An Unscientific Marvel Scientist

Kraft didn't know if it was the black policeman's own initiative or the man behind the headset, but he certainly couldn't sell it.

"I'm afraid it won't work," Kraft spread his hands, and continued to fool around: "This bug has a fatal weakness, that is, its own signal is not strong, so a larger receiving station must be established. You can only receive the information from it in your own laboratory, and the receiving station is not only expensive, 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 bugs made by him are naturally without these shortcomings, small and light, and the signal is strong, but the signal strength of the bugs made by others according to Kraft's steps is very impressive. It is also necessary to build a large receiving station. Of course, it doesn't matter if the distance is short, but it is not much different from the bugs on the market.

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

"Ah, well then," the black policeman shrugged, "I will report to our boss later, as to whether he is willing to pay, it is not for me as a young policeman to decide."

Turning over a page of the already filled record book, the black policeman continued to ask: "Then what about the skateboard you used when you came here? The solar-powered skateboards on the market are not so fast."

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

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

The black policeman scratched his bald head, agreeing with Kraft's reasoning.

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

"Yes, the portable pacemaker, unfortunately, has a major defect and cannot be sold."

"Major defect? ​​Didn't you use it to save Mr. Parker?"

The black policeman asked curiously.

"Uh... I can only say that Uncle Ben's luck is really good." Kraft touched his nose with a smile, "That thing is not very stable yet, it might explode."

"Will it explode?!"

The black policeman didn't react yet, but Peter Parker jumped up.

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

"Nonsense! Uncle Ben wasn't breathing at the time, so what can I do without taking a gamble?!"

Kraft yelled back again with confidence, and Peter Parker languished again.

In the final analysis, Uncle Ben was rescued by Kraft after all, and he was the one who risked the explosion to save Uncle Ben. Peter, a ungrateful guy, has no position to blame Kraft at all.

Peter Parker who wanted to understand weakly apologized to him and thanked him again: "Sorry Kraft, thank you so much."

However, Kraft didn't give him a good face, but turned to look at the black policeman, and actively promoted the goblin pacemaker XL according to Angela's plan.

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

Kraft gestured with his thumb and index finger.

"This thing will blow off one or two fingers at most, and suffer a little burn. Wearing protective gloves or something when using it can easily solve this problem."

"Ahahaha... forget about it," the black policeman smiled dryly and rejected Kraft's promotion,

"Although our New York police officers are usually a little tired, we are mostly responsible for trivial matters. There are not many life-threatening situations. It is likely that your portable pacemaker will not be needed."

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

The refusal of the police was actually calculated by Angela a long time ago. Even if they needed first aid, it was impossible to use such explosive items. If the public knew about it, the New York Police Department chief and relevant responsible persons would not be able to please them. And those military or secret service organizations hidden behind will not be short of a fatally flawed first aid method.

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

This self-sufficiency and aggressiveness, the policeman's black blood is very pure.

The corner of his mouth twitched covertly, and Kraft still followed the black policeman's words. Compared with most black fathers, this black man in front of him can become a policeman and remember his children's preferences. Good father.

However, 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 that intervened behind it, is just so-so.

When the black policeman left, Kraft raised his chin and looked at Peter Parker with a nervous expression.

"You are amazing now, you dare to fight black fists? I must tell Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben that you are waiting to die!"

"Don't, Kraft!"

Peter Parker smiled flatteringly at him.

"You don't need to tell them such a small matter? Don't I want to share the household for them? Who knows that this kind of thing will happen..."

"Hmph! I heard it. You are clearly capable of getting back your own salary, but you dare not do it yourself. Instead, let a robber vent your anger on you. You are really promising, Peter Parker!"

"But... In that case, wouldn't I be the same as that robber..."

Peter weakly wanted to refute. To be honest, Kraft didn't pursue the fact that he deliberately let the robbers go, which made him a little surprised, and he was secretly relieved. Future...

Hey, isn't he used to this kind of thing a long time ago?

"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 your own reason to go to the end of this lawsuit!"

Although Peter Parker felt that the court would not accept the lawsuit of an occupation like underground black boxing, he wisely did not talk back, but curled his neck like a quail and showed an aggrieved expression

Seeing that, Kraft was furious.

"I don't care why you became so good at fighting. Anyway, if you get Uncle Ben or Aunt Mei involved in this kind of crap, see how I teach you! Don't think that I can't do anything about you if you have some ability. !"

Kraft switched on the wrist guard in front of Peter Parker, and then slapped the table beside him in two.

"Did you hear clearly?!"

"Listen, listen clearly!"

Although in the eyes of Peter Parker, this level of strength is nothing, but he was still taken aback by Kraft's invention. In addition, he was indeed wrong in this matter, and it fell to Kraft. There are too many handles in his hands, so he can only admit his cowardice obediently.

Anyway, it's not the first time this kind of thing happened, just get used to it.