The next day, after school, Luke excused himself by declining Peter Parker's invitation to go home with him, and went alone to a dockland area southwest of Queens.

This is the western part of Long Island in Manhattan, bordering Brooklyn, the former home of Captain America. There are many large and small garbage dumps scattered around this dock area, which are full of all kinds of scrapped cars and household appliances.

Luke plans to collect some scrap metal back today and use it to modify his grenades. At least it will be much more powerful than the current home-made grenades.

The owner of the dump, a tall, thin middle-aged white man wearing a baseball cap, saw Luke, a little kid, wandering around the dump, and came over to chase him away.

"I want to buy scrap metal." Luke said directly, no nonsense.

"Leave...... What did you say? The dumpster owner suspected he had misheard.

"I've got a hundred dollars."

Luke pulled a crumpled Franklin from his pocket and handed it over.

The money in that card, he can't take it out for the time being. In order not to be tracked, he planned to wait for a while and find a way to launder the money before he could use it with confidence.

The safest way to use it is to give the system krypton gold directly. But for the time being, it is enough for Krypton, and it will take some time to digest so many skills obtained.

"Okay, you pick. As long as you can take it, you can take as much as you want. ”

The dump owner took a hundred dollars, flicked his fingers on the dollar, and said with a sneer.

Whew, a hundred dollars? The owner of the dump thought, this must be a school request for manual work, right?

Come to think of it, this kid can't take much of anything.

He didn't think a kid like Luke could hold much with the strength.

There are mountains of garbage everywhere, and all kinds of scrapped and scrapped metal products are piled up and never see the light of day.

The owner of the garbage dump didn't even bother to pay the security guards who guarded the yard. Because no one is going to be interested in this.

After letting Luke pick and choose, telling him to be safe, and not allowed to climb up to it, the junkyard owner flicked a hundred dollars of fresh income, hummed a pleasant ditty, and decided to add dinner tonight.

Luke was so happy that no one was watching him, and he began to pick up suitable metal waste.

As for how much he could take, the owner of the dump was wrong. Couldn't be more wrong.

In addition to the nineteen skill books that were drawn yesterday, don't forget that there are other guaranteed rewards. Among them, there are two bottles of primary strength elixir, and the effect is very ordinary.

Don't look at him as a child now, after drinking the potion, his physical strength is no less than that of an adult.

Not to mention, he still has storage space.

The original storage space of 30cm × 30cm was expanded by his krypton gold to a large capacity of 10 cubic meters × 10 meters.

For a hundred dollars, he was absolutely going to earn it back.

Luke never intended to do a loss-making business!

The dump owner sat under a pergola in the distance, sipping coffee, basking in the warm Manhattan sun, humming a pop tune and feeling that it was a hopeful day.

Beneath a mountain of rubbish filled with discarded televisions, Luke stops.

Squatting on the ground, he looked at an old-fashioned CRT TV that looked intact on the outside.

"This will work."

He muttered to himself, so he touched his hand, and the TV disappeared out of thin air, and he put it into the storage space.

Around this TV cemetery, he found a few more old and well-used TVs and put them away. Then, I walked to another mountain of garbage not far away.

It's full of all sorts of integrated circuits.

Luke crouched on the ground and picked and coffered, and soon he noticed that there were quite a few nice knick-knacks here. A lot of things aren't really broken, and with his current knowledge of mechanics, he can reuse them with a little repair.

But that's not his main purpose. He's here to find the next thing he's going to make, the materials he needs.

After picking up some circuit boards, diodes, copper wires, and the like, Luke turned to the other side and came to a car cemetery that covered the sky.

Here, all kinds of scrapped cars are stacked on top of each other, piled up like a mountain, looking precarious, and they look like they are about to collapse at any time.

Here, Luke picks up large pieces of iron sheets, various types of gears, and is even lucky enough to find a car engine that doesn't show any problems.

This engine alone is more than a hundred dollars, right?

The owner of the garbage dump was still leisurely drinking coffee in the distance, casually glancing at Luke's side, and couldn't help but laugh when he saw the few small things in Luke's hand.

It's nice to be able to pick up these few things.

Then he got up and went back to the house to pour water.

Luke took advantage of this time to directly put a scrapped food truck next to him into the storage space.

Fix this thing, and you won't have to sneak Uncle Peter's RV out in the future.

When the owner of the garbage dump came out again, he took a look at it and seemed to be stunned, feeling as if something was missing. But after thinking about it, I couldn't think of anything missing, so I could only shake my head suspiciously.

It took an hour for Luke to underestimate the odds of good stuff appearing in the junkyard, as well as his own greed.

The storage space of 10m ×10m has been filled by him, and not a single screw can get in.

At his feet, there were some miscellaneous items that he could not let go. In other people's disregard, they will think at a glance: what a mess of broken garbage.

But in Luke's eyes, these are treasures that can be used to exert residual heat with a few casual repairs, and they could not be better used in his next plans.

When Luke finally leaves, he drags a pallet made from scrap materials on the spot.

The original shape of the carriage is the door of the trunk of a scrapped car. Underneath was installed by him three wheels. Dragged with a thick rope.

As Luke dragged, the carriage made a constant "squeak" sound that was almost unsupportable.

It's a bit too much to put on it, and the carriage is almost out of the way to hold their weight.

I saw that on the carriage, several layers were placed on top of each other:

At the bottom, there are several large metal plates, which alone weigh at least a dozen kilograms. There are iron and aluminum alloys.

On top of the metal plate was a white air conditioner, and Luke looked at the intact fan on it, and the integrated circuits inside.

There are two LCD monitors lying on the air conditioner, both of which are intact on the outside, just a little old.

On top of that, there is a small microwave oven.

There are two speakers on the microwave oven, one large and one small.

Everything added together, not a hundred kilograms is almost less.

Even if there is an improvised trailer underneath, it will take some effort on the part of an adult to tow it.

Luke, however, dragged him out with ease. The thing on the trailer behind him was taller than him.

When the owner of the garbage dump saw this scene by chance, his eyes almost popped out.

The coffee in his hand spilled out as if he didn't realize it, and he looked at this scene dumbfounded.

He couldn't figure it out, how could such a small body drag such a heavy thing!?

The world is crazy......

After a while, when he came to his senses, Luke was gone.

The garbage dump owner smiled wryly.

With so many things, I'm afraid a hundred dollars is not enough, right?

"Damn...... Forget it, it's all rags anyway. Take it and take it. ”

The owner of the garbage dump weighed it in his heart, and felt that if this alone was enough, he should not lose much.

He turned his head and looked around again, scratching his head in confusion.

For some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be a big guy missing from the field.

"It's a delusion, isn't it?"