Peter Parker's Good Habits

Kraft wasn't sure if it was the black police officer acting on his own or if the person on the other end of the earpiece was pulling the strings, but he definitely couldn't sell this.

"I'm afraid that won't work," Kraft said, shrugging. He continued his deception, "This bug has a fatal flaw: its own signal isn't strong. You need a large receiving station to pick it up. I can only receive information from it in my lab, and that receiving station is not only expensive to build, but each station can only track one bug. So, this thing is actually a failed product."

This wasn't entirely a lie from Kraft. The bugs he made himself had no such drawbacks; they were small, light, and had a strong signal. However, the bugs made by others following Kraft's instructions had very weak signals, making a large receiving station necessary. Of course, if they were close enough, it wouldn't matter, but then it wouldn't be much different from the bugs on the market.

After a pause, Kraft continued, "However, if you police are willing to spend the money, I could make one for you. I just don't think it's cost-effective."

"Ah, alright then," the black police officer shrugged. "I'll report it to our boss later. Whether he's willing to pay is not something I, a junior officer, can decide."

Flipping to a new page in his filled notebook, the black police officer continued, "What about that skateboard you used to get here? The solar-powered skateboards on the market aren't this fast."

"It's for safety reasons..." Kraft looked at the black police officer as if he were an idiot. "Most users of solar-powered skateboards and wheelchairs are minors or people with disabilities. If the speed limits were enabled, what would happen if they got into an accident? Do you believe that just the lawsuits could bankrupt Dream Corp?"

"Uh... okay, you do have a point..."

The black police officer scratched his bald head, seemingly agreeing with Kraft's reasoning.

"And that defibrillator you used to save Mr. Parker, was that your invention too?"

"That's right. A portable pacemaker, but unfortunately, it has a major flaw and can't be sold."

"A major flaw? Didn't you just save Mr. Parker with it?" the black police officer asked curiously.

"Uh... I can only say that Uncle Ben was very lucky," Kraft said with an awkward laugh, rubbing his nose. "That thing isn't very stable yet; it could explode."

"It could explode?!"

Before the black police officer could react, Peter Parker jumped up.

"How could you dare use something so dangerous on Uncle Ben!"

"Nonsense! Uncle Ben wasn't breathing! What else could I have done but gamble with this?!" Kraft retorted righteously, and Peter Parker deflated again.

Ultimately, Uncle Ben had been saved by Kraft, and he had risked an explosion to save him. Peter, being in the wrong, had no standing to blame Kraft.

Realizing this, Peter Parker weakly apologized and thanked him again, "Sorry, Kraft. Thank you so much."

However, Kraft didn't give him a pleasant look. Instead, he turned to the black police officer and, following Angela's plan, began to push the Goblin Defibrillator XL.

"Actually, if you police want it, it's not a problem. Although it's a little bit dangerous, it still has a chance to save someone in a critical moment."

Kraft gestured with his thumb and index finger.

"This thing can at most blow off a finger or two and cause some minor burns. If you wear protective gloves while using it, you can easily solve this problem."

"Ahahaha... let's forget about that," the black police officer replied with a dry laugh, refusing Kraft's sales pitch. "Although we New York police work hard, we mostly deal with trivial matters. We don't often encounter life-threatening situations, so we probably won't need your portable pacemaker."

"Is that so? As you wish," Kraft said with a shrug, unconcerned. "If you ever need it, you can contact me again."

The police's refusal was something Angela had already calculated. Even if they needed emergency measures, they wouldn't use something that could explode. If the public found out, the New York Police Commissioner and the relevant officials would be in trouble. As for the military or secret organizations hiding in the shadows, they wouldn't lack a life-saving device with a fatal flaw.

"Alright then." The black police officer closed his notebook and took out a small booklet from his pocket, handing it and a pen to Kraft. "Please sign it and write that it's for Hawk and Andy. If possible, please add the phrase 'You have a good father'."

This familiarity and audacity, the black police officer's African American heritage must be very pure.

Secretly curling his lips, Kraft wrote everything the black police officer asked for. Compared to most fathers, the black man in front of him, being a police officer and remembering his children's preferences, was indeed a good father.

However, Kraft was a little surprised. He hadn't asked about the adrenaline. Perhaps the hospital hadn't discovered the special nature of the adrenaline he'd administered? It seemed the hospital's medical standards, or rather the technical level of the intelligence department involved, were just average.

After the black police officer left, Kraft tilted his chin up and looked at Peter Parker, who was looking nervous.

"You've gotten quite bold, going to underground boxing matches? I'm going to tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben. You're dead!"

"Don't do that, Kraft!" Peter Parker pleaded with a fawning smile. "There's no need to tell them about such a small matter, right? I just wanted to help with the household expenses, who knew something like this would happen..."

"Hmph! I heard that you had the ability to get your salary back directly, but you didn't dare to do it yourself. Instead, you let a robber get revenge for you. You're really something, Peter Parker!"

"But... wouldn't that make me the same as that robber..." Peter weakly tried to retort. Honestly, Kraft not pursuing the matter of him letting the robber go intentionally surprised him a little, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to being called useless by Kraft... well, he was already used to this kind of thing.

"Are you stupid?!" Kraft pointed at his nose and yelled. "That's your own hard-earned money! How can it be the same?! Even if you took it to court, you'd be in the right!"

Although Peter Parker felt that the courts wouldn't handle cases related to underground boxing, he wisely didn't argue back. Instead, he hunched his neck like a quail, putting on a wronged expression.

Seeing this made Kraft's blood boil.

"I don't care why you've become so capable. If you ever drag Uncle Ben or Aunt May into such a mess again, I'll teach you a lesson! Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you've gained some abilities!"

Kraft turned on the switch of his gauntlet in front of Peter Parker and then smashed the nearby table in half with one blow.

"Did you hear me?!"

"Y-yes, I heard you!"

Although to Peter Parker, this level of strength wasn't much, he was still startled by Kraft's invention. Furthermore, he was indeed in the wrong in this matter, and he had too many weaknesses in Kraft's hands. He could only obediently concede.

After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, so he was used to it.