Hearing Jarvis' reminder to watch the news, Stark quickly shouted to Little Pepper, "Turn on the TV, Pepper."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Stark."
As soon as he turned on the TV, he saw that the local news channel was continuously replaying the footage taken by the ground and a helicopter, which was then edited together.
The moment William's supercar drove out of the underground parking lot, it was captured by the reporters waiting outside Caesars Palace.
Then, William's car left the hotel. The video paused for more than ten seconds and switched to the host, but it was quickly replaced by the footage taken by the helicopter.
On the main road of Las Vegas, everything was normal. Although William kept making left and right turns to overtake cars, his speed was maintained at 60 kilometers per hour.
He did not seem to be in a hurry at all. This allowed some skilled paparazzi and even the live broadcast van to follow him easily.
However, after about four minutes of driving, they left the main road and entered the road outside the city where the number of cars was rapidly decreasing.
The supercar that had been well-behaved before suddenly sped up like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins.
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After getting used to the car on the main road for a few minutes, William quickly fell in love with the Raphael supercar.
The car was made of gold and titanium alloy. Compared to his previous ONE77 and Vulcan, it was more than 200 kilograms lighter.
The entire car only weighed a little more than 1.2 tons. Plus, Las Vegas was a tourist city after all. In terms of road maintenance, it was much better than other cities in the United States.
Therefore, as soon as they left the main city and entered the road, William stepped on the accelerator. He continuously released the accelerator, changed gears, and stepped on the accelerator again.
With his extremely high hand speed, the car instantly sped up. It only took four seconds for the car's speed to increase from 60 to 200. In an instant, he left more than a dozen paparazzi's cars behind.
Supercars from other car factories usually took three to four seconds to go from 0 to 100. However, it would take more than seven seconds to go from 100 to 200.
Therefore, the paparazzi with the best driving skills looked at the red shadow that was getting farther and farther away in just a few blinks. He looked at his companion sitting in the passenger seat in disbelief.
"God, is William Devonshire driving a plane?"
"I don't know if it's a plane, but I know that there's a helicopter in the sky. It seems like it can't keep up with his speed."
After saying that, his companion observed the front of the car. Seeing that there were not many cars, he took out his walkie-talkie.
After unplugging the headphones, exclamations could be heard from the walkie-talkie.
"Damn it, William Devin is still accelerating. God, Steven, you're flying a helicopter, not a hot air balloon. If you don't accelerate, we'll be left behind."
"F * ck you, you bastard, shut up!"
The helicopter pilot roared, "Our speed is already 270 km/h, and this helicopter's top speed is only 320 km/h. If you want me to fly at full speed at low altitude, you'll revoke my pilot's license, and you'll be seeking death."
When it came to their colleague's career, the reporters who had been arguing earlier were silent for three seconds.
However, looking at the red car that was getting further and further away, he shouted again, "God, it's only been a few seconds and that damn car is almost out of my sight.
Doesn't that mean William Devonshire's speed is at least 300 km/h? "
"What the hell? Are you an idiot? Do you think we'll lose sight of him at a speed of 300?"
The helicopter pilot said "God" several times in a row as he looked at the red car that had shrunk to the point where it could no longer be seen.
He cursed loudly, "Damn it, that lunatic William Devonshire's speed is at least 350 km/h.
F * ck, he's a super rich man with hundreds of billions of dollars, yet he's crazy enough to run at the speed of an F1 car on the road.
If there's a pothole or a small rock, he'll overturn the car and roll over a hundred meters. "
Obadiah covered his bald head, then slapped it twice, his face full of worry. "God, this is crazy."
"Don't worry, didn't you hear what Pepper said? That lunatic has safely arrived at the Waterfall Stadium." Stark kept staring at the red car that was disappearing from the screen at an extremely fast speed.
He secretly rejoiced in his heart. If he had made a bet with William before, he would have been beaten black and blue.
Five minutes later, when William caught up with him and overtook him in an instant, if he blinked, he would be overtaken by a few hundred meters before he could even see the taillights clearly.
The shareholders of Stark Industries in the luxury RV all looked at each other. They never would have thought that someone with William's net worth and who looked very peaceful would have such a crazy side.
"He doesn't care about his life at all."
"Do you think he's crazy?"
Hearing Jarvis's guess, Stark shook his head. "I want to say that he's crazy too, or he wouldn't have flown to Mars alone a few years ago.
But there's a voice in my heart that tells me that I'm the crazy one if I really think that. "
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Stark took out his phone and put it on the table. He said to Jarvis, "Jarvis, show me the scene of the car veering off the road."
A beam of light shot out from the phone, and an image that was a little blurry than the one in William's hand appeared in front of everyone.
In the footage taken by the media, the red supercar had veered off the right lane twice and entered the double yellow line in the middle of the road.
While everyone was puzzled, Jarvis took the initiative to explain, "Mr. Stark, I estimate that Devonshire's supercar has the ability to scan the road over a very long distance.
