Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

"Isn't Uncle Martin coming back?"

Alice placed the hot meal on the dining table and asked Kraft who had just finished answering the phone.

"Yeah, maybe he thinks you can take good care of me."

Kraft sat down at the table angrily and muttered: "He must have found me troublesome for a long time, and now I'm probably enjoying myself in a nightclub."

"Hey night, nightclub"

Upon hearing such exciting words, Alice's face quickly turned red, and her hands serving the dishes began to shake.

You are a robot, what do you have to be ashamed of?

Craft glanced at Alice speechlessly, and then saw the shaky soup bowl in her hand.

"The soup is going to spill"

Reaching out in time to hold the soup bowl in Alice's hand, Kraft placed it firmly on the table with a grin.

"hot hot hot"

After putting down the soup bowl, Kraft yelled and threw up his hands. He didn't have a rag to hold them apart like Alice.

You are a robot, why are you afraid of getting burned?

Even though Alice was made by herself, Craft couldn't understand how she worked.

"Yes, I'm sorry"

Alice dropped the rag in her hand and hurriedly ran to get the medical kit.

"Ugh"

While applying cold compresses to his hands with the rag Alice left behind, Kraft sighed helplessly.

He was almost getting used to Alice's reckless behavior. Although it was a bit troublesome, it really made Kraft feel like a younger sister.

It's actually quite heartwarming.

"Brother, the medicine box is here!"

Watching Alice fall flat on the ground, slapped in front of him with a "snap", and the medicine box in his hand scattered on the floor, Kraft sighed again.

I must have had a headache just now to feel warm.

"woooooo"

Alice rubbed her nose and raised her head, looking at Craft with tears in her eyes.

"Martin actually thinks you can take good care of me."

Kraft, who sighed three times, pulled Alice up, and then tidied up the overturned medical kit with her.

"Ah"

Alice, who was at a loss, wailed sadly and retorted unwillingly.

"But without me, no one would cook for you."

"That's right, that's right," Kraft reached out and touched Alice's head in a funny way, then grinned again when he touched the burnt area, "We, Alice, are the most important."

"Don't treat me like a child"

Alice protested, waving her fist fiercely.

Although Martin Lee, an irresponsible parent, is away from home every day, Kraft's life is still full of fun.

This made him completely forget Martin's previous warning.

At the beginning, Kraft was slightly vigilant about whether there were any strangers around him, but after more than ten days, there was no movement at all, so Kraft put the matter behind him.

"bang"

A sudden crash interrupted the play between the "brother and sister". The fragments of the window were mixed with broken glass, making a mess of the untouched food on the table.

Kraft turned his neck stiffly and looked at the damaged window of his home.

A few arrogant gangsters were tumbling in from there.

"Oh, there is actually a little girl."

One of the guys with a row of lip rings on his lips looked around the room, then looked at Alice with a silver smile.

"Don't make trouble"

The strongest one among the intruders slapped the man with the lip ring on the back of his head and shouted in a low voice.

"Hurry up and complete the boss's mission. You'll be in trouble when the police come."

"What did you do to my dinner, you bastard?"

Furious, Kraft adjusted the knob on his wrist to the maximum, then grabbed a medicine bottle at hand and threw it at the gangsters.

Just as Hammerhead's men showed a disdainful smile, they heard a shrill roar. The medicine bottle thrown by the target person came to them in the blink of an eye, and hit the man with the lip ring with great force. on the nose.

Before the man with the lip ring could even scream, he was knocked unconscious and the small medicine bottle flew out of the window with his body.

"The damn target is not an ordinary person"

The strong man in the lead pulled out a pistol from behind, and the other intruders also took out weapons, such as switch blades, steel pipes, and chains, which fit their status as gangsters.

"If you don't want to get hurt, just be nice."

The leading strong man raised his pistol and pointed it at Kraft. Just as he was about to say a few harsh words, he saw Kraft with his left hand flat and facing him with his watch. Before the strong man had time to wonder, I felt something pricking my forehead, and then a wave of sleepiness came over me crazily.

"ahhh"

As his eyelids dropped rapidly, the strong man couldn't hold the gun in his hand and fell to the ground. Then his whole body fell limply to the ground as if his strength had been drained.

"Alice kill them"

Kraft closed the watch cover and shouted to Alice.

"Eh eh"

Alice, who had been in a state of confusion from beginning to end, finally came to her senses after Kraft's reminder, raised her hands and pointed them at the panicked intruder.

"Fire, Rocket Flying Fist Hey"

As Alice shouted, she blew out a stream of white smoke from her wrist, launched a pair of fists, and hit the two gangsters' noses, while also exposing the machine gun barrels on her wrists. .

“Da da da da da”

After Kraft's modification, Alice's wrist cannon fired naturally no longer beans, but anesthesia bombs filled with Dr. Agasa's special anesthetic.

