He already knew that Hala was from the Aryan Brotherhood.

Jessica Jones has a talent for being a detective.

She inquired that the Aryan Brotherhood was a well-known gangster organization in Hell's Kitchen.

Of course, the so-called relatively famous is enough to show that in Hell's Kitchen, gangsters of this level can't be counted on two hands.

But even this kind of gangster.

It's not that he, a little lamb with no connections and no means, can solve it.

It was as if he saw countless openings, waiting to tear him apart and swallow him.

The only thing he can rely on now is his own technology system.

But the problem arises.

After buying K-01 technology, his whole body was only a few hundred thousand.

This can make him live a nourishing life in reality, but for the technologies in the system that can easily be millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions.

It is an exaggeration to say that it is drizzle.

That night, Nolan didn't sleep all night.

The next day, he called Charles.

"Uncle Charles, can you help me get the majority shareholders of the company?"

Charles was a little surprised.

But still nodded.

"It's not hard."

"Look for them separately."

Nolan quickly added that he didn't want to talk together.

The first one to come over was Campbell.

Nolan glanced at Charles, who frowned before turning to leave.

"Boy, what's the matter with me."

Campbell spoke unceremoniously.

They have already torn their faces, so naturally there is no need to disguise.

Nolan wasn't surprised by his attitude either.

He was very sure that among the major shareholders he had found, someone must have moved his mind to kill himself.

I just can't determine which one.

"I'm short of money." Nolan spoke directly.

"Lack of money?"

Campbell froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Do you think I look like I'm going to lend you money?"

Nolan didn't pay attention to his taunts.

"Give me 100 million, I know you can get it, the conditions are very simple, if I can't pay it off within two months, my shares are yours.

You know the earning power of K-01 now, get my shares, and you will be able to get this company. ”

Hearing this, Campbell's breath froze.

He wasn't clear about Nolan's purpose, but he was certainly intrigued.

Although he is looking for someone to kill Nolan, he can directly kill his interests, which obviously cannot be compared with monopolizing so many shares.

He didn't think Nolan would be able to pay it back.

Even if he could, he would make things impossible.

Seeing Campbell's attitude, Nolan knew his goal had been achieved.

He did this not only to borrow money, but more importantly, to get an umbrella.

He only needs two months.

After two months, if he finds an enemy, he will naturally be able to solve the money.

If you can't find it.

Then he will give up all the original plans and run away.

If you can't be a capitalist, then you can be a villain.

It's just that, with the characteristics of his system, with a glamorous identity, it is obviously easier to make money.

"You need to sign a contract."

"No problem."

"100 million you are dreaming, I can only give you 30 million, no need to talk about exceeding this number." Campbell continued.

"Yes, I will receive it in three days."

Nolan agreed.

The white wolf with empty gloves can get as much as you want.

Watch Campbell leave.

Nolan silently calculated.

Get one.

After that, he met with several other major shareholders.

Each one, he promised everything.

He then received a total of $87 million.

This huge amount of money made his breathing a little heavy.

Turn on the system,

All technological items from the heavens and all the worlds can be found here.

From small miniature robots to large Mechagodzilla, you name it.

But what he needs now is a weapon capable of killing!

Because, he's going to kill.

He had to throw away his previous stupid ideas.

In this world, sometimes only unscrupulous means can live better.

He considers his specific needs.

As its own first killing robot.

It must not be too conspicuous, in that case, it will be very easy to be exposed.

Second, killings must be efficient.

In fact, he wants to get a strong artificial intelligence combat robot.

But he just glanced at the price and gave up.

Even if only the intelligent brain reaches this standard, the combat ability is almost none, and the price is over 100 million.

As a last resort, he had to choose some cheaper products.

According to the rules of the system.

The price of buying a robot technology in a package is 80% of the price of buying a second-level technology separately.

But when you buy it in a package, there will inevitably be a lot of useless technology.

He thought about it.

Dozens of secondary technologies were chosen to be purchased.

He's going to try to build his own killing weapon!

"System, open the Consciousness Lab!"

The Consciousness Research Laboratory is a system simulation laboratory that can be used for experiments, assembly.

Once assembled, he can even purchase physical machinery directly within the system.

The only problem is that physical products are too expensive.

But it's clear that value for money isn't something he's thinking about right now.

The rest of the time was spent in research.

With all the secondary skills he needed, plus he already had a degree in mechanics from Harvard.

Everything went in an orderly manner.

It wasn't until the assembly was complete that Nolan breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, it's just a matter of waiting for yourself to recover.

This is a month.

A month later.

He's in good health.

In fact, he would have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago, but considering the crisis he is facing now, he still stayed in the hospital for a while.

At the same time, I also enjoyed the close protection of Jessica Jones for a while.

Well, during this time, the relationship between the two has grown by leaps and bounds.

Leave the hospital.

Nolan first went to the company for a meeting, and the shareholders in it were obviously inclined.

The majority shareholders are disdainful of him, and the minority shareholders are clearly enthusiastic.

Nolan didn't care about any of this.

He was ready to part ways with these people.

Only the old Charles has been conscientious, which makes Nolan can't help but sigh.

It's getting dark.

Tonight the moon is sparse.

When killing!

When no one knows.

Nolan has walked to Hell's Kitchen alone.

The weakness of his body made him gasp for breath non-stop.

Hell's Kitchen at night, the silence is terrible.

Only the unbridled laughter that came from time to time in the dark alleys.

to prove that there are people living here.

This is Hell's Kitchen, where no one speaks late at night.

A frightened scream suddenly came.

Nolan thought for a moment, then walked into the alley where the voice came from.

looked at the few gangsters playing with knives in front of him, and the woman they forced into the corner.

Nolan smiled charmingly.

"Excuse me, where is Belt Street?"

When a few thugs saw Nolan wearing a black and white mask, they suddenly looked annoyed.

"Fake, you're fooling us!"

As long as the eyes are not blind, they know that they are robbing.

At this time, I actually came to ask them for directions.

It's not about playing them anything.

As he spoke, one of them grabbed a knife and stabbed Nolan.

Just when he was less than a meter away from Nolan, a silver light flashed.

A sharp metal spike suddenly appeared from behind Nolan and pierced his chest.

Nolan always had a smile in his eyes.

A killing robot that seemed to be made of blades, sharp even under the feet, and two killing robots with sharp forelimbs, walked out from behind Nolan.

"It's a pity...... The answer is incorrect. ”

Nolan's face gradually turned slightly cold.

Experienced two assassinations.

What he hates the most now is these scum who look like scum!

……