"Weren't you afraid he'd betray you?" Frank looked at Hong Fei curiously.
"Before he truly betrayed me, everything was unknown. He might, or he might not."
Frank frowned. "Are you talking nonsense?"
"Hahaha, but that's the truth. He might not betray me. If he really does, I'll just beat him to death."
Samuel was very intelligent now. His intellect had completely surpassed the realm of humanity, so Hong Fei would not judge his inner thoughts based on his outward behavior.
But likewise, he would not give up on using Samuel's abilities because of that.
Being smart did not mean he could fight.
Even if he could fight, he still could not fight as well as Hong Fei.
If he betrayed him, then Hong Fei would just beat him to death.
Hong Fei smiled. "Have you ever heard the saying, 'If you don't beat a child for three days, he'll climb onto the roof and tear off the tiles'?"
"What did that mean?"
"Exactly what it says. At home, forget it, but whenever I go out, I'll definitely bring him with me. Every three days, I'll beat him up once. That'll keep the lesson fresh in his mind, let me probe how well he's mastered his abilities, and incidentally let me see from his eyes when exactly he plans to betray me."
Actually, he just wanted Samuel to hurry up and drop a Skill Card.
As long as he could obtain mental abilities from him, then even if Hong Fei's energy ran dry, he could still crush him head-on.
But Frank did not know that. He merely scrunched up his face and stared at Hong Fei with an extremely strange look. After a long while, he said, "You really are inhuman!"
Helen Zhao's laboratory was being constructed at full speed.
Perhaps because building a laboratory of her own from scratch excited her, her favorite daily task now was putting on a white hard hat, entering the construction site, and comparing the building to the blueprints from every angle.
Watching her from afar, Hong Fei only hoped that her Regeneration Cradle would truly be as miraculous as it was supposed to be. Once it was widely adopted, it would surely be a tremendous good deed, enough to rapidly improve his physical condition.
But money...
With a flip of his hand, a green card appeared between his fingertips. The tank image on its front seemed to be charging through a desert beneath the reflected light.
As his gaze repeatedly swept over the tank's thick, long cannon barrel, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck him.
Suppose you possessed an item that was extremely valuable anywhere in the world, but because of certain special characteristics, you could not use it normally or directly. Yet you felt it would be a waste to leave it unused. What should you do?
Of course, sell it!
Just like selling off antiques at home when you needed money.
Based on the known properties of this Skill Card, the tank could use Hong Fei's energy, or it could use real fuel and shells. Every part and system component was completely real, with no difference whatsoever.
As a brand-new US military main battle tank, there should be plenty of people fighting to buy it, right?
The only problem was that only one could exist at a time. When a new one appeared, the old one would inevitably disappear.
Once he sold it, this Skill Card would practically become useless.
Wait, that did not seem right either.
Hong Fei's brow furrowed deeply, and the light in his eyes flickered rapidly.
It seemed he did not have to sell it to only one buyer?
If he concealed his identity, delivered the goods before receiving payment, then found another buyer after getting paid, the people who lost the goods probably would not dare publicize it either. After all, this was Eagle Country's main battle tank. Export models were available for purchase, yet they chose not to buy one and instead privately bought an M1A2SEP from someone else. What the hell was that supposed to mean?
And if that still did not work, he could dismantle it and sell the parts separately.
Repeat the process over and over...
Hong Fei could not help sucking in a cold breath.
He felt as though he had accidentally opened the door to a new world.
So this was not a Skill Card, nor was it an equipment card. It was a bank card that could print money!
The corners of Hong Fei's mouth rose wildly.
Frank, who happened to pass by, got goosebumps at the sight.
"What kind of sinister scheme are you thinking up now?"
Hong Fei looked up, energetically pulled him down to sit, and asked, "Tell me, if I wanted to sell that tank, who would want it and be able to afford it?"
At the distant edge of the riverbank, military personnel filled the entire forest.
Ross leaned against a vehicle with a cigar in his mouth, his expression exceedingly grim.
He had thought that finding traces of Abomination coming ashore would let him follow the trail to his hiding place. Unexpectedly, the clues had completely vanished less than a kilometer from the riverbank.
The footprints were gone, and there was no trace of blood, as if Abomination had suddenly grown wings and flown away into thin air.
His target was no longer Abomination, but the other unidentified person from that night.
The surveillance footage clearly showed the other party impersonating military personnel to enter the city, yet this group of brazen impostors had vanished into thin air again after leaving the city that night.
That gray-clothed, masked man had chased Abomination all the way out of the city. Even the fighter jets had failed to locate them. Now Abomination had vanished into thin air as well, forcing Ross to make the worst possible judgment.
The other party had taken Abomination away.
Aside from Abomination's enormous footprints, there were also the footprints of another adult here. No one could claim that the two were unrelated.
The key question was, how exactly had they left?
A soldier stepped forward to report, "General, we have personally located every truck that passed through the area that night. After questioning and screening them one by one, we have found no abnormalities for the time being."
Ross removed the cigar from his mouth and waved his hand irritably.
Suddenly, he added, "Wait. Have people secretly monitor all the drivers and carefully analyze every one of their actions."
"Yes, sir!"
For now, Ross could only resort to methods that seemed extremely clumsy.
Technology in the modern world was indeed highly advanced, but it was far from omnipotent. Otherwise, there would not be so many unsolved cases and wrongful convictions. Right now, he felt that he had encountered a thoroughly unsolved case!
If Hong Fei knew about Ross's frustration, he might have said four words: Treading Snow Without a Trace.
Carrying Abomination while using the ultimate technique of Treading Snow Without a Trace had been exhausting, but the result was clearly worth it.
At that moment, someone else approached while holding up a phone. "Reporting, General. It's Tony Stark calling."
Ross's eyebrows immediately shot up, and his fury exploded beyond restraint.
"Tell that motherfucker to go die! Even if I chop Abomination into pieces and boil him up to eat, he won't get so much as a speck of bone!" With that, he viciously threw his cigar onto the ground and ground it beneath his foot, as though he were stomping on Tony Stark's throat.
Stark Tower.
Tony showed no reaction as he listened to Ross roar. After the call ended, he turned and shrugged at Coulson.
"You heard him. I told you I'd already done everything I could. Last time, he nearly beat me out of a bar, and now he looks like he wants to kill me. Come on, the facts are right there. Could you still think it's a problem with me, the consultant?"
Coulson sighed. "Sorry, Mr. Stark. We've troubled you. I'll take the news back right away. Thank you for your efforts."
"No need to thank me. Just remember to pay the consulting fee on time."
After leaving the tower, getting into his car, putting on his sunglasses, and driving onto the road, Coulson's lips gradually curved upward.
He turned on Bluetooth, and after a moment, he said with a smile, "Director, I'm very sorry. Although our consultant personally took action, the mission unfortunately still failed."
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