Craft didn't know whether it was the black police's own initiative or the man's control after the headphones, but he definitely couldn't sell it.

"I'm afraid this won't work," Craft spread his hands and continued to fool him: "This eavesdropper has a fatal weakness, that is, its signal is not strong, and it is necessary to build a large receiving station. I can only receive the information from it in my own laboratory. The receiving station is not only expensive, but also a receiving station can only correspond to one eavesdropper, so this thing is actually a failure."

This is not lying. It is naturally not because of his own hands that he does it without these shortcomings. It is small and light, and has a strong signal. However, the signal strength of the eavesdroppers made by others according to Craft's steps is very poor. It is also necessary to build a large receiving station. Of course, it doesn't matter if the distance is close, but it is not much different from the eavesdroppers on the market.

After pausing, Craft continued, "But if your police are willing to spend money, it wouldn't be impossible to get one for you, but I just think it's not cost-effective."

"Ah, okay," the black policeman shrugged, "I will report to our boss later. As for whether he is willing to pay, it is not something I, a little policeman, can decide."

Turning the full record book one page, the black policeman continued to ask, "What about the skateboard you used when you arrived? The solar skateboards on the market are not that fast."

"Because of safety issues..." Craft looked at the black policeman as if he was looking at a fool, "Solar skateboards and wheelchairs, most of the users are underage or disabled people. If the speed limit is turned on, what should they do if they have an accident? Just suing can make Dream Company go bankrupt or not?"

"Uh...well, what you said makes sense..."

The black policeman scratched his bare head, which was considered to be a reason for Craft.

"And it's the pacemaker used to save Mr. Parker, which was also your invention?"

"Yes, the portable pacemaker has a major defect and cannot be sold."

"Major flaw? Haven't you saved Mr. Parker with it?"

The black policeman asked curiously.

"Uh... I can only say that Uncle Ben's luck is indeed good." Craft smiled and touched his nose. "That thing is not very stable yet, and it may explode."

“Will it explode?!”

The black policeman didn't react, but Peter Parker jumped up.

"How dare you use such a dangerous thing on my uncle!"

"Nonsense! Uncle Ben wasn't breathing at that time. What else can I do if I didn't need this bet?!"

Craft yelled back with confidence once again, and Peter Parker also became weak again.

After all, Uncle Ben was rescued by Craft, and he risked the explosion to save Uncle Ben. Peter, a loser, had no position to accuse Craft of Craft.

Peter Parker, who figured it out, apologized to him weakly and thanked him again: "Sorry Craft, thank you so much."

However, Craft did not give him a good look, but turned to look at the black policeman and took the initiative to sell the goblin pacemaker XL type according to Angela's plan.

"Actually, if you police want it, there is no problem. Although there is a little danger, there is still a chance to save people at critical moments."

Craft stretched out his thumb and index finger and gestured.

"This thing can be easily solved by breaking one or two fingers and receiving a slight burn."

"Ah hahaha... let it go," the black policeman smiled and refused Craft's sales. "Although our New York police are a little tired, most of the people responsible for trivial matters. There are not many cases of life-threatening situations, and probably they can't use your portable pacemaker."

"Is that? That's all right," Craft shrugged and said indifferently: "When is the need, please contact me again."

The police's refusal was actually calculated by Angela long time ago. Even if they need first aid, they would not be able to use such explosive items. If the public knows, the New York Police Department director and the relevant person in charge will not be able to get it. The army or agents hidden behind them will not be able to miss a first aid method with fatal flaws.

"That's it." The black policeman covered the record book, took out a booklet from his pocket, handed it and the pen in his hand to Craft. "Please sign it on it and write it for Hawke and Andy. If possible, it's better to add the words 'You have a good father'."

This is a very mature and greedy policeman, who has a high degree of purity in black blood.

He glanced at the corner of his mouth in secret, and Craft wrote it all according to the words of this black policeman. Compared with most black fathers, the black man in front of him can become a policeman and remember his children's preferences. He is indeed a good father.

However, Craft was still a little surprised. He didn't ask about adrenaline. Perhaps the hospital did not discover the particularity of adrenaline he had injected into? It seems that the medical level of this hospital, or the technical level of the intelligence department involved in it, is just average.

When the black policeman left, Craft raised his chin and looked at Peter Parker with a nervous look on his face.

"You are amazing now. You dare to fight black boxing? I must tell Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben, you can die!"

"Don't Craft!"

Peter Parker smiled at him with a flattering look on his face.

"You don't have to tell them such small things, right? I don't want to share the household benefits for them? Who knows this will happen..."

"Hmph! I heard that you have the ability to directly grab your salary, but you don't dare to get on your own. Instead, you let a robber vent your anger for you. You are really promising, Peter Parker!"

"But...will I be the same as that robber..."

Peter wanted to refute weakly. To be honest, Craft did not pursue the fact that he deliberately let the robbers go, which surprised him a little, and then secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In contrast, Craft scolded him for being useless...

Hi, haven't he been used to this kind of thing for a long time?

"Are you stupid?" Craft pointed at his nose and cursed, "That's the money you earned yourself! How can it be the same?! You will be the one who will take the lawsuit to the horizon!"

Although Peter Parker felt that the judicial court of underground black boxing would not accept it, he wisely did not talk back, but instead shrank his neck and showed a grievance like a quail.

Seeing Craft's heart was full of anger.

"I don't care why you become so capable. Anyway, if you involve Uncle or Aunt Mei because of such a mess in the future, let's see how I teach you a lesson! Don't think that if you have some ability, I can't do anything to you!"

Craft turned on the wrist guard switch in front of Peter Parker, then slapped the table beside him in two pieces.

"Have you heard it clearly?!"

"Listen, hear it clearly!"

Although in Peter Parker's eyes, this level of strength was nothing, he was still shocked by Craft's invention. In addition, he was indeed in the wrong, and there were too many handles to fall into Craft's hands, so he could only admit defeat.
Chapter completed!