Hex Technology Tycoon of American Comics

Biological instinct: to eat and reproduce.

Dr. Tumlow thought that another injection would only show the hunting instinct derived from the first instinct, but he ignored that cats are actually creatures with a long estrus period...

The life crystal on Carl's chest seems to be attractive to him, and Carl himself is also attracted to Greer.

Everything is a matter of course.

Well, that's right.

Karl was lying on the leather bed, slowly stroking the smooth skin with his hands. The graceful curves appeared in his mind, and he was recalling the wild night in his heart.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Greer stroked the severed limb of Carl's left hand and asked distressedly.

"The high temperature burned out all the nerves. In order to prevent the necrotic arm from damaging other parts, I had no choice but to cut it off."

Karl didn't care that much - the original arm was nice, but in that case it would have been nice to be able to save his life.

Besides, he can still use mind control to manipulate the exoskeleton to impersonate his left hand, but it may not be as sophisticated as the original hand.

"Does your tribe have any... uh, customs in this regard?" Karl asked Greer in his arms.

"What do you mean? For example, the one about eating the man from behind?" Greer blinked like a kitten and laughed out loud at Karl's unhappy expression. "Don't worry, there is no such rule. .”

"That's good."

"But..." Greer got out of his arms and sat on Karl. Their foreheads touched, "I have some customs and habits. I don't know if you can accept them."

Karl smiled--the smile was a little weak, but he didn't refuse. How could a man say he couldn't do it?

And no one can say no to Greer's supermodel body and... enthusiasm.

Then he put his hands on the small waist.

"What do you think, you horny little kitten?"

……

It was near noon the next day that Tumlow took another look because of worry.

But now both of them had returned to normal, and Greer was even more radiant.

The second introduction of the cat spirit made her body stronger, her skin more delicate and tougher, and she even... grew a tail.

Only Karl knew that her ears were actually quite pointed, but they were just covered by her red hair.

As for flexibility and other body functions... they are even more amazing.

"Great, Greer, you're okay!" Dr. Tumlow only felt that he had been saved.

It was he who led the "devil" to the territory of the cat tribe. His original intention was just to contact some tribes with ancient myths and legends and study their customs. He did not expect that it would bring disaster to them!

Greer's expression is very aggressive, like a cat with explosive fur!

But Karl smoothed her hair: "Relax, Dr. Tumlow was kept in the dark - I think those people must have told you that they just wanted to do folklore research, right?"

Tumlo nodded fearfully.

Carl looked at his watch and said: "In short, you should know without me telling you that you can no longer appear in front of SHIELD.

It is a global organization, intelligence and armed organization. Believe me, they can do it even if you are local. "

"Then what should I do?" Tumluo was a little confused, "I..."

"I actually don't care about you that much, and I really want to give you a shot, but for the sake of saving Greer's life, I can give you a choice.

Works for me. "

"You?" Tumlo was stupid, working for a savage?

However, Karl did not explain. He looked at Greer and said, "You are not safe either. Soon those people will be searching for you. No matter which valley you are hiding in, it will be difficult to escape."

SHIELD has satellites.

Not only SHIELD, but also Hydra. Coupled with all kinds of high technology, these tribesmen really can't hide for long.

This Tumluo agreed very much: "So do we still want to continue here? I mean, we shouldn't separate..."

Karl glared at this guy - so doctors and other people like to talk too much!

Until Tumlow shut up angrily, Karl continued: "I have a way, but I want you to work for me in the future - I mean, in a certain sense, I..."

"I agree." Greer said suddenly, "From now on, you will be the family of the cat people, the prophet and leader of the cat people."

Karl was stunned for a moment and looked at the others, only to see that the other twenty or so people also agreed with Greer's statement.

Greer explained: "The cat spirit is a legend of our tribe a long time ago, and many of the rules and inheritance in the tribe are derived from that legend.

But now, it is no longer a legend, and the custom that has never been used can be activated: the person possessed by the cat spirit is equivalent to the cat spirit and has the right to lead the tribe. "

Theocratic tribe, Carl suddenly understood.

This saves a lot of effort.

"This is best. Then follow my instructions. I want to return to the city, and the instructions will be given through the communicator."

"You want to go back?" Tumluo started talking too much again.

Carl directly pinched the guy's mouth: "Don't ask too much, you have only two choices, work for me, or go to SHIELD to surrender now, and then be tortured and die unjustly...

Which do you choose? "

Tumlow pointed at Carl in horror.

"Good, then you just have to listen to me."

"Ahem..." Tumluo coughed twice and continued to ask, "But with all due respect, it is not easy to protect yourself in this land. They must have weapons and land..."

Karl glanced at him with a half-smile, then looked up at the sky.

Are you negotiating weapons and territory with Munitions?

"Sir, the plane has entered the country and you can come back."

……

Back on the plane, Carl deliberately stopped using his life crystal. In just a few ten minutes, he looked as if he was about to die, with a sallow face and sunken eyes.

By the time the crew saw him, he was feeling better again by reactivating the Life Crystal.

Now the crew knew why Mr. Carl had not been seen for a while. Seeing this, it was hard not to think that he had taken some drugs.

"Sir, these are the arms sold this time. Most of them are orders from the Cameroon government, and some are from private military companies."

Karl took the list and looked at it. Most of them were common firearms, explosives and individual equipment.

It is worth noting that the amount sold to private military companies is actually quite large.

This was obviously not really a sale to a private military company, and Carl had done his homework - the arms would be transferred to people named private insurance companies.

Then handle them and resell them to some forces that the Eagle Country cannot support, such as some Central African warlords, or some regions will call them "terrorists".

"The arms business is a... not so kind business." Karl sighed.

"Yes, do we want to stop this activity?" Blitz asked proactively.

Karl was a little surprised: "How could you say that? I mean..."

"Sir, I have been helping Mr. Parker with some activities during this time, maybe I was infected by him."

“I see.” Karl touched his chin, “But Blitz, remember, as long as a product is circulating in the market, someone will always buy it, and the one with the highest price will always get it.

Rather than letting some unknown guy make this money, it should be in our hands.

How else can we make the world...better, or closer to what we imagine it to be? "

Blitz was silent for a while, and immediately thought through what Karl meant.

As long as there is war in the world, and as long as arms are still circulating on the market, even if Stark Industries or Carl control themselves, they will not sell firearms to those people at high prices.

There will also be other "legitimate" customers selling to "illegal" users at high prices.

Someone will always do it.

"I understand. Should this insight be recorded in the work diary? Mr. Obadiah may be interested in this."

"Of course - or that's what he wanted to see."

"understood."

"Just understand. Give me the buyer's information. I just want to buy something from him."

The official administration of Cameroon's land is very lax, and I believe they will be happy to exchange the land for the goodwill of some arms dealers.