Chapter 1183 Type A Ball

While the attention of the wizarding world was all drawn to the meeting of the International Confederation of Wizards, the first high-level meeting of the Order of Orders was successfully concluded.

It is unknown whether the four branch heads reached a conclusion, but from the hostile looks they gave each other when they left, it can be seen that even if there was a conclusion, it would not satisfy them all.

200 meters underground in the headquarters, Vincent was observing the operation of the second batch of puppets.

Unlike the first batch of golems that strictly followed instructions to transform the headquarters, the second batch of golems were more anthropomorphic in size and appearance, and their joint flexibility was the same as that of humans, but that was all.

Without clear instructions, the puppets will remain motionless. They have no independent consciousness, will not act independently, and will not even make mistakes.

Unless it is given a soul through black magic, or it is artificial intelligence...

Vincent shook his head and threw these two dangerous thoughts out of his mind.

The omnic crisis in The Terminator is scary enough. If magic is added to it, no matter how many Horcruxes Noshy creates, they will all be doomed.

--Eh?

Vincent's eyes suddenly lit up.

The puppet will only strictly follow instructions or be manipulated by his magic power. The puppet is a medium and can be seen as an extension of him.

Vincent was very proactive and started the test right away.

It's okay to control one puppet at a time, but two are a bit difficult, and three is already the limit.

"If we change to a simpler structure..."

Vincent took off his coat and instantly entered R&D mode.

After a whole day of hard work, he created a small silver metal ball that was slightly smaller than a glass marble.

He named it Type A ball, A being taken from Area, meaning that the range of activities of Type A ball belongs to his area.

Although it is slightly smaller than a glass bead, it is actually equipped with a suspension device, a small thruster, a mini magic projector, a magic beam launcher, etc.

The A-type balls slowly rose under Vincent's magical control, and a crack suddenly appeared on their silvery surfaces, projecting another Vincent.

It was more than just a projection. The A-type balls surrounded him under his control, forming a 360-degree barrier with no blind spots through the diffusion and combination of magic light beams.

Then, they transformed from spheres into darts, which, accelerated by small thrusters, penetrated deeply into the thick metal walls.

There are many things that the Type A ball can do, such as stealth tracking, long-range surveillance, precision strikes, fire coverage, etc.

After replacing the puppets with small balls, Vincent barely felt tired after manipulating 14 of them at the same time.

The thing is good, but the cost is a bit high. After all, it uses the most advanced alchemical technology and a mithril shell.

Vincent took off the magic communicator on his wrist and let the A-type balls stick to each other to form a bracelet.

He shook his wrist vigorously to make sure it wouldn't fall off before transferring the data from the magic communicator into the bracelet.

Everything works fine, the A-type ball is really versatile.

When the cost comes down, it will become the fourth general equipment of the Daixuhui.

Over the next few days, Vincent spent time perfecting the A-ball.

On August 8, Hunter brought good news. William accidentally discovered that graphite contains a single-layer hexagonal honeycomb lattice. Its unique structure allows electric carriers to move freely in the plane and transmit current to the entire material.

Because the scattering between carriers is very small and the transmission distance is very long, the resistance of this single-layer hexagonal honeycomb lattice is very small and the conductivity is very good.

Hunter spoke a lot of professional terms, which made Vincent stunned.

I knew nothing about this before, how come I suddenly became a semi-expert?

Hunter repeated himself, and Vincent was finally convinced that he was reading from a script.

Single-layer hexagonal honeycomb lattice...this thing seems a little familiar.

Vincent suddenly slapped his forehead. This is not a thing, it is the king of new materials - graphene!

It has extremely strong electrical conductivity, thermal conductivity and mechanical properties, and is a core material in the fields of electronic information, new energy, national defense science and technology, etc.

If he remembered correctly, graphene should have been discovered after 2000. Unexpectedly, it was discovered earlier because of his plan to develop a Dominator pistol for Muggles.

"Hey, kid, are you listening to me?"

"Yes, yes, I'll be right there."

"Come here? Do you know where I am?"

Hunter, who was far away at Catterick Barracks in North Yorkshire, England, looked at the hung up mobile phone in silence.

A few seconds later, he stared with wide eyes at the black and white vortex that suddenly appeared in front of him. He was startled by Vincent's appearance.

"Are you crazy?" Hunter quickly pulled him into the dormitory building next door.

"This is the largest army base in the UK. It is also home to the Intelligence Corps, the Royal Lancaster Regiment, the Royal Yorkshire Regiment, and the Royal Military Police. If you are discovered—"

"If I'm discovered, the old men in the military will cut you into pieces, right?"

Hunter's face darkened. "Even knowing this, you're still so high-profile?"

Vincent blinked his big eyes and said, "Uncle Hunter, I'm already very low-key."

Hunter rubbed his brows and said, "Then you don't have to be so anxious, right? William is still in the MI6 laboratory."

"Oh." Vincent thought for a moment and raised his caduceus. "Uncle Hunter, wait for me a moment."

After saying that, he disappeared into the black and white vortex again.

Hunter was confused. After all, this was an army base. Was it a place where people could come and go as they pleased?

Half an hour later, Vincent came back.

"where did you go?"

"Get a certificate."

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Hunter stared blankly at the British Intelligence Agency special adviser ID he showed him.

"It's quite realistic, even has special markings. Where did you get that fake ID?"

Vincent put away his ID and raised his chin slightly. "Uncle Hunter, I've already met the Queen and the Prime Minister. Do I still need a fake ID?"

Hunter twitched his lips suddenly, and said sourly, "I'm just kidding."

Vincent raised his hand and put it on his shoulder, "Uncle Hunter, we are about to leave."

"Let's go? Let's go—"

Before he could utter the last syllable, he disappeared in the vortex of black and white.

The appearance of the followers would be accompanied by severe dizziness. Hunter was a soldier, so thanks to his strong physical fitness, he was not affected at all.

He appeared near the MI6 headquarters in the blink of an eye. If it weren't for the loud black and white vortex, it would have been a perfect teleportation.

After Vincent and Hunter entered the headquarters, they showed their ID cards and took the elevator to the underground laboratory where William was.

There are many researchers in the laboratory, each of them has his own laboratory bench, and they are all busy with their own work.

Through the transparent tempered glass, the two could see William heating the graphite, as if trying to peel something out.

He was so focused that he didn't notice the two people coming.

When graphite is heated to 2400 degrees, a thermal decomposition reaction occurs inside it, causing it to pulverize and fall off into a large number of fine grains.

William put the crystal grains under the microscope and observed them for a long time, muttering to himself, "High-temperature oxidation generates new crystals, but why is its hexagonal structure destroyed?"

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