After pulling Uncle Ben back from the gate of hell with a goblin pacemaker XL, Craft took out an injection gun from his bag, put it on Uncle Ben's neck and gave him an adrenaline shot.

Uncle Ben, who was already very weak, suddenly became energetic.

"Craft?"

Feeling the power surged in his body, Uncle Ben sat up a little.

"You saved me?"

"Don't move around! You still have injuries!" Craft pressed Uncle Ben and asked him to continue lying down. "The ambulance will arrive soon. Tell me if you have any discomfort!"

"Don't worry, I feel pretty good now."

Uncle Ben smiled and lay back obediently.

"That's because I gave you an adrenaline injection, which made you not feel the pain, but in fact your body is not getting better."

Of course, Craft is making a fuss about this sentence. The original version of the adrenaline shot also comes from Swan's world. The original effect is indeed to exchange the body for combat power, but Craft has long used other world techniques to minimize its side effects, and has also added trace amounts of body repair potions.

In fact, it’s not that you can’t add more, but often the damage sources like bullets and shrapnel are still left in the body, and adding too much repairing potion is not too good.

"That's great Craft, fortunately you are there..."

Peter Parker, who was crying, came over and thanked Craft repeatedly with fear.

"snort!"

Craft glared at him fiercely, then turned his head and ignored him.

"Well……"

I originally wanted to ask Craft why Peter paused and shrank back.

He was in a disadvantage and had just suffered great favors from Craft. Peter Parker dared not provoke Craft at this time obviously in a bad mood.

Soon, the ambulance arrived, and Craft and Peter followed into the ambulance and took Uncle Ben to the hospital.

After waiting anxiously outside the operating room for a while, they and Aunt Mei who followed him finally received a notification from the doctor that Uncle Ben was out of danger, and Craft was relieved.

"Thanks to you, Craft."

Aunt Mei wiped her tears and hugged Craft and refused to let go, and she kept thanking her.

"If I were gone, I really don't know if I could hold on."

"Okay Aunt Mei, as long as I'm fine."

Craft patted Aunt Mei on the back and comforted her softly.

"Sorry to bother."

At this time, a black man in a police uniform came over and pointed at Craft and Peter twice.

"I'll have to ask you two to do a transcript with me."

"Okay, no problem."

Claffe nodded. The policeman had arrived long ago and was just waiting for them. Since he gave him face so much, Craft would naturally not make things difficult for him. Moreover, he really needed to explain the pile of props he had shown before.

Because Craft and Peter were not prisoners, the black policeman did not take them back to the police station, but instead found an empty room in the hospital and started the transcript directly.

Craft glanced at the earplugs in his ears. If he remembered correctly, there was no such thing before. It seemed that the intelligence agencies in the United States might have begun to intervene, but unfortunately he is not able to contact Angela now.

After preparing an inconspicuous bone conduction headphone for himself to join the plan, Craft sat opposite the black policeman with Peter.

The black police first asked about the incident of Peter Parker who witnessed the whole process. Peter Parker also said everything about watching the robbers rob cash without stopping them, but almost killing his uncle, with regret in his words.

However, as to why he appeared in the underground boxing ring, Peter said he was just curious to take a look, and the black police did not doubt it. Instead, he comforted him, saying that when facing the gunman, it was actually normal for him to go forward.

Craft, who had known that Peter Parker was not the same as before, snorted disdainfully. If Peter was still the weak scholar before, he wouldn't be so angry, but the relationship between the two was still relatively close, so although he was unhappy, he did not break up Peter's position.

After asking Peter Parker, the black police turned to Craft again.

"Hello, Craft."

The black policeman first showed a row of snow-white teeth and took the initiative to reach out to him.

Craft shook hands with him with confusion, and the black policeman explained with a smile: "My two sons are loyal fans of the mechanical war pet you invented. They have also joined the school team. When the transcript is over, you must sign me. Hawke and Andy will definitely be happy!"

"Okay, no problem."

For fans of his own products, Craft still has this patience.

"Ahem, then let's start recording."

The black police officer tilted his head slightly, probably the person in the headphones was reminding him, so he cleared his throat and said seriously to Craft.

"First of all, how did you know that Benjamin Parker was shot? According to the news we received by our police, you should have rushed over from your lab on a skateboard as soon as Mr. Parker was shot."

"Because of him," Craft pointed to Peter Parker beside him, and said according to the response plan that Angela had formulated for himself before: "When he was in the FEAST shelter a while ago, he was a little weird. I was a little curious and put a wiretap machine on him. Today, I happened to listen to it and heard him going to watch a boxing match. I was going to turn it off, but I heard the sound of robbers robbing again..."

Craft shrugged and said with gratitude: "Fortunately, Uncle Ben is lucky."

"Wait! When did you put a wiretap on me?! Why didn't I know?!"

Peter Parker believed it, and didn't know how much his secret had been heard by Craft.

"You are infringing on **!"

"What? Do you want to sue me? If I hadn't put a wiretap machine, I would have been killed by you!"

Craft glared back, and Peter Parker, who was already angry, instantly became depressed. He also knew that Craft was already covering up. After all, he was not going to watch some underground boxing matches, but participated directly.

"Uh...you can solve the problem about ** in private later, but I can ask, where is your eavesdropper now?"

"Take off your shoes!"

Craft kicked Peter Parker on the left foot and ordered without hesitation.

Peter, who was full of grievance but did not dare to explode the thorn, obediently took off his shoes and handed them to Craft.

Taking the shoes in disgust, Craft took off a button-sized disc from the sole of the shoe and showed it to the black policeman.

"Here, that's it."

This eavesdropping device, also from Dr. Agasa, was naturally not stuck on as Craft said, but was secretly pasted on Peter's sole just when he was rescued. At that time, Peter was so panicked that he didn't notice Craft's little movements at all.

"It's so small?"

The black policeman widened his eyes and showed a large piece of white eyes, looking a little scary.
Chapter completed!