"Where should I donate the money, sir?" SIR? 'asked Sunday.
'Where should I donate the money?' That was a problem. William thought for a while. "Set up an offshore fund and make the shares more complicated. Then transfer all the money into the fund to buy gold futures contracts. After that, set a donation of 10% of the total assets every year. Other than the ownership of the fund, donate the rest to the relevant funds in the Celestial Empire in secret."
"Understood, sir. I estimate that it will be done in two hours."
"Very good. Now it's time to deal with the subordinates of the Eight-faced Buddha." William smiled. "Has Blackpeak found out where the Eight-faced Buddha is hiding?"
Sunday said, "Sir, both sides are opening up in the valley seven kilometers away from us. From the information that Blackpeak sent back, the Eight-faced Buddha's subordinates have the upper hand."
"Then it's time for us to show up." William opened the portal and returned to the castle. He walked to the Mark III armor area. "Help me put on the armor. At the same time, send all the triangular drones you produced over."
"Yes, sir." Soon, the floor and ceiling where William was standing began to open automatically. A series of mechanical sounds could be heard. Four mechanical arms grabbed the parts of the Mark III and started to put on William's body from the inside out.
In only twenty seconds, the entire armor was on William. After putting on the helmet, William walked out of the portal. Behind him, ten self-propelled crawler launchers that were only the size of a desk passed through the portal.
After closing the portal, the self-propelled crawler launchers lined up on their own. William looked at the launcher that had just launched the aircraft more than an hour ago. He chuckled and said to Sunday, "I didn't expect you to build 28 triangular aircraft in less than two hours."
"Sir, to be precise, it's 45 minutes. There are already two production lines in the second basement of the castle. If you agree, with the current speed, we can add one more production line in six days."
William thought for a while and said, "Then let's add two more production lines. We'll talk about the rest later. It's a pity that after using these triangular aircraft today, there's not much chance of them being used in the future.
After all, I can't use this thing everywhere. Otherwise, everyone will know that I did it. Also, no matter how good the propellers are, the sound of a few or a dozen of them flying at the same time is still very loud. "
"Sir, in fact, as long as the Black Edge drone is improved and equipped with a bullet firing system, it can become an assassination tool that is even more concealed than the triangular aircraft. Moreover, if we improve the material and usage time, it can be made smaller."
"That's a good idea. Give it a try, and we'll make a few plans after we come up with them. For now, let's settle this matter first. Once we're done with the dogfight, we'll send all of Eight-faced Buddha's subordinates to Satan."
"Understood, sir." After waiting quietly for more than an hour, Sunday sent back the news that the battle had ended, and Octahedral Buddha's subordinates were cleaning up the battlefield. William, who was already impatient from waiting, immediately ordered Sunday to begin the operation. The row of launchers immediately started working, and the sound of "Xiu Xiu Xiu" could be heard from time to time.
Two minutes later, 280 spacecrafts began to hover in the sky. William opened the portal and let the launchers return to the castle first. He then ordered Sunday to control all the spacecrafts to fly seven kilometers away.
The distance of seven kilometers was only a little more than 40 seconds for the triangular aircraft that could reach 600 kilometers per hour.
After watching all the spacecrafts fly away, William closed Mark 3's helmet and activated it to fly into the sky. The helmet turned on the night market mode, and he watched as more than 20 columns of triangular aircraft flew towards the battlefield.
"Haha, don't be fooled by the small size of the spacecrafts. Two hundred and eighty of them are still very impressive. It's like the bomber battle groups in the movies."
A minute later, the Eight-faced Buddha's subordinates who were cleaning up the battlefield were suddenly interrupted by the buzzing sound of the spacecrafts. Before they could react, the Mark 3 armor was the first to rush down with a blue tail flame. With a "bang", William half-knelt on one knee and stretched out his hands. The helmet's eyes emitted a blue light as it smashed five meters in front of the team's commander.
"Satan wants me to say hello to you, asshole." Standing up, William raised his right hand and the thrusters in his palm began to glow blue. With a "bang", the commander, who had sensed the danger, was killed by the impact beam as soon as he shouted "fire".
Then, two launchers popped out of the shoulders of the Iron Man armor, and William's helmet immediately aimed at the target automatically. With ten "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds, the ten leaders closest to him were immediately killed.
Only then did the people around him react and start firing at William. Unfortunately, ordinary bullets couldn't break through the armor's defense at all.
William circled around, and the intelligent assistance system marked out all the weapons that might be a threat to the armor. Following Sunday's instructions, he stretched out his hands and two small missile launchers popped out of his arms. With six "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds, the heavy machine guns and rocket launchers were immediately blown to the sky.
Under the cover of the night, more than 20 groups of spacecrafts in the sky began to rush down towards the predetermined targets. 280 of them dived and exploded at the same time, giving the militants no chance to react or fire at all.
"Boom boom boom", "Boom boom boom", "Boom boom boom".
A minute after the violent explosion, according to the information seen by the Black Edge drone and the Iron Man armor, Sunday said, "Sir, according to calculations, the probability of survival of the people in this area is zero, and the mission is completed perfectly.
But I have to remind you that the explosion just now has a 55% chance of attracting the attention of the satellites in the sky. Unless you authorize me to hack into these satellites, I strongly recommend that you hide the Mark III armor. "
"Okay, running away after having fun is exactly what I want." He immediately activated the Iron Man armor and rushed into the sky, flying into the clouds.
He flew to an island in the ocean and landed on it. He opened the portal and returned directly to the castle. Standing on the platform happily, he let the four mechanical arms remove his armor.
After being hit by hundreds of bullets today, there was no problem with the armor at all. This made William very satisfied with the performance of the Mark III product. "Sunday, can you produce the Mark III armor on your own now?"
"As long as the materials are in place, producing the Mark III is no problem. The estimated production time is 25 hours," Sunday replied.
"Then use my mother's height to produce a Mark III first." After removing the armor, William walked to the 3D virtual area and said with a virtual imaging pen, "Establish mission, mission name: Mark 5 Portable Armor."
"Understood, Sir, mission established."
William stood in front of the virtual imaging workbench with a virtual imaging pen. "Let's get started, let's get the Mark 5 out as soon as possible. It's still inconvenient for the Mark III to not be able to wear it on its own, in case something goes wrong."
William, who had left after he was done, obediently hid in the basement of the castle and began to draw the blueprints of the Mark 5 according to the system knowledge in his mind, but he didn't care about killing and burying, leaving a big mess for others to clean up.
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