Windmill Car and Fake Veteran

Tom & Jerry.

Chinese translation: Tom and Jerry.

This world-renowned, enduring cartoon.

Because the cat in the cartoon always suffered, Quinn was a loyal viewer. In contrast, Bear strongly disliked it, often clamoring to scratch the faces of the director and scriptwriters.

Even so, she would often laugh while watching it.

So, although Kraft didn't have the means to watch this cartoon before, and had no interest in it later when he did, he still watched quite a few episodes with the family pet and Alice.

He had also seen the episode from his dream just now. He even remembered its name: "Progress and Mechanization." Ah, and another one with the same world-building, "The Life of Controlling Mice."

The dream primarily showed the manufacturing process of the mechanical cat, which wasn't broadcast in the cartoon.

However, that thing was meaningless to Kraft. Not only was it impractical, but the plot also went out of control in both episodes. Kraft would have to be out of his mind to make such a ridiculous thing.

In fact, long ago, Kraft had considered whether the world in his dreams was real. This was because too many fantastical worlds, only seen in fantasy literature, had appeared in his dreams. He had even specifically sought out many books on parallel worlds, dimensions, and the "three thousand worlds." But in the end, he realized that whether these worlds were real or not seemed to have little bearing on him. Instead, he could gain a lot of benefits, so he stopped dwelling on it.

It was just that this time, he suddenly dreamt of a fantasy world he had encountered in the real world, and he was a little shocked...

Well, not just a little, but very shocked.

But after the shock...

It seemed like it was no big deal. Eat, sleep, play as usual. His life went on as before. Tom the cat on TV didn't jump into reality because of it.

"Brother, are you okay?"

This morning, Kraft, uncharacteristically, didn't rush to the lab. Instead, he went to the living room to watch Tom and Jerry. Alice, unable to suppress her worry, came over and asked softly.

"Huh? I'm fine," Kraft snapped back to reality, smiled at Alice, and said, "I was just looking for some inspiration from the cartoon. Is breakfast ready?"

"Mhm, today's breakfast is century egg and lean meat congee~"

"That's great!"

Easily brushing Alice off, Kraft didn't dwell too much on last night's dream and returned to his usual daily routine.

Except for occasionally being dragged to the shelter by Alice to help out.

One day, Kraft was tinkering in the lab as usual when Angela's alarm suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Priority target, Benjamin Parker, is in life-threatening danger. Location: near the Wegmans supermarket next to Queen's Boulevard."

"What's going on?!"

Kraft, who was tapping away in his mini-base, dropped his work and controlled an SCV to rush to the tarmac.

"Prepare a Banshee fighter jet for me!"

At this point, he didn't care about exposure or not. Saving lives was the priority. He could always run away with Martin later if needed.

Angela, while preparing the Banshee fighter jet as instructed, suggested, "After my calculations, using the solar-powered skateboard will also allow you to arrive in time. Moreover, I've made preliminary contingency plans to minimize the risk of exposure."

Immediately after, Angela quickly laid out her plan.

Kraft hesitated, "Are you sure it will work?"

"Even if it fails, it's not unrecoverable. The outcome won't be much different from using the Banshee."

Angela analyzed calmly.

Kraft thought about it and nodded, saying, "Do as you say."

With that, he quickly ran towards the outside of the mini-base.

Emerging from the base, Kraft, having returned to his original size, took the helmet and backpack handed to him by a robotic arm, then stepped onto the solar-powered skateboard Angela had prepared for him. He slammed the accelerator to the max and sped towards Queen's Boulevard.

"I've hacked into all nearby cameras and recording devices to roughly reconstruct the events..."

While marking the optimal route for Kraft inside his helmet, Angela reported on Uncle Ben's situation.

"You damn Peter Parker!"

After listening to Angela's report, Kraft couldn't help but curse loudly. If he was shortchanged, why didn't he just punch the guy and get it back?! What kind of nonsense is it to use robbers to get revenge?! Even with powers, a loser is still a loser!

Although he didn't know what was going on with Peter Parker, from his performance in the underground boxing ring, he could roughly guess what kind of fortuitous encounter he had, strengthening his physical fitness. No wonder he had been acting so strange lately.

But this didn't stop Kraft from despising him. Normally, he would have just mocked him, but because of his incompetence, Uncle Ben was in danger. Kraft wished he could stuff him into the Break the Cauldrons and Sink the Boats Treadmill and lock him up for a month.

Kraft's solar-powered skateboard could keep up with cars, but it didn't need to use the main roads. Coupled with Angela's planned routes that often went off the beaten path, he quickly arrived near Queen's Boulevard.

It was also fortunate that he had been exercising recently. Otherwise, with his previous physical condition, he might not have been able to follow Angela's planned route.

"Uncle Ben..."

Peter Parker hugged the blood-soaked Uncle Ben, weeping uncontrollably, filled with regret and self-hatred. Watching Uncle Ben's breath grow weaker, Peter cried out in agitation.

"Uncle Ben! No! No! The ambulance is coming! Uncle Ben, just hold on a little longer!"

However, Uncle Ben didn't regain any spirit from Peter's cries. The hand resting on his shoulder slowly slipped down.

"No—!!!"

"Get out of the way, you idiot!!!"

Just as Uncle Ben was about to breathe his last, Kraft's slightly muffled roar echoed in Peter's ears, followed by the frantic alarm of his Spider-Sense.

Before Peter's consciousness could even catch up, his body moved on its own. He suddenly ducked, and a skateboard whizzed past his hair, flying overhead before slamming hard into the wall of the shop opposite him.

At the same time, a figure wearing a safety helmet and a backpack slung over one shoulder tumbled not far from him. They rolled twice before quickly getting to their feet and rushing over to Peter Parker.

"Get out of the way! Uncle Ben can still be saved!"

Kraft yanked off his helmet with one hand and grabbed Peter Parker with the other, trying to pull him aside.

But Peter Parker was no longer the same as he used to be. The meager muscles Kraft had built up couldn't budge him. Fortunately, he heard Kraft's words clearly. Holding onto a sliver of hope, he quickly moved aside, clearing the space.

Kraft yanked the backpack off his shoulders and pulled out a device that looked somewhat like an electric iron, placing it on Uncle Ben's chest. He had stopped breathing.

Goblin Defibrillator XL.

Not only was its success rate higher than the regular version, but it was also less prone to exploding. Moreover, the one he held had been optimized with other dream technology, further increasing its success rate while significantly reducing the chance of explosion and its destructive power.

Kraft pressed the switch, gripping the Goblin Defibrillator XL and pressing down with force before lifting it.

A flash of blue electricity surged, and Benjamin Parker's heart, which had stopped beating, began to pump again.

"Hah—huff—"

After an involuntary deep breath, Uncle Ben's eyes snapped open.

Kraft let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, it had worked. Otherwise, he would have had to resort to other methods.