More than half an hour later, Bakshi left the office with a complicated expression.
Although Russell had agreed to join Hydra, he always felt something was off.
But exactly what was off, he couldn't quite put his finger on it now.
Never mind!
Anyway, the organization's mission was complete, and others would naturally handle the rest.
Not long after Bakshi left, Russell also left the office and drove to the Continental Hotel.
The Continental Hotel.
The Tasting Room.
"Good morning, Mr. Bradley."
The impeccably dressed sommelier said to Russell.
"Good morning!"
"Sir, what style are you looking to sample this time? We've recently gotten some new varieties; I wonder if you'd be interested in tasting them?"
The sommelier slowly said, putting down the pistol he was wiping.
"Of course I'm interested, otherwise what would I be doing here?" Russell said with a smile.
More than ten minutes later, he left the Tasting Room under the sommelier's surprised gaze.
Before, every time he came to the Tasting Room, he would only purchase a small amount of weapons.
This wasn't because he didn't need that many weapons, but because buying too many made them inconvenient to carry.
But now it was different.
In for a penny, in for a pound!
He bought every single weapon in the Tasting Room, not leaving a single one behind.
With the system space in hand, he could be this willful!
However, to avoid exposing the existence of the system space, he didn't open it in the Tasting Room, but instead had the sommelier pack the weapons and send them to the office.
Only after stocking up at the Continental Hotel did he drive back to the office.
Diana was away on a business trip.
He didn't have any cases on hand at the moment.
He had killed enough people recently.
So, he began to consider whether to take on a few detective cases to pass the time.
However, while the plan was good, reality was cruel.
Although he had a bit of a reputation in the detective line and was even one of the New York Police Department's consultants, this didn't mean he would receive very interesting detective cases.
Looking at the detective case letters Peter had organized over the past few days, he sighed helplessly.
These cases either asked him to catch cheating husbands or find lost cats and dogs.
The only one that was somewhat presentable was asking him to find a runaway minor girl.
After reading these cases, he decisively abandoned the idea of being a detective to pass the time.
4 PM.
Peter arrived at the office after school, his face full of happiness.
The first few days after getting paid were always happier.
Although Peter wasn't an adult yet, he had already experienced the joy of being an adult worker.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
Peter said to Russell with full energy.
Russell, who was playing a console game, looked up at Peter and slowly said, "Good afternoon."
"Sir, is there anything you need me to do today?"
Peter asked again.
Russell put down the game controller, motioned for Peter to sit in front of him, and said with a serious expression, "The courses at school should be quite easy for you, right?"
"They're alright, I got A's in everything," Peter said a little shyly.
Although he wasn't a prominent figure at school, one thing was beyond doubt: he was indeed a very excellent student.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to tinker and produce web-shooters and webs with extremely excellent tensile strength that could also automatically decompose.
When that fated spider would finally bite Peter, Russell couldn't determine right now.
But one thing he could be sure of was that Peter had the potential to become a genius inventor.
This was also the main reason why he specifically sought to win Peter over.
"You are a very smart child; you shouldn't waste your intelligence for nothing."
"I plan to establish a laboratory, and I hope you can join."
After hearing Russell's words, Peter was stunned for a moment before slowly asking, "A laboratory? What kind of laboratory?"
"Military technology!"
"Military technology?"
The confusion on Peter's face became more apparent.
"Yes! Military technology, like the military technology at Stark Industries and Hammer Industries!"
Although Russell planned to use Hydra to enhance the Inner Symbiote Armor, he wouldn't trust Hydra's people too much before becoming their master.
But little Peter was different.
Compared to Hydra, Peter was much more trustworthy.
Don't look at him being only 16 now; if he were to truly research something, he might not be any worse than Hydra's scientists.
"But I've never studied anything in the field of military technology?"
Peter said, sounding a bit unsure.
"It's okay, not having studied it before doesn't mean you can't in the future. Tony Stark wasn't born knowing how to invent weapons either."
Russell continued to entice Peter.
He didn't need Peter to invent all sorts of groundbreaking weapons like Tony.
As long as Peter could make some enhancements to the Inner Symbiote Armor, he would be satisfied.
"Okay, so when do I start?"
"Setting up the laboratory will take a little time. I'll let you know once it's ready. Take this card for now and buy some professional books to study."
Russell took a bank card from the drawer and handed it to Peter.
"The password is your birthday. If you need more money, just let me know."
He had just gotten this bank card today; it contained one million US dollars, which was enough to cover Peter's initial learning needs.
Peter didn't refuse and accepted the bank card Russell offered.
In the United States, any slightly professional books aren't cheap.
A typical example is college textbooks.
The high price of textbooks has made countless college freshmen understand what 'knowledge is wealth' truly means.
In the United States, a college life without having bought used textbooks from seniors is an incomplete college life.
"Alright, that's enough about the lab for now!"
"For today, continue learning photography. Remember, a man who can't do photography isn't a good man!"
After coaxing Peter into tinkering with the camera, Russell picked up the game controller again and played a game where he would occasionally see a bright red, large "Death" character above the character's head.
Although Russell had some talent in combat.
But he didn't know what went wrong.
He, who could dominate in reality, was getting brutally beaten in this game.
Peter tinkered with the camera at the office for two hours before going home.
Although he didn't mind staying at the office a bit longer, Russell directly told him to go home.
This was Hell's Kitchen!
The current Peter wasn't Spider-Man; Hell's Kitchen at night was too dangerous for him.
A young and tender minor like him appearing in Hell's Kitchen at night was like a rabbit entering a pack of wolves.
After Peter went home, Russell also put down the game controller.
That damn Guardian Ape, he had been fighting it for two hours and still couldn't beat it, making him see the "Death" character over and over again.