Peddling

"Do you have anything else interesting?"

Red looked at Gemini curiously. The Web-Shooters had already piqued his interest.

"That depends on what kind of things you want." Gemini crossed his arms and leaned back against the sofa. "I have plenty of merchandise, but I can't bring it all with me."

Red stared steadily at Gemini. "I don't mean to pry into your secrets, but I'd like to know what's going on with your strength. I don't believe an eleven- or twelve-year-old boy could take down a whole group of my men so easily."

"Hmm..." Gemini nodded. "There's no harm in telling you. My abilities come from a serum."

As he spoke, Gemini leaped up and pressed one hand against the ceiling, sticking there just like that. Then Red watched Gemini stand on the ceiling and walk a few steps upside down.

"I can walk freely on walls like a spider. Once I'm an adult, I'll have more than fifteen tons of strength. My five senses have also been greatly enhanced, and my intelligence will increase accordingly. You can think of it as mutation, or evolution. And this evolution occurs at the genetic level, which means it can be passed down to the next generation without any adverse effects."

"The most important part is that if someone points a gun at me, or if my life is in danger, I'll sense it immediately."

Gemini dropped down from the ceiling. He could clearly hear Red's heavy breathing.

"What's the price? How much is this serum?" Red swallowed.

"The price of a product naturally depends on its value, but there's one exception: when something is priceless, scarce, and unavailable on the market."

Gemini crossed one leg over the other, a gentle smile on his face. "Twenty million pounds sterling. Final offer."

Twenty million was cheap.

But it was probably the limit of what the man in front of him could accept.

He looked calm on the surface, but inside, he was practically bursting with excitement. That was Gemini's current state.

Why was he excited?

According to the Weapon Shop's assessment of currency purchasing power, twenty million pounds sterling could buy five Devil Fruits! Or twenty sets of Iron Man Armor, and so on...

Red pursed his lips and let out a soft sigh.

It wasn't that he couldn't afford it, but it would cost him everything he had.

In fact, he didn't want the serum for himself, but for his beloved daughter.

He had seen Gemini's abilities. The kid was practically a miniature Superman, and the group of men Gemini had taken down still hadn't woken up.

If his daughter gained this ability, he would never have to worry about her safety again.

"Can you make it cheaper?" Red asked dryly.

Gemini shook his head.

Spider-Man's abilities were still a little too powerful for this world. Gemini had to make sure this unstable factor remained within his control.

Red thought for a moment. "Perhaps we can trade in another form. For example, I provide the money, and you provide the technology. The Web-Shooters alone could make us a fortune."

"Impossible." Gemini shook his head. "A massive amount of solution is compressed to the subatomic level and stored in an extremely pressure-resistant container. Artificially manufactured nanomaterial in liquid form is directly condensed into a subatomic state through high-energy compression, then activated by variable-frequency current, causing the web container to instantly release the web material. It first changes from subatomic particles into atoms, then into gas. At extreme speed, the gas undergoes intense friction with the atmosphere, and the heat rapidly turns the web material from gas into liquid, then solid."

That was the Weapon Shop's description of the Web-Shooters.

Thinking about it, Peter Parker really was a fucking genius!

"Basically, with current technology, it can't be made. At least, it can't be made in this world."

Gemini said seriously, "The only way you can get it is through me. As for whether you research and analyze it after getting it, or whatever else you do, I won't interfere. Even if you truly manage to develop it, that will be your own capability."

Red sighed regretfully. "I'd like to try it first. Is that alright?"

"Of course." Gemini took a Web-Shooter from his clothes and handed it to Red.

Red put it on his wrist and copied Gemini's hand gesture as he pressed down.

It didn't move.

It was fucking awkward.

Only then did Gemini remember that the Web-Shooter's button required the force of a hammer blow to press. Other than him, ordinary people didn't have that kind of strength.

"Alright, I'll give you another one."

He took out a downgraded version and handed it to Red.

Whoosh—

A web line streaked through the air. Red stood up and pulled on it with all his strength, hauling himself into midair. The web attached to the ceiling showed no sign of breaking.

"It's incredible. Such a thin web can pull me up..."

Red looked at Gemini with delight. "This won't cost twenty million pounds sterling too, will it?"

"Five hundred pounds sterling each." Gemini spread his hands. "See the little red tube on it? The liquid inside is the raw material for the webbing. That costs extra—ten pounds sterling per tube. Don't think it's expensive. Used properly, this stuff can save your life."

"I'll take a hundred of them, plus five hundred tubes of webbing." Red naturally understood Gemini's reasoning.

"Very good. Fifty-five thousand pounds sterling. Put it here, and I can deliver immediately." Gemini nodded.

Capital might be evil, but damn, did he love it.

The downgraded Web-Shooters and all that webbing were only worth four thousand pounds sterling in the Weapon Shop. With this one deal, Gemini made more than fifty thousand in pure profit!

There was a large amount of cash in the room's safe. Gemini turned and left the room, then returned less than two minutes later carrying two large metal cases. One was packed with Web-Shooters, while the other was filled with webbing.

With that, the money and goods were settled.

Gemini's total savings had reached more than fifty-nine thousand, nearly sixty thousand pounds sterling.

Red gave the goods a rough inspection and closed the cases.

He didn't inspect the batch of Web-Shooters too carefully. Only Gemini could provide these things. Even if there were defective units, tens of thousands of pounds sterling wasn't much of a loss to him. More importantly, upsetting Gemini over something so minor would be far more trouble than it was worth.

"I'm really curious. What other good things do you have?" Red asked.

Gemini thought for a moment, then gave a slightly eerie smile. "You know, I really do have something suited to your line of work. Are you interested in medicine?"

"What kind of medicine?" Red frowned. "Let me make this clear first—if it's some kind of shady..."

"Medicine that can bring the dead back to life."

As Gemini's words fell, the air went silent.

Red swallowed, staring at Gemini in horror. "You must be messing with me."

"GH-325." Gemini's voice was calm. "If someone died from external injuries, it can bring them back to life even after they've stopped breathing. Of course, it won't work if the corpse has already begun to rot."

GH-325 was the drug that revived S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Coulson after Loki killed him.

"However, because the brain dies when a person dies, while this drug can awaken the brain through its powerful cellular regeneration ability, brain death still brings serious negative effects. Combined with the drug's effects, there's a high chance of developing mental illness. The only solution is to erase the person's past memories."

"If you buy this drug from me, then if you ever truly need to use it, I can also help erase the memories." Gemini said sincerely.

Erasing memories wasn't difficult for him. One Shot, One Forget would do the job.

It might not sound pleasant, but he was telling the truth.