A metal piece that was only as wide as a finger turned into a revolver in everyone's eyes. Immediately, someone shouted for William to try and see if it was a real thing or just for show.
William shrugged, "Sorry, I don't want to be arrested by the police outside. Then, my legal team will be full of anticipation and fight a lawsuit that is destined to take several years.
Then, they would hide at home or in the office and watch with joy as their bank account received hundreds of thousands of pounds. "
"Also, due to the limitations of the key technology, my research can't directly create bullets." William exited the revolver's magazine. When he turned around, the audience saw an empty magazine.
Most of them heaved a sigh of relief, but someone immediately shouted, "What technology is limiting your research?"
"This, this," William pretended to hesitate. He thought for a long time and did not speak.
This made everyone anxious, afraid that they would not hear the answer, causing them to lose sleep tonight or even in the future.
"Please, Mr. Devonshire, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If you don't tell me, I will definitely lose sleep for a long time in the future."
Seeing a beauty stand up and shout that she had obsessive-compulsive disorder, the surrounding people immediately went into an uproar. Then, they looked at William gloatingly.
William rolled his eyes, then covered his forehead and lied through his teeth, "Energy storage and spatial nanomaterials."
Metal materials can also store energy? And spatial transformation, you're not talking about the magic version of technology, are you?
Seeing everyone's faces, William smiled, "Sometimes, the research is too advanced. It's still very helpless to be limited by the overall technology and cognition of this era."
Seeing that most people rolled their eyes, William laughed and said, "Although I think I have found the manufacturing technology of the nano armor, in the past year or so, I have experimented with all the methods I can think of, but I have not been able to compress this nano metal piece to a smaller size."
"Or find a way to store a 140-kilogram armor in a special space like the space magic in magic, to reduce weight, or even to reduce weight.
Otherwise, just imagine wearing a 140-kilogram suit every day, and you'll feel that life is so heavy. "
"Hahaha." Only a few people present knew how to compress, reduce weight, space, and so on. However, when they thought of William's 140 kilograms daily, they couldn't help but laugh.
After the audience finished laughing, William continued, "And the weight isn't the biggest problem. After all, if you really want to solve it, to be honest, I can still find some ways.
However, the energy consumption rate of the nano armor also exceeded my expectations. Before we find a new energy source, even if we create a new armor, it won't be able to operate for long. "
"Wait, wait, Mr. Devonshire, what is the backup weight loss plan you mentioned?"
Well, William finally understood that these people who dared to interrupt him and keep asking questions were definitely reporters or people with special missions.
However, today, he was going to tell everyone that he invented the Mark armor and that he was even researching in the direction of nano technology.
Unless Stark really invented an armor more advanced than the nano armor in the future, he wouldn't be able to escape the reputation of plagiarism.
William, who had already built the nano Mark 50, of course knew how to solve those problems. However, if he could pass on the wrong or complicated simple things to the Americans or other forces, it would be an unexpected surprise.
He shook the revolver in his hand and the revolver immediately disintegrated into a water-like nano material, covering and wrapping his palm.
"Wow, this is so cool."
Looking at the glove that was so tight that it was like golden skin, everyone was envious. If it wasn't for the golden color, they wouldn't necessarily be able to tell that William's hand was covered with a layer of metal.
Before the audience was done being surprised, William thought about it again. If the armor was exposed, then the palm must be exposed as well.
Moreover, if someone couldn't create a super energy source like the small arc reactor, it would be useless even if they knew the principle of the energy cannon.
As this thought flashed through his mind, William raised his hand and the nano material in his palm immediately turned into the shape of an impact cannon.
"Sizzle ~ ~ ~" A bright light was emitted and an energy cannon was fired into the air in the theater.
"Bang!" A faint blue energy wave instantly streaked across a distance of more than 20 meters before dissipating into the air.
"F * ck, f * ck, what the hell is this?"
Although the sudden appearance of the energy cannon scared most of the people, after cursing, someone stood up and shouted, "Do it again!"
Some people even shouted to attack some of the fixed props left behind from the previous musical on the stage.
As soon as this suggestion was made, there was an immediate chorus of approval from the audience.
