Lie to You

After pulling Uncle Ben back from the brink of death with the Goblin Pacemaker XL, Kraft took an injection gun from his bag and gave Uncle Ben a shot of adrenaline to the neck.

Uncle Ben, whose breathing had been faint, immediately perked up.

"Kraft?"

Feeling the surge of power within him, Uncle Ben sat up slightly.

"You saved me?"

"Don't move! You're still injured!" Kraft pressed Uncle Ben down, making him lie back. "The ambulance will be here soon, tell me immediately if anything feels wrong!"

"Don't worry, I feel pretty good right now."

Uncle Ben smiled and obediently lay back down.

"That's because I gave you a shot of adrenaline so you can't feel pain, but your body hasn't actually recovered."

Kraft was, of course, making this up. The original adrenaline shot was also from Swann's world, and its effect was indeed to trade physical condition for combat power. However, Kraft had long since used technology from other worlds to minimize its side effects and had even added a small amount of body repair agent.

Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't add more, but often when sources of damage like bullets or shrapnel remained inside the body, adding too much repair agent wouldn't be ideal.

"That's great, Kraft, thank goodness you were here..."

Peter Parker, crying with snot and tears, walked over and repeatedly thanked Kraft with a look of lingering fear.

"Hmph!"

Kraft glared fiercely at him, then turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

"Uh..."

Peter, who had intended to ask Kraft why he was here, paused and then retreated.

He was already in the wrong, and he had just received a great favor from Kraft. Peter Parker didn't dare to provoke Kraft, who was obviously in a bad mood, at this time.

Soon, the ambulance arrived. Kraft and Peter got into the ambulance together to take Uncle Ben to the hospital.

After waiting anxiously outside the operating room for a while, they and Aunt May, who arrived shortly after, finally received notification from the doctor that Uncle Ben was out of danger. Kraft finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to you, Kraft."

Wiping away tears, Aunt May hugged Kraft and refused to let go, thanking him profusely.

"If Ben hadn't made it, I don't know if I could have carried on."

"It's okay, Aunt May, the important thing is that Uncle Ben is fine."

Kraft patted Aunt May's back, comforting her softly.

"Excuse me for interrupting."

At this moment, a Black man in a police uniform walked over and pointed at Kraft and Peter.

"I'll need both of you to come with me to give a statement."

"Okay, no problem."

Kraft nodded. This police officer had already arrived earlier and was just waiting for them. Since he was being so accommodating, Kraft naturally wouldn't make things difficult for him, and he did indeed need to provide some explanation for the pile of gadgets he had displayed earlier.

Since Kraft and Peter were not suspects, the Black police officer did not take them back to the police station. Instead, he found an empty room at the hospital and began taking their statements directly.

Kraft glanced at the earpiece in the officer's ear. If he remembered correctly, it hadn't been there before. It seemed that America's intelligence agencies might already be involved. Unfortunately, it wasn't a good time for him to contact Angela now.

Mentally adding "prepare a discreet bone conduction headset for myself" to his plan, Kraft sat down opposite the Black police officer with Peter.

The Black police officer first asked Peter Parker, who had witnessed the entire event, to recount what happened. Peter Parker told him everything, how he watched the robbers take the cash without intervening, and how he almost caused his uncle's death, his words full of regret.

However, regarding why he was at the underground boxing match, Peter said he was just curious to take a look. The police officer didn't suspect anything and even comforted him, saying that it was natural not to step forward when facing armed criminals.

Kraft, who already knew that Peter Parker was no longer the same as before, snorted dismissively. If Peter were still the same weak scholar he used to be, he wouldn't have been so angry. But after all, their relationship was quite close, so despite his displeasure, he didn't expose Peter.

After questioning Peter Parker, the Black police officer turned to Kraft.

"Hello, Kraft."

The Black police officer bared a row of white teeth and extended his hand to him.

Kraft shook his hand with a look of confusion. The Black police officer then explained with a smile, "My two sons are huge fans of the Mechanical Combat Pets you invented. They've even joined the school team. After the statement, you absolutely must give me an autograph. Hawk and Andy will be overjoyed!"

"Okay, no problem."

Kraft had enough patience for fans of his products.

"Ahem, let's begin the statement."

The police officer tilted his head slightly, likely prompted by someone in his earpiece. He cleared his throat and turned serious with Kraft.

"First, how did you know Benjamin Parker was shot? According to the information our police received, you should have rushed over from your lab on a skateboard the moment Mr. Parker was shot."

"Because of him," Kraft pointed at Peter Parker beside him, following the response plan Angela had previously drafted for him. "A while ago at the FEAST shelter, he was acting a bit strange, so I got curious and planted a bug on him. Today, I happened to have some free time and listened in. I heard him go watch a boxing match. I was about to turn it off when I heard the sound of robbers..."

Kraft shrugged and said thankfully, "It's a good thing Uncle Ben had good luck."

"Wait! When did you plant a bug on me?! How come I didn't know?!"

Peter Parker believed him wholeheartedly, wondering how much of his secrets Kraft had overheard.

"That's a violation of privacy!"

"What? You want to sue me? If I hadn't planted the bug, Uncle Ben would have been killed by you!"

Kraft glared back, and Peter Parker, who had been full of indignation, immediately deflated. He also knew that Kraft was covering for him. After all, he wasn't going to watch some underground boxing match, he was participating directly.

"Uh... you can settle the issue regarding ** privately later, but may I ask, where is your bug now?"

"Take off your shoes!"

Kraft kicked Peter Parker's left foot and ordered impolitely.

Peter, full of grievances but not daring to act out, obediently took off his shoes and handed them to Kraft.

Taking the shoes with a look of disgust, Kraft removed a button-sized round piece from the sole and showed it to the Black police officer.

"Here, it's this."

This bug, also from Professor Agasa, wasn't attached beforehand as Kraft had claimed. It had been secretly stuck to Peter's shoe sole just moments ago while rescuing Uncle Ben. Peter had been so panicked then that he hadn't noticed Kraft's small action at all.

"It's that small?!"

The Black police officer's eyes widened, revealing a large expanse of white, which looked a bit creepy.

He hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you interested in selling this type of bug to our police department?"