alice approached Kraft, and touched his sleeve carefully.

"what?"

Kraft, who was in deep thought, came back to his senses, smiled and patted Alice on the shoulder.

"Good job!"

"Hey hey~"

Alice, who was praised by Kraft, shyly touched the back of her head and showed a silly smile.

The two simply cleaned up the messy dining table, cooked two bowls of instant noodles and finished the dinner.

"Let's go!" Kraft patted his full stomach and waved to Alice, "Let's go to the studio!"

Although it was easy to deal with the group of people just now, judging from their performance, it is not as simple as a "commercial competitor", and when Martin should be cruel, he will not be polite to himself, who knows? There will be a second or even a third or fourth attack, so Kraft feels that he should be more prepared.

Compared with his own residence, Kraft felt that his studio was safer.

"We're living in the studio until it's settled!"

Pack a bunch of food and daily necessities, Kraft said to Alice.

As for Kraft at the school, he doesn't plan to go for the time being. What if those people go crazy and go to the school to cause damage?

This is all in order not to harm the innocent, and it is definitely not Kraft who wants to play truant!

After living in the studio, Kraft kept sleeping in addition to adding defensive measures to the studio. Unfortunately, although he dreamed of many magical props, most of them were useless, either because he needed mysterious power or special equipment. material.

From time to time, a character similar to Da Vinci will come out to make fun of it, making Kraft so depressed that he wants to vomit blood.

"Craft! Are you dead?!"

While Kraft was busy making self-defense props for himself, Fatty Liao suddenly ran over and kicked open the door of the studio.

If Kraft hadn't given the green light to Fatty Liao's image in the surveillance system, and automatically shut down the defense system when he came over, he would already be a dead fat man at this time.

Seeing that Kraft didn't speak, but just looked at him with a disgusted expression, Fatty Liao suddenly became unhappy.

"You bastard! I'm so worried about you! What's your expression?"

Fatty Liao rushed forward, grabbed Kraft by the collar, and shook it vigorously.

"Okay, okay..." Kraft broke free from Fatty Liao's hand, straightened his collar and said helplessly, "Didn't I say that I have something to do, so don't come here easily if you have nothing to do."

"Aren't I afraid that no one will know if you die in the studio!"

Fatty Liao kicked Kraft angrily. Normally, Kraft would stay in the studio, and he would order takeaway at home anyway, but this time there was no movement at all. He thought it was Kraft's. Something went wrong with the experiment, and I played myself to death in the laboratory.

"Don't worry, David, it's just that there is something wrong with Martin. I'm worried that you will be involved, so I told you not to come here."

Kraft also knew that Fatty Liao had good intentions, so he could only explain briefly.

"There's a problem with Uncle Li's business?" Fatty Liao couldn't help with this kind of thing, so he quickly changed the subject, "Then what do you do with your usual meals? Could it be the instant noodles you eat all the time? ?”

Before Fatty Liao could wait for Kraft to respond, he saw the door of the studio being opened, and a cute girl who conformed to his aesthetic standards from head to toe walked out from the inside.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

"Damn it! When did you have such a cute little sister!"

Fatty Liao grabbed Kraft's collar again, then quickly let go, and gave him a hug with his backhand.

"Big brother! From today on, you are my biological big brother!"

Kraft sighed.

"Give up, you have no future..."