William shook his head. "This is a prop for the crew. If it's destroyed, it will affect the actors' work tomorrow."
He didn't want to see people mocking him in the newspapers tomorrow for not knowing the hardships of the people at the bottom.
However, William refused, forgetting that two-thirds of the people present were above the middle class. In fact, one-third of the people present were tycoons.
"No, no, I promise to increase the price and get people to rush it out overnight. If it's still not enough, we'll just book the whole theater and invite the tourists to watch the show for free."
However, William still shook his head and then said to Dadario, "Sandra, go and get some fruits."
Then, he said to the audience, "Those who are drenched by the fruits and have their clothes stained can ask me for compensation."
"We want Devonshire gold coins."
Those who were originally unhappy about being drenched by the fruits immediately thought about how much their clothes cost when they heard this.
"Let's make it clear first. If anyone feels offended by being drenched by the fruits, then say it now."
He thought that even if some people really felt that way, not many people would say it on such an occasion. However, he didn't expect more than 50 people to raise their hands at the scene.
50 people out of 1,128 people was a very small proportion, and William had a way to solve it.
"Sunday, simulate the sputtering range of the fruits and find the best attack point to avoid these 50 people."
As soon as William's voice fell, 50 holographic drones floating at the top of the theater separated and lowered their altitude. They began to scan the theater and the VIP balcony where Dadario was.
Then, a blue light appeared in the air of the theater and formed a square. Then, a virtual fruit was thrown out from the direction of the balcony. After the simulation exploded, the virtual juice and fragments scattered down and landed on the audience who didn't raise their hands.
"Wow, this works too?"
After more than ten simulations in a row, Sunday marked dozens of red zones and connected blue zones in the air.
Everyone immediately understood that the red zone meant that it would splash on those who minded, while the blue zone meant that it would be fine.
"Come on, Sandra, don't feel burdened. This is just a game." William smiled and said to Dadario who was holding a California orange.
"As you can see, Sunday has already simulated any route. As long as you don't throw it directly on the ground, there's no problem."
Besides, he was someone who had cheats. Forget about using his telekinesis to collect the juice into his storage space, even if he wanted to accurately land it on someone's head, it wouldn't be a problem at all.
Besides, the middle class and ordinary people accounted for two-thirds of the audience. There were many people who wanted to be hit by the fruit and earn a gold coin.
Some wanted to collect the Devonshire gold coin, while others wanted to sell the gold coin. Not only did they want to earn money for the trip, but they also wanted to earn more.
He put on his smart glasses and let Sunday disperse the dotted lines in the sky. "Let's begin, Sandra."
Dadario took a deep breath and threw the orange into the air. William looked at the prompt on his smart glasses and saw that the orange had just flown five meters when the energy cannon in his hand instantly shot out an energy wave.
With a bang, the orange exploded. The juice and some of the fruit fell on the five or six people who had shouted for him to earn a gold coin.
"Yesi, Yesi, the gold coin is mine, the gold coin is mine."
A few middle-aged men and women who were dressed like ordinary people waved happily at William, not caring if they would be laughed at.
The information of these people had already appeared on William's smart glasses. They were ordinary families with children to raise, so why would they care about being splashed with juice?
William smiled and nodded. "Okay, you won't be short of the gold coin."
The atmosphere suddenly became lively. After three consecutive times, it almost felt like a party.
However, at this exciting moment, William stopped and pretended to say, "Sorry, no more energy."
Many of the audience who had already stood up and waved their hands couldn't help but feel disappointed. However, the nanomaterial controlled by William immediately scattered and became unstable as he willed it.
After alternating with each other a few times, the golden glove covering his hand shook a few times and turned back into a metal sheet.
"This is the limitation of the material I was talking about. When the energy is low, it will decompose and turn back into its original form."
However, although William felt that five attacks were already considered low, in the eyes of others, if a small piece of nanomaterial could attack five times, then wouldn't a full set of armor be able to attack at least a hundred times?
After putting the nanomaterial back into his pocket, William smiled and clapped his hands. "Okay, I've said a lot of what I should and shouldn't say. I hope the American government won't disturb me and Dadario's vacation tomorrow. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't throw the FB1 people directly into the sea."