Soon, the gangsters covered in anesthesia bombs were lying on the ground.

"A bunch of bastards are so lawless. Do they really think this is Hell's Kitchen?"

Kraft, whose dinner was ruined, kicked the stunned intruders hard, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and prepared to call the police.

"There is no need to call the police, Master Kraft."

A sudden sound outside the window stopped his movements. Kraft looked around and saw that a Chinese man in a black suit had appeared there at some point. Behind him, there was someone wearing the same clothes as him who was applying the lip ring. The man was dragged away.

A bit familiar

Kraft frowned and looked at the Chinese who suddenly appeared.

"Hey, aren't you the security guard at Martin's antique store?"

Craft had met him before when he was looking for a suitable crucible when making witch potions.

"Master Kraft has a good memory."

The security guard showed a stiff smile, and then said to him: "Just leave the cleanup work to us."

As he spoke, he shook his head to the side, and a group of Asians in black suits filed in and carried all the intruders out of the room. They also cleaned up the debris in the room when they left.

"Then let's say goodbye first. Workers will come to repair the windows tomorrow."

The security guard who never mentioned his name from beginning to end nodded to Kraft, and then left with a group of black suits without looking back.

Damn it, Martin was plotting against him

Now, there is something that Kraft still doesn't understand. The lack of manpower is bullshit. Martin just wants to see what cards he has.

Although a little unhappy, it is worth not being angry, but Kraft is a little curious

What on earth is Martin doing? Why does it feel like he's not doing any serious business?

If it was just an ordinary business competition, would it be necessary to use guns? The behavior of the group just now was not like corporate thugs, but more like the gangsters in Hell's Kitchen.

"brother"

Alice put her hands back in front of Craft and touched his sleeve carefully.

"what"

Kraft, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses, smiled and patted Alice on the shoulder.

“Well done”

"Hehehe~"

Alice, who was praised by Craft, rubbed the back of her head shyly and showed a silly smile.

The two simply cleaned up the messy dining table and cooked two bowls of instant noodles to finish their dinner.

"Let's go" Kraft patted his full belly and waved to Alice, "Let's go to the studio."

Although they easily dealt with the group of people just now, judging from their performance, they are not just "commercial competitors". And when Martin should be cruel, he will not be polite to him. Who knows if he will do it again? There will be a second or even third or fourth attack, so Kraft feels that he should be more prepared.

Compared with his residence, Kraft feels that his studio is safer.

"We're living in the studio until things are sorted out."

After packing a bunch of food and daily necessities, Craft said to Alice.

As for the school, Kraft has no plans to go to school for the time being. What if those people get crazy and come to the school to cause destruction?

This is all to avoid harming innocent people. It is definitely not because Kraft wants to skip school.

After moving into the studio, Kraft, in addition to installing defensive measures in the studio, just kept sleeping. Unfortunately, although he dreamed of many magical props, most of them were useless because they either required mysterious powers or special tools. material.

From time to time, a character similar to Da Vinci would come up to make him laugh, which made Craft so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Craft, are you dead?"

While Kraft was busy making self-defense props for himself, Fatty Liao suddenly ran over and kicked open the door of the studio.

If Kraft hadn't given the green light to Fatty Liao's image in the surveillance system and automatically shut down the defense system when he came over, he would have been a dead fat man by now.

Seeing that Kraft didn't speak and just looked at him with a disgusted expression, Fatty Liao suddenly became unhappy.

"You bastard, I'm so worried about you, what's your expression?"

Fatty Liao rushed forward, grabbed Kraft by the collar, and shook him hard.

"Okay, okay" Kraft broke free from Fatty Liao's hands, straightened his collar and said helplessly: "Didn't I tell you, I have something to do, so don't come over easily if you have nothing to do."

"Aren't I afraid that if you die in the studio, no one will know?"

Fatty Liao kicked Kraft angrily. Usually Kraft would stay in the studio and order takeout at home, but this time there was no movement at all. He thought it was Kraft's. Something went wrong in the experiment, and I died in the laboratory.

"Don't worry, David. It's just that there's something going on with Martin. I'm worried that it might involve you, so I asked you not to come over."

Kraft also knew that Fatty Liao had good intentions, so he could only give a brief explanation.

"Uncle Li's business has a problem." Fatty Liao couldn't help with this kind of thing, so he quickly changed the topic, "Then what do you do with your usual meals? Isn't it the instant noodles you always eat?"

Before Fatty Liao could wait for Kraft to respond, he saw the door to the studio being opened and a cute girl who conformed to his aesthetic standards from head to toe walked out.

"Brother, it's time to eat."

"Damn it, when did you have such a cute sister?"

Fatty Liao grabbed Kraft's collar again, then quickly let go and gave him a hug with his backhand.

"Brother, from today on, you are my biological uncle."

Craft sighed.

"Give up, you have no future"