The good thing about Claire going to the police academy to experience life as a cadet was that Selina and Luke had a lot more time to spend together.
One day, he was watching the news as he cooked, when he suddenly received a message.
Luke raised an eyebrow, wiped his hands, and clicked on it.
It was still a post that looked meaningless to outsiders. Luke translated it after a few glances, and couldn't help but laugh. "You're father and daughter. Why are you here? Wait, Damon's equipment … "
He slapped his forehead helplessly, only to remember that Damon's black armor and cape did look like Batman.
Thankfully, Damon's whereabouts weren't that hard to track down, and he probably wouldn't be suspected of being Batman on the East Coast.
But someone might suspect that they were related to Batman. That was a problem.
After thinking for a long time, he finally replied.
In Damon's house in New Jersey, Mindy jumped up and ran to her laptop to open a post.
She also didn't need a password to translate the content. She sighed in disappointment. "Dad, V replied."
Damon was maintaining his gun. Without raising his head, he asked, "What did he say?"
"He can provide armor that's 70% as bulletproof as Batman's. He hasn't studied the flying cape, and he's not interested in making bat darts with or without ropes," said Mindy dejectedly.
What she valued the most were the bat darts and the super cool cape. They were too cool.
She had a vest that V had given her, which was enough for her.
Damon's armor was also V's special model. As long as he wasn't hit in the same spot consecutively, he only needed to change the plug to get his upper body shot seven or eight times.
This kind of bulletproof vest was enough to meet most needs. After all, nobody wanted to be hit from head to toe by bullets.
Damon stopped and thought for a moment, before he nodded. "Then order one for each of us. After all, it's quite troublesome to keep changing the plugs. Oh, right, have him make my armor gray and change my helmet. I don't want the two pointy ears anymore. "
Mindy burst out laughing, knowing that her father didn't want her to think that he was an imitator anymore.
Damon shook his head helplessly. "Alright, you've given up now, right? Look, V doesn't even make these things. "
Mindy tilted her head. "V might be able to do it."
Damon put down the parts in his hands again. "So, the armor can provide us with seventy percent of the effect. You're not interested in cloaks or bat darts?"
He rubbed his chin. "So, it's not like he doesn't have stronger armors. It's just that he can't provide them to us. It wasn't that he couldn't make a cloak, it was just that he hadn't tried hard in that direction. He can make bat darts, but he thinks it's too low-tech? "
Mindy's eyes lit up, and she smacked her fist. "That's right. That's what he meant. How could someone as arrogant as V admit that he can't do it? "
Damon coughed. "You can make a bat dart with a rope, but are you sure you can use it as freely as Batman?"
Mindy frowned and was vexed. "I've tried rope darts, but I don't seem to have any talent for them."
Damon decisively interrupted her fantasy. "That thing is much more difficult than a gun. If you start practicing now and practice hard for another ten years, you might be able to reach Batman's current level."
Mindy lost all interest.
Ten years? To practice the use of a support item? Also, it could be replaced by something else. That was too extravagant.
Annoyed, she picked up the butterfly knife on the table and twirled it around. Then, she threw it at the target ten meters away. "Are my flying knives good enough?"
Damon shook his head with a smile and continued to maintain the gun.
Mindy lowered her head in boredom and posted a new post on her laptop. She soon heaved a sigh of relief. "Two sets of armor for only half a million, and a batch of spare parts for the previous tools. As usual, keep it on your tab. "
Damon nodded, indicating that he understood. He buried himself in his work and stopped chatting.
…
Luke didn't pay much attention to the list of goods that Mindy sent him.
In the past few months, he had eliminated several plans when he was developing his own equipment.
Whether it was the cheap product that Damon had worn at the beginning or the mid-range goods that he was going to give the father and daughter this time, they were all different ideas that had nothing to do with the concept of the Batman armor.
Luke wouldn't use these plans again. He would just make do with the waste and give it to Damon and Mindy as a small benefit.
The information that the father and daughter had provided him, especially the information on the gangs in New York, was enough for Luke to feel that it was worth it for him to put them on credit.
Because of the security of the transaction, even if Damon and Mindy didn't want to owe him money, most of the equipment that they used was "unpaid."
How could Damon refuse when Luke asked for information that didn't involve their personal privacy?
After finalizing yet another "emotional credit" deal, Luke ate, trained, and worked overtime as usual.
In his villa on Malibu Beach, Tony Stark was absent-mindedly talking to someone in the living room.
The person said earnestly, "Tony, you've mobilized a lot of resources from the research department in the last few days. I'm not hindering your new research project, but suddenly mobilizing resources like this without any explanation or report will make the shareholders suspicious and demand an investigation of the use of the funds … "
Tony held a glass of wine in his hand and took a sip absent-mindedly. "Obie, when have I ever done research without them telling me what to do? Don't worry, they'll all shut up in the end. "
After a brief silence, the person said, "At the very least, you can get Pepper to write a report on what you're doing, right? Didn't you hire her to deal with these trivial matters? "
Tony was at a loss. "Ah, didn't I tell her?"
The person said, "Tony, I asked. Pepper doesn't know what you're doing either. You've been locking yourself in the villa every day. I'm worried about you. "
Tony smiled awkwardly. "Fine, maybe I was too busy and forgot. I'll get Pepper to fill in the report. I haven't had breakfast yet. It's not good for my health. Let's call it a day, Obi. "
The person nodded helplessly and got up. "Fine, take care of yourself. Don't forget the report. I can't help you make up an excuse every time, right? The shareholders are very concerned about your research. I can't fool them for long. "
Tony put his arm around the person's shoulder. "No problem. I'll get Pepper to write a project report."
After sending him out of the living room, Tony turned around and returned to the basement. He instructed, "Jarvis, send a message to Pepper. Ask her to modify my missile design concept manual and give it to those freeloading shareholders."
"Yes, sir. However, that description is only a rough outline. Miss Potts might not be able to hand over the complete project description, "said a gentle male voice.
The tycoon snorted. "It's not that troublesome. The Jericho missile project is enough to shut those guys up."
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