There is one benefit to Claire going to the police academy to experience life as a student, which is that Selina and he have a lot more time together.
That day, he was cooking and watching the news when he suddenly received a message.
Luke raised an eyebrow, wiped his hands, and clicked it.
It was still a meaningless garbled post to outsiders. Luke just glanced at it and translated it. He immediately laughed: "You are a father and daughter duo, why are you here to join in the fun. Wait, Damon's equipment..."
He slapped his forehead helplessly, then he remembered that Damon's black armor and cape did look like Batman.
Fortunately, Damon's whereabouts are not that difficult to track, and he should not be suspected of being Batman himself on the East Coast.
But someone might suspect they have a connection with Batman, and that's a problem.
After thinking for a while, he sent a reply message.
In New Jersey, at the Damons' home, Mindy jumped up, ran to her laptop and opened a post.
She also translated the content without using the code book, and sighed in disappointment: "Dad, V replied."
Damon was maintaining his gun and asked without looking up, "What did he say?"
"He can provide a battle armor that is 70% as bulletproof as Batman's, but he has never researched flying capes, and he has no interest in making bat darts, whether with or without ropes," Minty said, looking frustrated.
What she values most are the batarang and that super cool cape, which is so cool.
As for armor, she has a vest given by V, which is enough.
The armor Damon used was also a special model of V. As long as the same point was not hit continuously, even if the upper body was shot seven or eight times, it would only require replacing the plug plate.
This type of bulletproof vest is sufficient to meet most needs. After all, no one wants to be shot from head to toe.
Damon paused, tilted his head to think for a moment, and nodded, "Then order one for each of us. After all, it's troublesome to keep changing the plug plate. Oh, by the way, ask him to make my armor gray, modify the helmet, and remove the two pointed ears."
Mindy burst out laughing, knowing that her dad didn't want to be identified as a copycat by her anymore.
Damon shook his head helplessly: "Okay, now you're giving up, right? Look, V doesn't even do these things."
Mindy tilted her head and said, "I think it may be possible to make V."
Damon put down the parts in his hand again: "The original words are, the armor can provide us with 70% of the effect, the cloak has not been studied, and the bat darts are not of interest to us?"
He stroked his chin. "So he may have stronger armor, but he just can't provide it to us. He may be able to make a cape, but he just hasn't worked hard in this direction. He can make bat darts, but he thinks the technical content is too low?"
Mindy's eyes lit up, and she slammed her fist into her palm, making a snapping sound. "Yes, that's what he meant. How could someone as arrogant as V admit that he is not good enough?"
Damon coughed lightly. "You can make a batarang with a rope, but are you sure you can use it as well as Batman?"
Mindy frowned, distressed: "I 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 to use than a gun. If you start practicing now and practice hard for another ten years, maybe you can reach Batman's current level."
Mindy lost all interest.
Ten years? To practice the use of an auxiliary device? And it can be replaced by something else, which is really a luxury.
Frustrated, she raised her hand and picked up the butterfly knife on the table. She made a few beautiful moves with the knife in her hand, and threw it at the target ten meters away with a whoosh. "Is my flying knife enough?"
Damon smiled and shook his head, then continued to maintain his gun.
Mindy lowered her head in boredom and posted a new post on her notebook. Soon she breathed a sigh of relief: "Two sets of armor only cost 500,000, and a batch of spare parts for the previous tools are included. As usual, I still keep accounts."
Damon hummed to show that he understood, and buried his head in his work, stopping talking nonsense.
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After receiving the cargo list sent by Mindy, Luke didn't pay much attention to it.
In the past few months, he has eliminated several options while developing his own equipment.
Whether it was the cheap product that Damon wore at the beginning, or the mid-range product prepared for the father and daughter this time, they all took other ideas and had nothing to do with the concept of Batman armor.
Luke would no longer use these elimination plans, and would just make use of the waste and throw it to Damon and his daughter as a small benefit.
Just based on the various information provided to him by the father and daughter, especially the information about the New York gangs, Luke felt that it was worth his "credit" strategy.
Because of transaction security issues, even though Damon and his daughter never thought of owing him money, most of the equipment they used was in an "unpaid" status.
Luke asked for information that did not involve their personal privacy, and Damon could not refuse.
After finalizing this "emotional credit" business, Luke ate, trained, and worked overtime as usual.
In the villa on Malibu Beach, Tony Stark was absent-mindedly dealing with someone in the living room.
The visitor said earnestly, "Tony, in recent days, you have mobilized a lot of resources from the scientific research department. I am not hindering your new research project, but such a sudden mobilization of resources without any explanation or report will make those shareholders suspicious and ask for an audit of the use of funds..."
Tony held the wine glass in his hand and took a sip absentmindedly. "Obi, when have they not interfered with my research? Don't worry, they will shut up in the end."
The visitor was silent for a moment before saying, "At least what you are doing can make Pepper write a report? Isn't it for you to ask her to handle these trivial matters?"
Tony looked confused: "Ah, didn't I tell her?"
The visitor: "Tony, I asked, and Pepper doesn't know what you are doing. You have been locking yourself in the villa every day recently, and I am very worried about you."
Tony smiled awkwardly: "Okay, maybe I was too busy to remember. I'll ask Pepper to make up the report. I haven't had breakfast yet, which is not good for my health. Let's stop here first, Obie."
The visitor nodded helplessly and stood up: "Okay, you should also take care of yourself. Don't forget the report. I can't always make up excuses for you. The shareholders are very concerned about your research. I can't fool you for too long."
Tony put his arm around the man's shoulders and said, "No problem. I'll ask Pepper to write a project report."
After sending the visitor out of the living room, Tony turned around and went back to the basement, saying, "Jarvis, send a message to Pepper to revise the concept specification of the missile design I had earlier and give it to those shareholders who have nothing to do but eat for free."
"Yes, sir. But the description is only a rough outline, and Miss Potts may not be able to hand over a complete project description." A soft male voice sounded.
A young master curled his lips and said, "It's not that troublesome. The Jericho missile project is enough to shut those guys up."