The car drove on the double yellow line twice and returned to the right lane for a kilometer each time. It's very likely that the road was in bad condition from afar, or there were obstacles like pebbles.
Because the car was too fast, it started to deviate from the normal road when it was only a kilometer away.
If my calculations aren't wrong, that car can scan the road for at least two kilometers and provide Mr. Devonshire with the best route to avoid it in a very short period of time. "
If William heard this, he would only chuckle. He could drive at such a speed not with his eyes at all, but with his mental strength.
360 kilometers per hour was 6 kilometers per minute, which was 100 meters per second. For William, this speed was more than twice as slow as if he didn't use the Sentinel armor and just relied on his mental strength to fly.
It didn't affect his eyesight and reaction speed at all.
Even if something did happen, with the mental power that could lift more than three tons of weight, it was guaranteed that the rolling supercar would be able to continue running with an extremely lucky attitude in the eyes of outsiders.
Hearing Jarvis's analysis, Stark recalled that the previous supercar had an autopilot system.
He quickly asked, "Is it possible that he didn't drive himself at all, but let the autopilot drive?"
Jarvis calculated for a while before replying, "Sorry, sir, there's not enough information to draw an accurate conclusion."
Obadiah immediately said, "Aren't we on the way to that road? Won't we know if we get someone to check the road? "
Soon, the convoy, which was traveling at 80 kilometers per hour, began to consciously slow down, and the two cars in the lead immediately sped up to check the situation on the two roads according to Jarvis's reminder.
While waiting for the conclusion, the shareholders couldn't help but look at the phones on the table.
Stark knew what these people were thinking. He smiled and said, "Virtual imaging technology isn't as sci-fi as you think.
Not only have people been developing it for a long time, but many laboratories have already produced some results.
Also, William showed this technology in some private situations a few years ago. If I can't figure it out, I wouldn't be Tony Stark. "
"Then, we …" Before Obadiah could finish, Stark shook his head and said helplessly, "The underlying technology for the tablet phone is basically in the hands of a few research and development institutions.
But William has registered patents for flat-panel displays, phone touch, operating systems, virtual imaging, and a series of other technologies in the past few years.
If we want to enter the phone industry, it's not impossible to cut out most of the advanced technology, but even if it's low-end, the patent fee for each phone is at least $270.
Nowadays, the price of a phone is generally below $1,000. It can be said that if we really pay $270 for the patent, it's probably equivalent to working for William.
As for the phone in my hand, it costs at least $100,000. I don't know who would buy such a product except for rich people like us. "
"What a pity." Obadiah and the others scratched their heads regretfully. "If we had followed up a few years earlier, when the phone was launched, our value would have probably doubled."
"There's nothing to pity." Stark put away his phone and said with a smile, "There are too many good technologies in the laboratories of the whole country, but because they can't be pushed into the market, they're locked in the safe to eat dust.
The market isn't all about technology, it's the customers who have the final say. If the middle-class housewives in America say that your product is expensive, impractical, and trash, then no matter how advanced the product technology is, it's still trash in the eyes of the customers.
Otherwise, William would have made this kind of phone a few years ago. Do you think he didn't want to push it into the market earlier to make money? "
But even though he said that, Stark's heart was bleeding. Technology really wasn't difficult for him.
If William hadn't appeared, this guy would probably have kept this technology in his hands and not taken it out, just like in the movies.
But when William took it out, Stark's mentality changed.
Since someone wanted to sell a product that he could also invent, but was stuck because of the patent, how could he be willing to accept this?
It seemed that he had to make a fuss about the technological monopoly.
He could imagine that the shareholders sitting here were all people who didn't have other businesses. After decades of business battles, they were very familiar with how to play within the rules.
Stark wasn't even a novice when it came to playing dirty.
However, when the bodyguards who went to investigate the road first reported that they saw a lot of potholes on the two sections of the road,
They immediately wanted to pour cold water on the various methods that everyone had thought of.
"Damn it, I finally know why those people in Europe didn't go looking for trouble with William."
A middle-aged shareholder said dejectedly, "We're probably the same as those people in Europe. Even if we have the government backing us, we still have families and endless money.
Who knows if after offending William, he'll use his financial advantage to target and beat up the first person who stands up for him within the rules.
Or maybe after a few years, when things calm down and no one cares, there will suddenly be a car accident for no reason, or a plane crash. "
These words immediately dropped the atmosphere to a freezing point.
"At the end of the day, we still have to talk through normal business channels."
Then, everyone looked at Obadiah, who had started to contact William a few years ago.
Everyone present knew that this bald man had dragged Justin Hammer to London to attend a celebration party when William had just returned from Mars a few years ago.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he, Hammer, and William had chatted for a long time.
"Why are you looking at me? Think about it. Apart from being in charge of the company, have I been involved in any other business in the past few years?"
Everyone thought about it, and it didn't seem like Obadiah had any other open business.
As for those dirty tricks in the dark, if they didn't want to become enemies with Obadiah, or if the benefits were big enough, no one would become enemies for no reason.
Obadiah shrugged, took a few puffs of his cigar, and sighed helplessly. "To be honest, I'm regretting it now."
