"I'll send three sets of equipment to the Agent Academy. Your task is to evaluate whether they're qualified to use the equipment. If they're qualified, wait for my task."
"Understood, Boss," Harry said.
Sunday pulled up the information of the new equipment. Soon, a beam of light appeared in front of the three of them, and they saw a set of armor built according to Laura's figure appear in the virtual image.
Sunday then began to introduce, "Devonshire Three Style Full Body Armor. The main armor is one centimeter thick and lined with bulletproof fabric. It can defend against any light weapon.
The outer layer is hung on the chest and back, and the module reaction armor can be quickly removed to defend against armor-piercing bullets.
The fully enclosed helmet is not only bulletproof, stabbing, and anti-gas, but also has infrared, night vision, automatic aiming, and the ability to share vision with teammates.
The armor's power system is powered by two super aluminum batteries. The armor can run at full power for 30 minutes, but with the backup battery module, the operation time can be increased to 70 minutes.
The jumping height is eight meters and can lift objects weighing two tons. The sprinting speed is four seconds per 100 meters, and the maximum energy output can be increased to 2.9 seconds per 100 meters.
The weapon system has four modules, equipped with sniper, firepower, assault, and infiltration. "
After Sunday finished the introduction, Laura looked at her armor and asked, "What model is my armor, and why does the thing on the back look like a bow?"
"Infiltration, Miss Crawford. Because of your talent in archery, your weapon is a modified USP professional competition gun with two extended barrels. There are 15 bullets in the magazine and 12 spare magazines.
A bow, 30 arrows in the quiver, two daggers, and a modular machine gun and eight grenade launchers can also be installed on the wrist of the armor. "
Looking at her slender sneak-type armor, and then looking at the Fire-type armor, Laura asked in surprise, "God, if the sneak-type armor's firepower is so fierce, then how strong would the Fire-type be?"
"Sorry, Miss Crawford. Currently, there are only three types of armor: sniper, assault, and infiltration. The testing of the firepower armor hasn't been completed yet, and it has a high requirement for the user's strength. "
"Alright, let's stop here for today." Seeing that Laura still wanted to ask something, William interrupted her. "Wait until you find a suitable teammate. You'll have plenty of time and opportunities to get familiar with them."
After that, William ignored Laura, who was rolling her eyes, and turned to Harry Hart. "These three sets of armor have anti-theft, anti-dismantling, and unique functions.
Anyone who approaches or tries to destroy it without authorization will be attacked by the armor. In serious cases, it will self-destruct. So, if anyone dares to steal them in the future, we have to make things clear first and let the other party do as they see fit. "
"Understood," Harrihart said with a smirk. "Or let those departments who are interested in the warframe sign a waiver document first, so that they won't blame the Special Agent Academy if something happens."
"That's a good idea." After joking, he walked Harry and Laura out.
Looking at the hesitant Laura, William understood that the little girl wanted to ask about her father, Earl Crawford. "Don't worry, I received news that your father is still alive. It's just that I haven't found out where he is."
"Do you promise?" Laura stared at William expectantly.
"I promise," William nodded affirmatively. After a few months, Sunday had already found the island where Earl Crawford was hiding.
However, with William's personality, it would be strange if he told Laura so directly.
"I'll let you know as soon as I have news."
"Thank you," Laura gratefully hugged William for a long time before reluctantly following Harrihart out of the manor's main building.
Outside the main building, Harry let Laura get in the car first. He looked at William and hesitated for a moment before asking, "Boss, is it possible to open the warframe to the ace agents, or even the simplified version?"
Without any thought, William shook his head. "No, there's no room for discussion. The ace agents are already equipped with bulletproof suits. It's enough for them."
Harry shook his head. "No, Boss, we are now independent. Once any ace agent is sacrificed, it will be difficult to find a suitable replacement.
If you're worried about the technology leaking, can we have a first generation warframe? "
First generation? William silently thought about the technology of the first generation warframe. It seemed that without the virtual imaging and vision sharing technology, the first generation warframe didn't need to be kept secret.
However, this wasn't urgent. William didn't care about the current ace agents. He was waiting for this group of people to disappear so that he could find people like Laura and Wesley to take over.
To be honest, the Devonshire's third generation warframe, other than being more flexible and being able to install modules, its other functions weren't as strong as the second generation warframe used by the suicide squad.
However, for William, the third generation warframe was used to deal with werewolves and vampires. It didn't need to be too strong. It was fine as long as it could defend against bites, claws, and light weapons.
The second generation warframe of the suicide squad was only used once after the test, and William took it back and destroyed it. Now, he only prepared a third generation warframe for them.
Anyway, he produced it himself, and the material cost of a set was only a few hundred thousand dollars.
Watching Harry's car leave, William returned to the manor's basement.
It was learned on Sunday that the length of the whole London Underground Tunnel was unknown, and that the number of people in the Town Hall was unknown.
William began to dislike the slow movement of spiders, so he wanted to make a suitable detector to scan the underground sewer system.
After a few days, with Sunday's help, a circular detector the size of a baseball with four scanners above, below, left, and right appeared in the virtual image.
"Sir, according to my calculations, the detector can operate autonomously for 12 hours. The flying speed is 10 meters per second, the scanning speed is 2 meters per second, and the flying speed is 7.2 kilometers per hour. As long as we have 100 of these flying detectors, we can find out the location of the London manor and all the sewers in the Myer district in a day."
William nodded. "Well, let's try out a few first and see if there's anything that needs to be improved."
"Okay, sir, the construction of the model is expected to be completed in an hour. At the same time, we will produce five detectors."
"Then I'll sleep for a while. Wake me up when the production is done."
An hour later, William was woken up by Sunday. He opened a portal to the underground production factory in Oxford Castle. Soon, five detectors automatically floated in the air.
The constantly rotating spherical detector automatically flew in front of William.
William grabbed one of the detectors in the air and asked, "By the way, how powerful is the explosion of this thing?"
Sunday replied, "Sir, the power is more than twice that of an attack grenade. However, the normal flying speed is only 10 meters per second, which is equivalent to 36 kilometers per hour."
"That's a problem." Might lowered his head and thought. "In the complex tunnels, this speed is not a problem, but it's too slow to catch up with werewolves or vampires on a straight path."
Standing next to the desktop virtual image, Might looked at the detector's blueprint and pondered. Not long after, he decided to sacrifice the detector's operating time and increase its energy output to increase its power.
Just like that, a weapon specially designed to deal with underground rats was created.
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