Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight Emotional Credit, What Are You Doing?

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Claire went to the police academy to experience the life of a cadet, and that was that Selena had a lot more time with him. ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

One day, he was watching the news while cooking when he suddenly received a message.

Luke raised his eyebrows, wiped his hands, and opened it.

It was still a meaningless garbled post to outsiders, Luke just glanced at it, translated it, and suddenly laughed: "You guys are father and daughter files, why are you here to join in the fun. Wait, Damon's set of equipment..."

He patted his forehead helplessly, and then remembered that Damon's black armored cape did look a lot like Batman.

Fortunately, Damon's whereabouts are not so difficult to trace, and he should not be suspected of being Batman himself on the east coast.

But maybe someone will suspect that they have a relationship with Batman, which is a problem.

After thinking for a while, he returned a message.

In New Jersey, the home of Damon and his daughter, Mindy jumped up, ran to her laptop and opened a post.

She also translated the content without using the codebook. She sighed in disappointment: "Dad, V has answered."

Damon was maintaining the firearm and asked without looking up, "What did he say?"

"He can provide 70% of Batman's armor with bulletproof effect. He hasn't studied the flying cape, and he has no interest in making bat darts with or without a rope." Mindy said, looking frustrated.

What she valued the most was the bat dart and that super handsome cape, which was so cool.

For the armor, she has a vest given by V, which is enough.

The armor used by Damon is also a special version of V. As long as it does not hit the same point in a row, and the upper body shoots seven or eight shots one by one, it only needs to replace the insert.

This kind of body armor is enough for most needs, after all, no one wants to be swept by bullets from head to tail.

Damon stopped in his hand, pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Then order one for us, after all, it's quite troublesome to change the board. Oh, by the way, let him make my armor gray. , with the helmet change, the two pointed ears are no longer needed."

Mindy burst out laughing, knowing that her father didn't want to be identified as an imitator by her anymore.

Damon shook his head helplessly: "Okay, are you giving up now? You see V doesn't do these things."

Mindy tilted her head: "V may not be able to do it."

Damon put down the parts in his hand again: "The original words are, the armor can provide us 70% of the effect, the cloak has not been studied, and the bat dart is not interested?"

He rubbed his chin: "So he may not have stronger armor, but he can't provide it to us. He may not be able to make cloaks, but he has not worked hard in this direction. He can make bat darts, but the technical content is too low. ?"

Mindy's eyes lit up, his little fist slammed into his palm, and he made a snapping sound: "Yes, that's what he meant. How could someone so arrogant as V admit that he couldn't."

Damon coughed lightly: "You can make a bat dart with a rope yourself, but are you sure you can use it like Batman?"

Mindy frowned, distressed: "I tried rope darts, but I don't seem to have any talent for it."

Damon decisively interrupted her fantasy: "That thing is much more difficult than a gun. You start practicing now, and if you practice hard for another ten years, you may be able to reach the level of Batman."

Mindy was completely disinterested.

ten years? To practice the use of an assistive device? And it can be replaced by something else, which is really extravagant.

Annoyed, she raised her hand to pick up the butterfly knife on the table, danced a few beautiful knives in her hand, and threw it at a target ten meters away: "Is my flying knife enough?"

Damon smiled and shook his head, and continued to maintain the firearm.

Mindy lowered her head boringly, and posted a new post on her notebook. She quickly breathed a sigh of relief: "Two sets of battle armors cost only 500,000 yuan, and a batch of spare parts for the previous tools is included. The old rule is to keep accounts."

Damon hummed, saying that he understood, immersed himself in his work, and stopped talking.

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After receiving the list of goods from Mindy, Luke didn't care too much.

In the past few months, when he developed his own equipment, he eliminated several schemes.

Whether it's the cheap product that Damon wore at the earliest, or the mid-range goods that he is going to give to the father and daughter this time, they are all other ideas that have nothing to do with the idea of ​​Batman's armor.

Luke will no longer use these elimination plans, and will use the waste and throw it to Damon and his daughter for small benefits.

Just the various information provided to him by the father and daughter, especially the gang information in New York, Luke also felt that it was worth his "credit" strategy.

Because of the security of the transaction, even if the Damon father and daughter never thought to owe him money, most of the equipment used by the father and daughter was in an "unpaid" state.

Luke's key points don't involve their personal information, how can Damon refuse.

After finalizing this another "emotional credit" business, Luke ate, trained, worked overtime, and everything was business as usual.

In the villa on Malibu Beach, Tony Stark was absent-mindedly perfunctory in the living room.

The visitor said bitterly: "Tony, in recent days, you have mobilized a lot of resources from the scientific research department. I am not hindering your new research project, but such a sudden mobilization of resources, without any explanation and report, will make Those shareholders who are suspicious and demand a review of the use of funds…”

Tony held the wine glass in his hand and took a sip absentmindedly: "Obi, when did I do research and they didn't point fingers? Don't worry, they will shut up in the end."

The visitor was silent for a moment before saying: "At least what are you doing, can you ask Pepper to make a report? Isn't it just that you asked her to deal with these trivial matters?"

Tony looked blank: "Ah, didn't I tell her?"

Caller: "Tony, I asked, and Pepper doesn't know what you're doing. You've been shutting yourself in your villa every day lately. I'm worried about you."

Tony smiled awkwardly: "Well, maybe I forgot, I'll let Pepper fill in the report. I haven't had breakfast yet, it's not good for my health, so let's go here first, Obi ."

The visitor nodded helplessly and stood up: "Okay, you should also pay attention to your body. Don't forget the report, I can't make up excuses for you every time, right? The shareholders of your research are very concerned about it, and I can't fool you for too long. of."

Tony took the person by the shoulder: "No problem, I will let Pepper make a project report."

After sending the person out of the living room, Tony turned around and went back to the basement, saying, "Jarvis, send a message to Pepper, revise my previous concept manual for missile design, and give it to those who have nothing to do to eat rice. shareholder."

"Mr. As you ordered. But that description is only a rough outline, and Miss Potts may not be able to hand over the complete project specification." A soft male voice sounded.

A certain young man pouted: "It's not that troublesome, the Jericho missile project is enough for those guys to shut up."