"At first, I thought that Justin Hammer was indeed an idiot from the Hammer family. After pretending to be a grandson, he was sent away by a rifle. But now, it seems that the stupidest one is probably me."
Everyone instantly understood what Obadiah meant, and Stark asked curiously, "What did you ask for?"
Obadiah's face darkened. "Medical trauma healing equipment, the kind that's very popular in the sports world.
I've been talking to him for a few years, but he'd rather earn at least a billion dollars a year in profits than give in. "
Speaking of this, Obadiah couldn't help but recall how he and William had sold weapons in the desert.
He knew very well that if he wanted to make money with William, he had to have what he needed. Otherwise, even if he knelt on the ground and said that he could earn an extra billion for him every year, William wouldn't pay attention to him.
But if it was the entire Stark Industries, with their influence in the United States, there might be a chance.
So, Obadiah quickly made up his mind to pull everyone together.
"Don't expect him to make us rich just for money.
Think about it, Mars is now his private land, and he has an entire planet of minerals for him to mine.
Also, even if we don't talk about Mars, with his wealth in England and Europe, money isn't his first consideration. "
"Are you talking about influence?" Everyone was delighted when they heard that. A middle-aged shareholder joked, "If anyone can make me a billion dollars a year, I won't frown even if I kneel on the ground and call him Your Majesty."
"Then hurry up and kneel and call me Your Majesty Stark."
Stark rolled his eyes at the person who had just spoken. In the past seven years, he had increased the company's market value from 100 billion to 300 billion, but these guys hadn't said anything.
Everything seemed to be a matter of course, but now, for a billion, they wanted to kneel at William's feet.
"You still have the nerve to tell us this, Tony." Obadiah waved his hand to calm the anger of the person who had spoken earlier.
"Apart from Hans and Richard who joined later, when you took over the company at the age of 21, who among us didn't fully support you for your father, Howard?
In the years when you said you wanted to make new weapons, which one of us didn't fully support you?
But look at what you did from the mid-90s to 2002. "
When Obadiah said that, the other eight shareholders immediately nodded.
To be honest, they were indeed tolerant of Stark. If it were any other company, even if your father was the founder and you were a major shareholder, you could still drive Stark away.
Of course, friendship was a lie. The truth was that Stark was indeed capable. The weapons he made alone were stronger than those made by the company's entire research and development team.
Otherwise, capital wouldn't talk to you about friendship. That was because you were more valuable, or because they hadn't squeezed you dry yet.
"This, this."
Stark thought about it. At that time, in addition to picking up girls, racing, and hanging out at all kinds of messy parties in Los Angeles.
Then he began an endless struggle with flour. It wasn't until a friend slept in his house and never woke up that this guy completely regretted it.
He hid in his home in Malibu, Los Angeles. For a few years, the whole world seemed to have forgotten him.
However, Stark was not a well-behaved person by nature.
When his body recovered, he began to ask out the women who took the cover of sports magazines.
In the past few years, the first thing those women did after taking photos for sports magazines was to invite him for coffee through the media.
And as long as he took a fancy to them, he really didn't care what the outside world said, and let the bodyguard pick them up to the hotel for coffee.
Even last year, he set a record by dating twelve sports magazine cover girls in eleven months.
Therefore, in the face of all the shareholders' gazes, Stark showed a rare embarrassed expression.
Looking at the embarrassed Stark, Little Pepper wanted to help but didn't know what to say.
She had been with Stark for almost six years, so of course she knew what kind of character her boss had.
Fortunately, the scenery outside the car reminded her, and when she turned her head to look outside the car, she could already see the sign of the stadium.
"Boss, we have arrived at the Waterfall Stadium."
"We're here already?" Stark was taken aback, but he quickly stood up and pretended to say to the shareholders, "Since we're here, we'd better separate, lest William sees us together again and be vigilant in his heart."
Seeing that Stark had no intention of getting out of the car, he looked at them with a natural expression.
Everyone knew that this bastard was driving them away. They couldn't help but think of William's polite appearance, and then look at the 38-year-old Stark, who still had a cynical expression. They could only shake their heads helplessly and began to get out of the car one by one.
When everyone left, Stark lay on the bench and complained, "Damn it, William Devonshire, that bastard boy, can't he just stay in London?"
Little Pepper's mouth crooked, thinking funny in her heart, asking William to come to the board of directors, it was you and Obadiah who made the decision together.
Now that someone has stolen the limelight, you're upset.
"And Obadiah and these people, they actually began to compare me with William instead of comparing me with William. What is this, do they think I'm not better than that boy?"
After complaining, Stark, who didn't hear Little Pepper's answer, turned his head and saw Little Pepper's half-smile, which immediately made him unhappy.
But he is not a fool. He really can't compare with William in many aspects. Even if he doesn't want to, at least he has to pretend to work hard for the shareholders and shareholders to see.
"Go and tell Rhodes that tomorrow I will go to the desert with him in place of Obadiah and personally preside over the test."
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