More than half an hour later, Bakshi left the office with a complicated expression.
Even though Russell had agreed to join HYDRA, he always felt that something wasn't right.
But what was wrong, he couldn't say now.
Whatever!
Anyway, the organization's mission had been accomplished, and the rest would naturally be handled by others.
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 suited sommelier said to Russell.
"Good morning!"
"What style would you like to taste this time, sir, there are some new varieties that have come in recently, I wonder if you'd be interested in tasting them, sir?"
The sommelier put down the pistol he was cleaning and said slowly.
"Of course I'm interested, what else would I be doing here?" Russell said with a smile.
After ten minutes or so, he left the tasting room as the sommelier looked on in amazement.
In the past, whenever he came to the tasting room, he would only purchase a small amount of weapons.
It wasn't because he didn't need that many weapons, but buying too many would be inconvenient for him to carry.
But not anymore.
One way or the other!
He bought all the weapons in the tasting room, not a single one left.
Having the system space at your disposal is just so much more than that!
However, in order to avoid exposing the existence of the system space, he didn't open it in the tasting room, but had the sommelier pack the weapons and send them to the firm.
It was only after he had made his entry at the Continental Hotel that he drove back to the office.
Diana is away on business.
He didn't have any commissions on hand right now.
That's enough killing for a while.
So he started thinking about taking on a few detective commissions to pass the time.
However, plans are good, reality is cruel.
He's a little known in the detective business and is one of the NYPD's advisors, but that doesn't mean he gets very interesting detective commissions.
Looking over the detective commission letters Peter had been compiling over the past few days, he sighed helplessly.
These commissions either have him catching cheating husbands or searching for lost cats and dogs.
The only one that looks better is the one that has him searching for underage girls who have run away from home.
After reading the commissions, he decisively dismissed the idea of being a detective to pass the time.
4pm.
After school Peter came to the office with a happy face.
The days when you first get a paycheck are happier.
Peter is not yet an adult, but he has already experienced the joy of being an adult laborer.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
Peter said exquisitely to Russell.
Russell, who was playing a console game, looked up at Peter and said slowly, "Good afternoon."
"Sir, is there anything I can do for you today?"
Peter asked again.
Russell put down the gamepad and motioned for Peter to come and sit down in front of him, saying with a straight face, "The lessons in school, they should be easy for you, right?"
"It's okay, I got all A's," Peter said a little sheepishly.
He wasn't the man of the hour inside the school, but there was one thing that was undisputed, and that was that he was indeed a very good student.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to tinker with the spider web launcher and the spider silk that had an extremely excellent pull-up performance and could also disintegrate automatically.
When that fated spider would be willing to take a bite out of Peter, Russell couldn't be sure now.
But one thing he was sure of was that Peter had the potential to be a genius inventor.
That's the main reason why he made a point of pulling Peter's strings.
"You're a very smart kid and shouldn't waste your intelligence for nothing."
"I'm going to set up a lab, and I'd like you to join."
Upon hearing Russell's words, Peter froze for a moment before slowly asking, "A lab? What type of lab?"
"Military technology!"
"Military technology?"
The puzzlement on Peter's face became more pronounced.
"Right! Military technology, the same kind as Stark Industries and Hammer Industries!"
Russell, while he has the intention of using Hydra to strengthen the Inner Symbiotic Battle Armor, doesn't trust Hydra's people too much until he becomes its master.
But not so with little Peter.
Compared to Hydra, Peter is much more trustworthy.
Don't look at the fact that he's only 16 years old now, if he really wants to study something, he may not be worse than those scientists from Hydra.
"But I've never learned anything in the field of military engineering?"
Peter said somewhat less confidently.
"It's okay, just because you haven't learned it before doesn't mean you can't learn it later, and Tony Stark wasn't born inventing weapons."
Russell continues to compel Peter.
He doesn't need Peter to invent all sorts of transgressive weapons like Tony did.
As long as Peter could make some enhancements to the Inner Symbiotic Battle Armor, he would be satisfied.
"Okay, so when do I start?"
"It will take a little time to set up the lab, I'll let you know when it's set up, take this card and buy some specialized books to study."
Russell took a bank card out of a drawer and handed it to Peter.
"The password is your birthday, just let me know if you run out of money."
The bank card, which he had just gotten today, contained a million dollars, enough to cover Peter's pre-study needs.
Peter didn't refuse and took the bank card Russell handed him.
In the United States of America, but any specialized book is not cheap.
Typical of these are college textbooks.
The high price of textbooks has taught countless college freshmen what it means to know that knowledge is wealth.
In the United States of America, a college career is incomplete without having purchased used textbooks from an older student.
"Okay, that's enough about the lab!"
"You go ahead and continue studying photography today, and remember, a man who doesn't know how to photograph is not a good man!"
After lulling Peter into tinkering with the camera, Russell picks up the gamepad again and plays a game of steel that occasionally shows the word "death" in bright red over the character's head.
Russell has so much talent in fighting though.
But I don't know what went wrong.
He who could kill big in reality was actually abused miserably in this iron game.
Peter went home after two hours of tinkering with the camera in the firm.
While he wouldn't mind staying at the firm longer, Russell sent him straight home.
This is Hell's Kitchen!
Peter is no Spider-Man these days, and Hell's Kitchen at night is too dangerous for him.
A fresh and flavorful minor like him showing up in Hell's Kitchen at night is like a rabbit in a pack of wolves.
When Peter came home, Russell put down the gamepad as well.
This damn lion ape, he hadn't been able to get through after two hours of typing, making him read the word dead over and over again.