Chapter 1170 Controlled Nuclear Fusion! ?

Vincent and Hunter found a place to sit down in the hall. If it weren't for a few armed guards standing guard, MI6's headquarters would really be no different from an ordinary government department.

“Uncle Hunter, where are the top talents you mentioned?”

"Don't worry." Hunter pointed to the elevator entrance on the side of the lobby, "He will be here soon."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and a young man wearing high-power myopia glasses and a white coat timidly walked out of the elevator and looked around.

"Hey, William, this way!"

The young man looked in the direction of the voice and recognized Hunter waving at him, so he walked over cautiously.

He looks only a few years older than Vincent. Is he really a top talent in the fields of electrical engineering and chemistry?

William seemed a little overwhelmed by Hunter's warm hug, and it can be seen that he is a relatively introverted and shy person.

"Mr. Hunter, you're too... too hard..."

Hunter loosened his hands slightly, "William, no girl will like you if you are so shy."

He pinched William's shoulders and said, "You're too thin. You need to practice more."

"Um... Mr. Hunter, you know I don't have much time."

Vincent, who was standing by, couldn't help but look at them with a strange look in his eyes.

Is the reason why Hunter hasn't married at this age...

"William, come, let me introduce you."

Vincent suddenly became serious.

"He's Vincent Wayne, the son of an old friend of mine."

Hunter gently hit William's chest and said, "Vincent, William is the son of my old comrade. He is 10 years older than you. He received a bachelor's degree from the University of Bristol two years ago and a doctorate from the University of Cambridge last month."

It turned out to be the son of an old comrade-in-arms, and Vincent was completely relieved.

William looked up at Vincent, his face full of disbelief, "Um... hello, I'm William Snaith."

It is normal for a 15-year-old to be nearly 1 meters tall, but Vincent's appearance and body shape do not look like a 9-year-old child.

"Hello, Mr. Snaith."

William shyly shook hands with Vincent.

Hunter pointed to one of the passages in the hall, "You guys chat first, I'll go make some coffee."

Vincent smiled faintly and used his magic power to block the surrounding space. "Mr. Snaith, I'm developing a portable device that requires high-power electricity, but the materials currently available can't meet my output requirements. Do you have any solution?"

William, who was a little shy at first, suddenly became serious.

"Mr. Wayne, how much output power do you need?"

"Minimum output of 10 billion joules per second."

"what?"

After getting Vincent's confirmation, William continued to think seriously.

One billion joules is equivalent to the energy released by a typical lightning bolt in nature, which is approximately equal to 10 kilowatt-hours, or in layman's terms, 277.78 kilowatt-hours of electricity, which can be used by an average household for nearly a month.

Such a huge amount of electricity is consumed in one second. Not to mention the size of the battery, the material responsible for the output must be a superconductor, and it must also have extremely high thermal conductivity, high temperature resistance and mechanical strength.

Silicon carbide and boron nitride perform well in high-temperature environments, and the strength of zirconium oxide can also meet the requirements, but whether it can withstand such high-energy impact needs further verification.

A very bold idea suddenly popped up in William's mind. He stood up excitedly and said, "Mr. Wayne, are you going to research portable nuclear fusion equipment?!"

Hunter came back with three cups of hot coffee and was so scared that he almost dropped them on the ground.

Vincent nodded calmly. "So there's this plan. How could I have overlooked it?"

Hunter and William looked at him in horror.

Forget about nuclear fusion, but you even want to make it portable?

"Um..." William timidly took a sip of coffee, "Mr. Wayne, are you serious?"

Vincent stroked his chin and thought for a moment.

The biggest problems with nuclear fusion are temperature control and plasma confinement. The former can be maintained by magic, and the latter can be achieved through alchemy.

Materials that can withstand the release of 1 billion joules of energy per second can definitely become the structural materials of the reactor. The remaining problems, big and small, especially pollution problems, should be solved by magic or alchemy.

Controlled nuclear fusion is a milestone for mankind. Once achieved, it will be a powerful combination of technology and magic.

"I'm serious." Vincent raised his left hand and let a flame ignite at his fingertips. "Mr. Snaith, I am actually a wizard. Magic exists."

The sudden news made William dizzy. He looked at Hunter tentatively, and was petrified when he saw the other party nod.

He stared at the flame that kept leaping and deforming on Vincent's fingertips without blinking, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

It wasn't until the flames disappeared that William took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes.

"Magic..." he muttered softly, then shuddered violently.

For people engaged in scientific research, it is still too difficult for them to accept the existence of magic in a short period of time.

Hunter glared at Vincent with some resentment, blaming him for demonstrating magic to William without saying hello.

Vincent glared back at him, and Henry, thinking of himself running away last year, looked away guiltily.

After a cup of coffee, William finally calmed down a little.

However, there was no fear in his eyes when he looked at Vincent, only strong curiosity.

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"Mr. Wayne, can magic create an environment over 1 million degrees Celsius and maintain that temperature for a long time?"

"can."

"What about radiation? All existing materials will become brittle due to radiation. Can magic also solve this problem?"

"can."

"What about the confinement of the plasma?"

"can."

"What about the pollution produced by the nuclear fusion process? Can magic remove it?"

"can."

William asked a series of related questions, and Vincent's answers were all unanimous: yes.

Hunter on the side didn't understand at all, but he understood from William's increasingly excited expression that it was possible to achieve controlled nuclear fusion through magic.

No, it doesn’t even need to be realized. As long as we can overcome one or two of these difficult problems, human technology will usher in a leap forward.

Hunter looked at the two people who were still asking each other questions, then quietly got up and went to make three more cups of coffee.

He made a total of 7 cups of coffee in the afternoon, and until it got dark outside, William continued to ask Vincent various questions tirelessly.

"Ahem—" Hunter raised his hand and pointed at the watch on his wrist. "It's getting late, you two. Do you want to stay overnight at MI6 headquarters?"

William shook his head like a rattle.

Vincent didn't care. With the MI6's defense strength, no one could drive him out if he didn't want to leave.

Hunter ignored Vincent and took William's arm. "The agents here are always glancing at us from time to time. Let's go somewhere else."

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