More than half an hour later, Bakshi left the office with a complicated expression.
Although Russell had agreed to join Hydra, he always felt that something was wrong.
But he couldn't tell what was wrong now.
do not care!
Anyway, the organization's task has been completed, and other people will naturally handle the remaining matters.
Not long after Bakshi left, Russell also left the office and drove to the Continental Hotel.
Continental Hotel.
Tasting Room.
"Good morning, Mr. Bradley."
The sommelier in a straight suit said to Russell.
"good morning!"
"Sir, what style do you want to taste this time? Some new varieties have recently arrived. I wonder if you are interested in tasting them, sir?"
The sommelier put down the pistol he was cleaning and spoke slowly.
"Of course I'm interested, otherwise what would I do here?" Russell said with a smile.
More than ten minutes later, he left the tasting room under the surprised gaze of the sommelier.
In the past, he would only buy a small amount of weapons every time he came to the tasting room.
This is not because he doesn't need so many weapons, but it's not convenient for him to carry too many.
But it's different now.
If you don’t do one, you won’t stop!
He bought every weapon in the tasting room, bar none.
With system space in hand, you can be so willful!
However, in order to avoid exposing the existence of the system space, he did not open the system space in the tasting room, but asked the sommelier to pack the weapons and send them to the office.
After purchasing the goods at the Continental Hotel, he drove back to the office.
Diana is on a business trip.
He doesn't have any commissions on hand right now.
Enough people have been killed during this period.
So, he began to think about whether to take on a few detective commissions to pass the time.
However, the plan is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Although he is well-known in the detective field and is one of the consultants of the New York Police Department, this does not mean that he will receive interesting detective commissions.
After looking at the detective commission letters that Peter had compiled over the past few days, he sighed helplessly.
These commissions either asked him to catch his cheating husband or to find lost cats and dogs.
The only one that was more tolerable was to ask him to find an underage girl who had run away from home.
After reading these commissions, he decisively gave up the idea of becoming a detective to pass the time.
4 pm.
After school, Peter came to the office with a happy face.
The first few days when I received my salary were relatively happy.
Although Peter is not yet an adult, he has already experienced the joy of working as an adult.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
Peter said to Russell energetically.
Russell, who was playing a console game, looked up at Peter and said slowly, "Good afternoon."
"Sir, is there anything you need me to do today?"
Peter asked again.
Russell put down the game controller, asked Peter to sit in front of him, and said with a serious face: "The courses in school should be very simple for you, right?"
"Okay, I got all A's." Peter said shyly.
Although he is not a popular figure in the school, there is no doubt that he is indeed an excellent student.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to develop a spider web launcher and a spider silk that has extremely good lifting performance and can automatically decompose.
When the destined spider would be willing to bite Peter, Russell was not sure now.
But one thing he was sure of was that Peter had the potential to become a genius inventor.
This is also the main reason why he went out of his way to win over Peter.
"You are a very smart boy and you should not waste your intelligence in vain."
"I'm planning to set up a laboratory, and I'd like you to join me."
After hearing Russell's words, Peter was stunned for a moment, and then slowly asked: "Laboratory? What type of laboratory?"
"Military technology!"
"Military technology?"
The confusion on Peter's face became more obvious.
"Yes! Military technology, military technology like Stark Industries and Hammer Industries!"
Although Russell has plans to use Hydra to strengthen the endosymbiotic armor, he will not trust the people of Hydra too much until he becomes the master of Hydra.
But little Peter was different.
Compared to Hydra, Peter is more trustworthy.
Even though he is only 16 years old now, if he really wants to study something, he may not be worse than the scientists of Hydra.
"But I've never learned anything about the military industry?"
Peter said somewhat unconfidently.
"It doesn't matter. Just because you haven't learned it before doesn't mean you won't be able to do it in the future. Tony Stark didn't invent weapons as soon as he was born."
Russell continued to charm Peter.
He doesn't need Peter to invent all kinds of cross-era weapons like Tony did.
As long as Peter can strengthen the endosymbiotic armor to a certain extent, he will be satisfied.
"Okay, when do I start?"
"It will take some time to set up the laboratory. I will tell you after it is set up. Take this card first and buy some professional books to study."
Russell took out a bank card from the drawer and handed it to Peter.
"The password is your birthday. If you don't have enough money, just tell me."
He just applied for this bank card today, and it contains one million US dollars, which is enough to meet Peter's early study needs.
Peter did not refuse and took the bank card handed over by Russell.
In the United States, professional books are not much cheaper.
A typical example of this is university textbooks.
The high price of textbooks has made countless college freshmen realize that knowledge is wealth.
In the United States, a college career is incomplete without purchasing second-hand textbooks from seniors.
"Okay, let's leave things like that in the laboratory for now!"
"You should continue learning photography today. Remember, a man who can't take pictures is not a good man!"
After tricking Peter into tinkering with the camera, Russell picked up the game controller again and played a blacksmithing game where from time to time you could see a bright red word "death" on the character's head.
Although Russell has some talents in combat.
But I don't know what went wrong.
In reality, he could kill everyone, but in this blacksmith game, he was tortured horribly.
Peter spent two hours tinkering with the camera in the office and then went home.
Although he didn't mind staying at the office longer, Russell just let him go home.
This is Hell's Kitchen!
Peter is not Spider-Man now, and Hell's Kitchen at night is too dangerous for him.
For someone as fresh and delicious as him to appear in Hell's Kitchen at night is like a rabbit among wolves.
When Peter got home, Russell put down the game controller.
This damn lion ape, he couldn't get through it even after two hours of fighting, making him read the word "death" over and over again.
