Chapter 788: Submachine guns and Gatling guns are outdated

Rita and Guffey stared blankly at Vincent turning off the projection screen of the magic communicator.

"You two are both smart people. You should understand what kind of changes it will bring to the media industry, right?"

Gu Fei suddenly came to his senses. "Mr. Wayne - no, Boss, you are undoubtedly a top alchemist, but can it really achieve global communication, and even -"

"Guffey!" Rita interrupted him sharply, "Since our boss is capable of creating such a groundbreaking invention, he is also capable of spreading it to every corner of the world."

She showed an extremely flattering expression, "Boss, we will set up a broadcasting company as soon as possible and faithfully carry out all your orders."

Vincent's mouth curled up slightly.

Rita is becoming more and more clever now, and I'm afraid she has completely figured out his temper.

"Although the broadcasting company is a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises, I will not interfere too much in its normal development."

Gu Fei understood immediately and showed the same flattering expression, "Boss, Wayne Broadcasting Company will definitely develop into an industry giant in a short period of time, I promise!"

They are all smart people and they all know what to do.

"I'll wait and see." Vincent waved at the two of them and continued to improve the production line of the magic base station.

He was not worried at all that the two would betray him.

Rita and Guffey had long been thorns in the side of the Ministry of Magic. From the moment they entered the alchemy factory, they had no way out.

After working until 8 o'clock in the evening, the first production line was finally completed.

But this is not enough.

It takes only half a month to produce thousands of magic base stations with extremely precise internal structures. Even if production is carried out non-stop for 24 hours, at least 20 production lines are needed.

From 0 to 1 is often the most difficult, while from 1 to 2 is much easier.

After these three or four days of hard work, I should be able to set out to lobby the magical governments in Europe.

As soon as Vincent returned home, Eric, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, gave him good news.

The first prototype of Bugatti's new car has been completely landed, and engineers are conducting a series of tests.

"Dad, why don't we go on vacation to Italy early?"

Eric approached him with a suspicious look on his face, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you worried about something else?"

Vincent was not embarrassed at all when he was found out. "Yes, I plan to broadcast this year's Quidditch World Cup."

A few days ago, he was still worried about whether he would be discovered by the Ministry of Magic, but now he dares to show up to the outside world in a high-profile manner.

"Aren't you afraid that group of people will have bad intentions towards your magic communicator?"

"Don't be afraid. I will chop off the hand of anyone who dares to raise his hand."

Eric's face was filled with relief, "What if it's the Ministry of Magic?"

Vincent's eyes were extremely sharp, but he had a gentle smile on his face. "No exceptions, and I have already dug a trap for them."

"Very good." Eric stood up and patted his shoulder. "Your mother and I can't help you with matters in the wizarding world, but if you need anything, you must tell us."

Vincent fell silent.

Compared with alchemical products, magic base stations and magic communicators are undoubtedly a bigger and more tempting piece of cake.

He was not worried about those sneaky dark wizards. On the contrary, he was more worried about how low the bottom line of the magical governments of various countries could go.

Not to mention the distant past, the British Ministry of Magic led by Fudge is shameless enough, and it will only become more shameless if the magic base station is under his control.

Propaganda of his "great achievements" around the clock?

No, it's 7/24.

If such a power-hungry person knew that Vincent had left a back door, he would definitely try every means to eliminate the threat.

"Dad, I really need something that only you can get."

Eric's eyes became alert, "Tell me first."

Vincent cleared his throat and rattled off a long list of weapons.

Submachine guns and Gatling guns are outdated. Now is the era of hot weapons, and long-range guided missiles are a necessity.

Now that we have missiles, there is no reason not to have a few matching vehicles.

At least there should be one for each of the ones that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water, right?

"Stop, stop, stop!" Eric rubbed his swollen temples, "What do you want these things for? Are you planning to occupy the Ministry of Magic?"

Vincent put on a harmless face and said, "I have to prepare some small things to protect myself."

He pulled his old father to sit on the sofa and said, "Don't worry, Dad. My alchemy skills are very powerful now. As long as I finish the replica, I will return it to you intact."

Eric rolled his eyes and said, "Brat, don't think I don't know that you are on guard against the stupid minister of your wizarding world."

He waved his hand gently, "Forget it, I also feel that it would be more reassuring if I had something to protect myself."

Vincent's eyes lit up, "Dad, can you get the most advanced one?"

Eric gritted his teeth, "What do you think?"

"Long live daddy!"

Vincent slipped away before his iron palm could land.

"Brat!" Eric cursed with a smile.

He looked at his son's back as he ran upstairs and shook his head with some emotion.

Three years passed in a flash. The boy has grown up and his abilities have become more and more powerful.

He moved to the phone and dialed a number skillfully.

"Hello, it's me, help me prepare something..."

After dawn,

A large truck was parked in front of Wayne's house, which was rare.

When Vincent went downstairs, Eric and two bodyguards had already unloaded the goods.

"Boy, this is the first batch. The bigger ones will come in a few days."

As expected of a former elite captain of the special forces, he got the job done in just one night.

"Dad, my admiration for you is like the Thames, flowing endlessly, and like the Ganges, overflowing, unstoppable..."

Eric held his head high and looked like he was enjoying it very much.

Even though he always felt something was odd.

"Dad, let me carry them upstairs first."

“Do you need help—” Eric stared with wide eyes as he stared at Vincent carrying a three-meter-long wooden box with one hand.

The stuff inside weighed at least two hundred pounds in total. When they were unloading it just now, the two bodyguards had to work hard for a while using magic.

Lift it with one hand? This is too magical!

Moreover, he did not even feel red in the face or out of breath after finishing the move. I am afraid that even the British strongman cannot do this.

Eric thought back to the wizards he had met.

Mag, who can transform into a cat, is the vice-president. Unfortunately, we have rarely seen her perform magic, so we don’t know how powerful she is.

Rita... is a worthless person.

Although Sam is a funny Auror, his magical ability is quite strong and he can kill the two bodyguards at home in seconds.

As for my own son...

Eric went upstairs and into Vincent's room.

Several large boxes had been unpacked and their contents were neatly laid out on the floor.

"Dad? What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask how strong your magic is right now."

Vincent was silent for a moment. "If it's a head-on fight, I should be slightly stronger than Sam."