"Hahaha," the Americans either ignored or hated an organization like the FB1.
The people who ignored them were because the FB1 didn't have the authority to deal with ordinary cases, so most ordinary people ignored them.
The people who hated them were those who were related to marginal businesses, so of course they hated the FB1 people who were watching them.
Therefore, no one felt that there was anything wrong with William ridiculing the FB1. There were even people who shouted, "That's what you have to do."
"I'll have to ask my lawyer about this." William shrugged. "If a dozen lawyers think that there's no problem under certain circumstances, I can give it a try."
"There's definitely no problem, Mr. Devonshire." Someone shouted, "If you throw him into the sea and give him a swimming ring, it'll just cost you a lot of money to fight a lawsuit."
"No, this is definitely a bad idea." William shook his head. "Okay, let's go back to the topic of today's invitation."
Just as William finished speaking, someone suddenly shouted from below, "We want to see Mark's armor."
"That's right, that's right, we want to see the armor."
This time, no one cared about the topic anymore. They all shouted to see Mark's armor, and after a while, someone shouted to see the ten-meter-tall anti-transformer armor.
It wasn't a problem to let these guys see it, but William was a little worried that the Americans would take advantage of the fact that they were all ordinary people and forcefully seize the armor.
Seeing that William was silent, someone quickly shouted, "Armor, armor, armor."
The other people in the theater hall were easily moved, waving their hands and shouting for the armor.
"Okay." William clapped his hands. The noise in the theater disappeared in a few seconds. Everyone looked at William expectantly.
William said, "Although I'm a little worried that some idiots who overestimate themselves will take the opportunity to seize my armor and mecha.
However, maybe I have to let these people understand that they should never underestimate a person who has been on the verge of death since he was ten years old, and what preparations he will make to protect himself and his property. "
"On Sunday, start synchronizing with the spaceship in America's space. I need a Mark 7 and an anti-transformer armor."
"Understood, sir. Warframe No.1 spaceship is starting from a silent state. The launch capsule is being delivered. It is estimated that it will take 15 seconds to reach the theater. Launch?"
Damn, everyone in the theater was scared half to death by Sunday's words about spaceship No.1, starting from a silent state, and synchronizing with America.
Did this mean that they had more than one spaceship above their heads, and they were all waiting for the command to launch 365 days a year?
And for someone like William, was a nuclear egg a problem?
Seeing that many people's faces were starting to turn pale, William smiled and said, "Start the live broadcast. I also want to see how long it takes to launch and if it can really meet the design requirements."
"Understood, sir." After Sunday finished speaking, the light in the theater automatically dimmed, and then a holographic projection appeared in the middle of the theater without warning.
Then people saw a spaceship that was much taller than a normal spaceship. It lit up in the silent, dim space. After the camera circled half a circle around the spaceship, a blue planet appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
"Earth, God, this is much more beautiful than the Earth in the movies. It's so much more spectacular."
With this praise, the hatch of the spaceship opened, and the camera immediately pulled into the spaceship.
Inside the spaceship, the first things that came into view were two huge metal cabins, followed by six smaller cabins.
"Is this a launch capsule?"
"Bang, bang!" The two cabins, one big and one small, were automatically ejected from the spaceship.
The number floating in the holographic projection was not 15, but 10.
Everyone then understood that the 15 seconds Sunday said before started counting from the moment the launch order was received.
Moreover, the two rapidly advancing cabins did not produce any flames due to the fierce friction between them.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six."
As the numbers disappeared one by one, they thought that the launch capsule would only appear in Las Vegas when it reached the number one, but they did not expect that when the countdown reached 'six', the audience would already see the night view of the brightly lit city.
When the number reached four, the smaller launch capsule rushed into the theater door of the Caesar Hotel first. Before people could turn their heads to look at the theater door, a silver metal cabin had already appeared on the stage.
After a flash of light, the hatch opened automatically. William opened his hand, and a set of blue and gold armor flew out of the launch capsule. Then, the armor backpack automatically opened and closed, and directly put William in.
"Kacha, kacha."
What appeared in front of everyone was not William, but a streamlined Mark 7 whose eyes and chest were emitting blue light.
"I, I can't breathe."
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