Claire went to the police academy to experience the life of a student. There is also a benefit, that is, Selena and him have a lot of extra time.
One day, he was watching the news while cooking, when he suddenly received a message.
Luke raised his eyebrows, wiped his hands, and opened it.
It was still a meaningless gibberish post from the eyes of outsiders. Luke just glanced at it, translated it, and laughed suddenly: "You two are father and daughter, why are you here to join in the fun. Wait, Damon's The set of equipment…”
He patted his forehead helplessly, only to remember that Damon's black armor belt cloak really looked like Batman.
Fortunately, Damon's whereabouts are not so difficult to find out. On the East Coast, he should not be suspected of being Batman himself.
But maybe someone will suspect that they have a relationship with Batman, which is a problem.
After thinking for a while, he replied a message.
At Damon's father and daughter's home in New Jersey, Minty jumped up, ran to her notebook and opened a post.
She also translated the content without using the codebook, and she sighed in disappointment: "Dad, V has answered."
Damon was maintaining his gun, and asked without raising his head, "What did he say?"
"He can provide a armor that is 70% bulletproof to Batman. He has never studied the flying cloak, and he is not interested in making a batarang with or without a rope." Minty said, looking depressed.
What she values most is the bat dart and that super handsome cape, it's so cool.
As for the battle armor, she has a vest given by v, which is enough.
The battle armor Damon used was also a special model of V. As long as he didn't hit the same point continuously, and shot seven or eight times in the upper body, he only needed to replace the insert plate.
This kind of body armor is enough to meet most needs, after all, no one wants to be swept by bullets from start to finish.
Damon stopped moving his hands, thought for a moment, nodded and said: "Then order us one, after all, it's troublesome to change the boards all the time. Oh, by the way, let him turn my armor into gray , with the helmet changed, those two pointed ears will be gone.”
Minty chuckled, knowing that her father didn't want to be considered an impersonator by her.
Damon shook his head helplessly: "Okay, are you giving up now? You don't think V does these things."
Minty tilted her head: "V may not be able to do it."
Damon put down the parts in his hand again: "The original words are, the battle armor can provide us with 70% of the effect, the cloak has not been studied, and the bat dart is not interested?"
He rubbed his chin: "So it's not necessarily that he doesn't have a stronger armor, but he just can't provide it to us. It's not that he can't make a cloak, but he hasn't worked hard in this direction. He can make a bat dart, but he thinks the technical content is too low ?”
Minty's eyes lit up, and she slammed her small fist on the palm of her hand, "Yes, that's what he meant. How can someone as arrogant as V admit that he can't do it."
Damon coughed lightly: "You can make a bat dart with a rope yourself, but are you sure you can use it like Batman?"
Minty frowned, distressed: "I tried the rope dart, but I don't seem to have any talent for it."
Damon decisively interrupted her fantasy: "That thing is much more difficult than a gun. You start practicing now, and if you practice hard for another ten years, you may be able to reach Batman's current level."
Minty wasn't interested.
ten years? To practice the use of an assistive product? And it can be replaced by other things, which is really too luxurious.
Annoyed, she raised her hand to pick up the butterfly knife on the table, danced a few beautiful knife flowers in her hand, and threw it to the target ten meters away with a swish: "Is my flying knife enough?"
Damon shook his head with a smile, and continued to maintain the gun.
Minty lowered her head boredly, and posted a new post on her notebook, and soon she breathed a sigh of relief: "The two sets of battle armor only cost 500,000 yuan, and a batch of spare parts for the previous tools are included. The old rules are still keeping accounts."
Damon hummed, indicating that he understood, and buried himself in his work and stopped chatting.
…
After receiving the cargo list from Minty, Luke didn't pay much attention.
When he developed his own equipment in the past few months, he eliminated several plans.
Whether it's the cheap product that Damon wore in the first place, or the mid-range product that is going to be given to the father and daughter this time, they are all based on other ideas, which have nothing to do with the idea of Batman's armor.
Luke will not use these elimination plans anymore, and will use the waste to throw it to Damon and his daughter as a small benefit.
Just the various information provided to him by the father and daughter, especially the gang information in New York, Luke also felt that it was worth his "credit" strategy.
Because of transaction security issues, even if Damon and his daughter never thought of owing him money, most of the equipment used by the father and daughter is in an "unpaid" state.
How could Damon refuse when Luke asked for information that did not involve their personal privacy.
After finalizing another "emotional credit" business, Luke ate, trained and worked overtime, and everything was as usual.
And in the villa on Malibu Beach, Tony Stark was absent-mindedly perfunctory 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 Shareholders who are skeptical and demanding a review of the use of funds…”
Holding the wine glass in his hand, Tony took a sip absently: "Obi, when did I do research and they didn't point fingers? Don't worry, they will shut up obediently in the end."
The visitor was silent for a moment before saying, "At least what are you doing, can you get Pepper to make a report? Isn't that why you asked her to deal with these trivial matters?"
Tony was at a loss: "Ah, didn't I tell her?"
Visitors: "Tony, I've asked, and Pepper doesn't know what you're doing. You've been locking yourself in the villa every day, and I'm worried about you."
Tony smiled awkwardly: "Okay, maybe I forgot, I'll let Pepper make up the report. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, it's not good for my body, so let's go here first, Obi .”
The visitor nodded helplessly and stood up: "Okay, you should also pay attention to your health. Don't forget the report, I can't make up excuses for you every time, can I? Shareholders are very concerned about your research, and I can't fool you for long of."
Tony hugged the person's shoulders: "No problem, I'll let Pepper type up a project report."
After sending the visitor out of the living room, Tony turned around and went back to the basement, commanding: "Jarvis, send Pepper a message to revise the concept manual of my previous missile design, and give it to the group of people who have nothing to do and eat for nothing." shareholder."
"Of course, sir. But that statement is only a rough outline, and Miss Potts may not be able to hand over a complete project specification." A soft male voice sounded.
A young master curled his lips: "It's not that troublesome, the Jericho missile project is enough for those guys to shut up."