Meiman God Mechanic

Molun couldn't help but yawn as he listened to the 50-year-old woman on the podium constantly talking about the glorious history of the United States and how much the United States has contributed to the world.

Are you Americans so clueless?

It wasn't that Molun wanted to come to class, but he had already skipped too many classes and if he didn't show up, he might be expelled from the school.

Fortunately, the text message from Moira on his mobile phone barely cheered up Morun.

"Boss, the negotiation has been completed."

This good news made Mo Lun feel very excited. He quickly slipped out of the back door and called Moira back in the bathroom.

"How is the result?"

Moira's voice on the other end of the phone was also a little excited: "The NYPD has ordered ten units, with a deposit of US$[-], and they will be delivered within two months."

"Ah, do you still have a deposit?"

Molun had already made plans to advance money first, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected surprise.

Sure enough, only by letting professional people do professional things can we create greater benefits.

In fact, Morun is not without some assets. After all, the assets that criminals plundered from poor people should be invested in places that can help people better.

"But boss, this high-tech product only costs [-] US dollars. Will we lose too much?"

Moira naturally knows the marketing method of losing money and making money, but as a small company that doesn't even have an office location, how can they find the funds to continue to consume like this.

But what Mo Lun said on the other end of the phone completely shocked Moira. She also had a preliminary understanding that the technological level of Mo Lun Industry was far ahead of this era.

"What do you mean by losing money? The cost of one of our tactical eyepieces is only about US$[-]. If it is put into mass production, I can control the cost to less than US$[-]."

The deal with the NYPD only accounts for a small part of Moren's plan, while the deal with the military and other police departments across the country is the bulk.

At that time, an instrument costing US$[-] will be sold for US$[-]. If this kind of money-grabbing profit margin is known to the military, they will probably take action directly!

Moreover, Morun also has a lot of arms-related technologies in his hands, which is enough to steal a few handfuls of wool from the old men in the army.

After the military use is converted to civilian use, another profit can be made.

Sure enough, technology is the primary productive force. If you want to make money, you need to use more black technologies.

"What about delivery deadlines? Are we productive enough?"

Moira raised another important issue. Although Morun had promised her that she could make a tactical eyepiece in two days before the negotiation, she was still a little worried.

After all, only Moira was involved in the entire transaction. If Moran absconded with the money, she would be the only one facing the risk of prosecution.

Although Moira didn't believe that Morron would lose the credibility he had gained with the Dark Knight for such a small amount of money, it was still best to play it safe.

"You can rest assured that if I work hard, I can deliver it soon."

There seems to be a difference between how quickly Moron speaks and how quickly Moira understands...

When a week passed, Morun, who was wrapped in a black and red uniform, placed ten boxes containing tactical goggles in front of Moira's eyes, he could clearly see the shock in her eyes.

"Boss, do we already have a production line?" Moira stroked the gold-plated logo of Morun Industries on the silver-white box and said in confusion.

In Moira's understanding, only a complete automated production line can produce so many high-tech products in such a short time.

Molun yawned, rubbed his eyes that could not be opened and said: "If it's just two robotic arms that often have problems and an annoying spider talker, it can be considered an automated production line. We already have it..."

In other words, these ten tactical eyepieces were handmade by two people?What kind of evil person must be to do this!

But in fact, only Molun was the one who really took action. After all, the little spider preferred to wander among the high-rise buildings in New York at night.New York still needs a superhero to maintain order at night.

Moreover, Molun has not been making tactical eyepieces all the time. He also has to continuously improve the two mechanical arms that assist him through use.

"After receiving the balance, you can rent an office space. After all, you can't be so informal all the time."

Mo Lun was planning to leave everything except manufacturing to Moira, and he didn’t have the energy to manage it anyway.

"By the way, help me pay attention to whether there are any manufacturing plants for sale."

Although Molun's current assets are not enough to buy a military factory, if it is just an ordinary manufacturing factory, he can buy it if he works hard for a while.

Anyway, Molun also has the technology for mass production of tactical eyepieces. All he needs to do is buy some equipment and do a little debugging and modification by himself.

"Okay, I understand." Moira wrote down these two things. This will be all she can do during this time.

"Oh, that's right. I won't be there when the goods are delivered tomorrow. Someone will go there for me."

After Molun finished speaking, he slowly disappeared into the shadows.

He was really sleepy. He needed a good sleep to make up for the late nights he had spent in the past few days.

Sometimes the more you want to do something, the less likely you are to do it. Now, Molun felt that he might not be able to sleep in a short time.

"Hey, Black Knight..."

Little Spider's voice came out from the Bat Communicator.He spoke a little hastily, it must be something urgent happened.

"What happened?" Mollen asked.

"I seem to be in big trouble. Now a guy who throws things very accurately and a big guy who looks like an elephant are chasing me! Ah, and there's another one who can discharge electricity!"

After the communicator made a harsh "hissing" sound, Moran could no longer contact Parker.

"Bug? Spider? Parker!"

Molun quickly called him loudly through the communicator anxiously, but received no response.

He didn't know what happened to Parker, whether it was because the communicator was destroyed, or something worse happened.

The guy who throws things very accurately?A big guy who looks like an elephant?

An ominous name flashed in Morun's mind, and he seemed to know who the little spider had offended!

The underground king of New York and the emperor of the underworld - "Kingpin" Wilson Fisk!

The one who throws things very accurately must be Kingpin's number one subordinate, Bullseye!

As for the one who can discharge electricity, he is probably a lightning man!I just don’t know why Electro is mixed up with Kingpin.

He is really a little bug that can cause trouble. He has only been free for a long time and he has provoked a villain of this level!

Although both Morron and Parker have been transformed beyond human limits, Kingpin is also one of the few people in Marvel who has surpassed human limits in a mortal body!

Kingpin weighs 90.00 kilograms, but it is not all fat. More than [-]% of his body is muscle.It is so powerful that it can punch through a wall with its bare hands.

And he himself is also a world-class fighting master. He and the Punisher represent the highest level of human combat effectiveness.

Not only that, Kingpin also has underworld forces all over the world. It can be said that every crime in New York is more or less related to this guy. The source of more than 40% of criminal activities in the entire United States is Kingpin!

Coupled with the assistance of Bullseye and Electro, Molun now feels a headache just hearing these names.