New Ideas: I Want to Sell Tanks (Happy National Day!)

"Aren't you afraid he'll betray you?" Frank looked at Hong Fei curiously.

"Before he truly betrays me, everything is unknown; it might happen, or it might not."

Frank knitted his brows. "Are you talking nonsense to me?"

"Hahaha, that's the truth. He might not betray me. If he really does, then I'll just beat him to death."

Samuel was very smart now, his intelligence far surpassing human limits. Hong Fei wouldn't judge his inner thoughts based on his outward actions.

But similarly, he wouldn't give up using Samuel's abilities because of it.

Being smart didn't mean he could fight.

Even if he could fight, he couldn't fight as well as Hong Fei right now.

Betrayal? Then I'll beat him to death.

Hong Fei chuckled. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Three days without a beating and they'll tear down the roof'?"

"What does that mean?"

"Literally. I won't do it at home, but when we go out, I'll definitely bring him along. Every three days, I'll beat him. This way, he'll remember, and I can indirectly test how well he controls his abilities. Plus, I can try to figure out from his eyes when he plans to betray me."

Actually, I just want him to drop a Skill Card quickly.

As long as I can get psychic abilities from him, Hong Fei can crush him even if his energy is depleted.

But Frank didn't know that. He just frowned, staring at Hong Fei with a very strange look, and after a long pause, said, "You're really not human!"

Helen Zhao's laboratory was under construction in full swing.

Perhaps it was the excitement of building her own laboratory from scratch, but her favorite activity now was to put on her white helmet, go to the construction site, and compare the blueprints with the buildings, looking them over.

Gazing at her figure, Hong Fei could only hope that her Regeneration Cradle would be as magical as expected in the future. If it could be popularized, it would be a great thing, enough to rapidly improve his physical fitness.

However, money...

He flipped his palm, a green card held between his fingertips. The tank illustration on the front seemed to be speeding across the desert under the light.

As his gaze swept over the tank's long, thick cannon barrel repeatedly, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.

Suppose you owned an item of immense value worldwide, but due to its special nature, you couldn't use it normally or directly. Yet, you felt it was a waste to leave it unused, so what should you do?

Sell it, of course!

Like selling family heirlooms when you're short on cash.

Based on the known characteristics of this Skill Card, the tank could use Hong Fei's energy, as well as real fuel and ammunition. All its parts and system components were completely real and indistinguishable.

As a brand-new US military main battle tank, there should be many people eager to buy it, right?

The only problem was that only one could exist at a time. When a new one was created, the old one would inevitably disappear.

After selling it, this Skill Card would be practically useless.

Wait, that doesn't seem right.

Hong Fei's brows furrowed deeply, and the light in his eyes flickered rapidly.

It seems it can't only be sold to one person, can it?

If he hid his identity, delivered the goods first and then received payment, and after receiving the money, found another buyer, the person who lost the goods probably wouldn't dare to publicize it. After all, this was an Eagle Country main battle tank. If you didn't buy it through official channels but secretly bought an M1A2SEP from someone else, what would that imply?

At worst, he could dismantle it and sell the parts separately.

This cycle would repeat...

Hong Fei couldn't help but gasp.

He felt like he had inadvertently opened a door to a new world.

So this wasn't a Skill Card, nor an Equipment Card, but a bank card that generated money!

Hong Fei's lips curved upwards wildly.

Frank, who happened to be passing by, got goosebumps.

"What kind of sinister plot are you concocting now?"

Hong Fei looked up, full of energy, pulled Frank down to sit, and asked, "Tell me, if I wanted to sell that tank, who would want it and be able to afford it?"

On the distant riverbank, military personnel filled the entire forest.

Ross leaned against his car, smoking a cigar, his expression extremely grim.

He had initially thought that finding traces of the Abomination coming ashore would lead him to its hiding place, but the clues had completely vanished less than a kilometer from the riverbank.

No footprints, no bloodstains, as if the Abomination had suddenly grown wings and flown away.

Now, his target was no longer the Abomination, but the other unidentified individual from that night.

The footage of someone impersonating the military entering the city was captured by surveillance, but this group of audacious imposters had vanished into thin air again after leaving the city that night.

The masked man in gray had pursued the Abomination out of the city, and even fighter jets couldn't track their movements. Now, the Abomination had also disappeared, forcing Ross to make the worst possible judgment.

The other party had taken the Abomination.

Besides the Abomination's massive footprints, there were also the footprints of another adult, and no one could say there was no connection between the two.

The key was, how did the other party leave?

A soldier stepped forward to report, "General, we've personally found all the trucks that drove by nearby that night. After questioning and screening them one by one, we haven't found anything unusual yet."

Ross took the cigar from his mouth and waved his hand irritably.

Suddenly, he said again, "Wait, have someone secretly monitor all the drivers and analyze all their actions carefully."

"Yes!"

At present, Ross could only resort to some seemingly very foolish methods.

The technology of the modern world was indeed very advanced, but it was by no means omnipotent, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many cold cases and wrongful convictions. Now he felt he had encountered a complete cold case!

If Hong Fei knew about Ross's troubles, he might have said four words: Treading Snow Without a Trace.

Carrying the Abomination using the Treading Snow Without a Trace skill was indeed exhausting, but the result was clearly worth it.

At this moment, someone else stepped forward holding a phone, "Report, General, it's Tony Stark on the phone."

Ross's eyebrows immediately shot up, and his anger erupted uncontrollably.

"Tell him to go to hell! Even if I dismember the Abomination and boil it for food, he won't get a single bone fragment!" With that, he fiercely threw the cigar on the ground and stomped on it with great force, as if he were crushing Tony Stark's throat.

Stark Tower.

Tony listened to Ross's roar without any change in his expression. After the call ended, he turned to Coulson and shrugged.

"You heard him. I told you I did my best. Last time he almost beat me out of a bar, and now he's acting like he wants to kill me. Come on, that's the truth. Can you still blame me, the consultant?"

Coulson sighed, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, for making you go through this. I'll take the message back. Thank you for your efforts."

"You're welcome. Just remember to pay the consultation fee on time."

Leaving the tower and getting into his car, Coulson put on his sunglasses and started driving. A smile gradually spread across his lips.

He turned on Bluetooth, and after a moment, he said with a laugh, "Director, I'm very sorry. Although our consultant personally went out, the mission unfortunately failed."

Warm congratulations on the 72nd anniversary of the founding of our country! Wishing everyone a happy National Day holiday and a joyful week!

A brand new October, requesting monthly and recommendation votes!