Chapter 38 (1/2)

Although it is said that Haoke is likely to say goodbye to the world, kraft asked Angela to determine the positions of the people she cares about, found that they are far away from Bruce Banner, and continued to recharge herself with learning helmets.

However, this thing is not omnipotent. The input of knowledge does not mean that Kraft can invent props that have not appeared in the dream like those scientists in the dream. It can only let him understand the principle of those props that have appeared and modify them to a certain extent. What those scientists are really powerful is those wild ideas.

In addition, for example, Dr. Dongyun and Dr. zejuan's completely illogical inventions, kraft can't understand even if he inputs more knowledge, which makes him very curious about what the world is like.

Unfortunately, the dream basically only shows the production process and testing process, and other things can only be speculated by Kraft according to the contents of the book, interior decoration, architectural style and other details.

It's also some fun in Kraft's dream.

He poured some materials from the dream into his head. Kraft took off his helmet and shook his slightly swollen head. After each infusion, he needed some time to digest the contents. I really don't know how the child emperor in the dream absorbed the knowledge of a whole library in an hour.

Kraft slumped on the chair like a salted fish. A mechanical arm with white gloves stretched out on both sides of the armchair, pressed it on his temples and rubbed it constantly.

”Something's wrong with Bruce Banner.”

Just as Kraft slowed down a little and was about to practice the knowledge he had just absorbed, Angela's virtual shadow appeared in front of him again.

Before Kraft asked, Angela projected the picture on the wall.

A yellow green monster is wantonly destroying in the street. Its appearance is more ferocious than that of Haoke. Its bones are clear, and there is a row of spikes on its back. If Haoke looks like a bodybuilder from the gym, this monster is an old black fist player who has been fighting in the underground boxing ring for a long time.

”Hawk! You come out! ”

The yellow green monster grabbed a car and smashed it into the military helicopter, roaring loudly in his mouth.

”What the hell is this TM?”

Kraft's first thought was the blood Bruce Banner sent to Samuel stone.

”Isn't this guy Mr. LAN? He's not blue either. ”

”Judging from his previous dialogue with the military, he seems to be the officer in charge of catching hawk.”

”Er... So this is general Ross's card against hawk? But it seems to be out of control... ”

When searching for the relevant information of hawk, I did see that general Ross was doing research on the serum of super soldiers, but the location was not in New Mexico, so Kraft ruled it out at that time.

”How on earth did he make the super soldier serum look like a hawk?”

”It seems that the officer injected hawk's serum privately from Samuel Steiner.”

Angela solved Kraft's doubts in time.

”... well... General Ross is an old bad luck.”

The son-in-law becomes a monster, and the lower part of the department becomes a monster. It will be funny if his daughter and even himself become monsters in the future.

Thinking of this, Kraft's face showed a malicious smile. General Ross, as the representative of the official hawks of the United States, kraft was naturally happy to see his jokes.

Just as they can't stop hawk, ordinary soldiers can't resist the monster named Emil bronsky. Because it's in the center of the city, many heavy weapons can't be used at all, so they can't make any effective attack except hiding in the distance and firing a few painless bullets.

However, judging from general Ross's past behavior style, this iron hawk guy may not last long. After all, the guy who is wantonly destroying in New York is his hand. If he doesn't fix it, he's afraid he'll be taken to a military court. In fact, even if general Ross solves the monster now, he doesn't have any good fruit to eat.

Anyway, it's just... Old bad luck.