Three black and solemn Audi cars started from the Super Technology Industrial Zone, drove towards Third Avenue, and headed back towards the Super Technology Building.
Haier pays special attention to its own safety issues. Each vehicle is modified, bulletproof and explosion-proof, with powerful propulsion, acceleration and fierce firepower.
On the surface, there were only three vehicles, but on the road back, every section with a slightly dangerous turn had combat personnel ready, disguised as ordinary vehicles, mixed in with the ordinary traffic and on guard, so that it was almost
Foolproof equipment that provides early warning of emergencies.
With this kind of careful preparation, arrangement, and extensive elimination of dangers, there was almost no danger.
Hale is not a playboy like Tony Stark, who spends his days drinking and fooling around with women.
With almost no contact with outsiders, coupled with strict danger prevention, security arrangements, and the strength and combat skills of his own human body, it is basically difficult to survive without an army of thousands of people and nuclear bombs exploding at his feet.
What's the danger?
Three black and solemn Audi cars drove through the constant flow of traffic.
Inside the vehicle in the middle.
Hal was sitting in the back seat, and projection information that only he could see appeared in his retina.
"Master, the Atomic Armor No. 1 prototype has been manufactured. It is initially equipped with five micro-atomic reactors for driving power, built-in gravity buffer, and general magnetic confinement plasma tools..."
Next to Natasha and another guard, they could only see Hale pointing his fingers in the air, but could not see the specific projection. After taking a look at Hale, they each went about their own work.
Haile's Tong Kong wears the latest retinal contact lens, and the projected image will only be displayed within his own line of sight. In the eyes of others, sometimes the BOSS's movements and behavior are a bit strange.
The blue projection of the Atomic Armor No. 1 prototype was rotating in front of Hail. The armor was slender and slender, with a unique mechanical beauty and sharpness. Detailed data was marked in many places. Hail slid his fingers to adjust the size of the projection, and finally determined
After modifying some small positions.
"Carry out application strength testing to detect the external weapon delivery efficiency of the application satellite." Haile said.
The Atomic Armor No. 1 prototype was originally relatively simple, with only a basic gravity control device and the application of laser. It was a waste of time to create a micro-atomic reactor. Once the micro-atomic reactor is completed, it can be assembled and tested directly.
Haier has mature technology and the most outstanding artificial intelligence on the planet. It can produce a simple prototype No. 1 without any major mistakes or difficulties.
Next, as long as it passes tests in various harsh environments such as pressure, freezing, flames, lava, etc., it can basically be used.
This Atomic Armor One prototype does not have many functions, but with the various external weapons launched by satellites, it should have no problem on earth.
Haier pondered for a moment about the shortcomings, arranged for Vivian to make the final adjustments, and then moved the progress of the test to the corner of his eye without paying too much attention.
Immediately, he opened the document sent by Natasha and the secretarial team, spent dozens of seconds skimming over some small financial matters that were insignificant to Haier, and marked the person in charge who should handle these matters.
Just resolve the major cooperation with some super technology groups.
I also communicated with Zhao Helen, the general person in charge of the medical rebirth plan, about the implementation of the medical rebirth plan, and started to solve some problems, but after ten minutes, I closed the email.
Just when Haile finished some daily maintenance work and wanted to lean back on the chair and close his eyes to take a rest, the guard next to him raised a vigilant voice with a stern look on his face.
"BOSS, there's a situation." The guard next to Haile, Andy, looked stern and said warily: "There is someone waiting at the side door of the podium. According to Vivian's big data, it is a man named: Wilson Grant
·Fisk, a gangster known as Kingpin.
Next to him was a mysterious mercenary. I met him once on a mission. His cruelty impressed me deeply. He single-handedly slaughtered an elite tactical team of twenty people in the jungle with knives and arrows.
"
Haile has seven guard captains to protect him in his daily life. In order to ensure that each guard captain will not lose his sense of danger due to being in the city for too long, basically every time, a guard captain is replaced.
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Arnold has returned to his base in Africa and has begun his regular work as a mercenary.
Andy has grown up in a war-torn place since he was a child, and has an unusual sense of danger. He is also a guard captain who is not inferior to Arnold.
He has experienced many wars since he was a child. He has been pulled and fought by small teams on the battlefield, and has walked through the hail of bullets. He is a master of battlefield tactics. His outstanding tactical qualities have earned him a reputation.
But this mysterious mercenary still left a deep impression on him. Although the mission was completed that time, the loss of personnel was the worst.
There was only one enemy, and he used knives, materials and flying arrows in the jungle to massacre an elite tactical team of twenty people.
Being able to single-handedly massacre an elite tactical team of twenty people with knives and arrows in the jungle is obviously no longer an ordinary person.
Haile mobilized the camera at the side door of the podium building, and a clear picture was projected in his line of sight. The side entrance of the podium building was sparsely populated. Under normal circumstances, Haile would not enter or exit through the gate of the super technology building. Most of them would enter and exit through various side doors. Not only was it safe,
It also saves a lot of trouble caused by reporters and some people who are hiding behind their own skin.
A section of the road at the side entrance of the podium has been sealed, waiting for the entry of Haier vehicles.
At the entrance, Jinji's figure that looked like two people was very conspicuous. Next to him, stood a man in a black windbreaker, with a medium build, a lean face, and eyes flashing with indifference to life.
, a person who looks like he should not be approached by strangers.
"Natasha, who is he?" Hal asked.
Natasha was silent for a moment.
Boss, I'm just a secretary.
I'm not an agent. Why do you keep asking me?
Looking at the tablet Andy stretched out and the picture captured by the camera, she could only say helplessly: "I'll ask my friend."
Soon, she asked her 'friend' on her laptop and got the man's information.
"Bullseye, real name: Lester, is a professional killer with a volatile temperament, cruelty, and suspected mental illness. He served as a soldier at the U.S. military base in Nicaragua and later became an agent of the National Security Agency. Because of his restraint
Standard rules and the problem of having funds from unknown sources, escaping from the security agency and becoming a professional killer."
Hal nodded.
"Let them in."
This chapter has been completed!