Chapter 660 - Friendship Tab, and What Is the Bigshot Doing?
One of the advantages of Claire going to the police academy to experience the life of a student was that Luke and Selina now had more time on their hands.
That day, he was watching the news while cooking when he suddenly received a message.
Luke raised an eyebrow, wiped his hands, and opened it.
It still looked like a meaningless jumble of characters to outsiders. Luke deciphered it after a quick glance, and couldn’t help but laugh. “This father and daughter pair; why are you joining in on the fun here? Wait, Damon’s equipment…”
Luke patted his forehead helplessly; only then did he remember that Damon’s black armor and cape did look like Batman’s.
Thankfully, Damon’s whereabouts weren’t hard to pin down. Since he was on the east coast, he probably wouldn’t be suspected of being Batman. But someone might suspect that they were connected to Batman.
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After pondering for a long while, Luke sent a reply.
In Damon’s house in New Jersey, Mindy jumped up and ran over to her laptop to open a post.
She similarly didn’t need a secret code to decipher the message. She sighed in disappointment. “Dad, V replied.”
Damon, who was cleaning his gun, asked without raising his head, “What did he say?” “He can supply armor that’s 70% as bulletproof as Batman’s. He hasn’t studied the flying cape yet. He’s not interested in making bat darts or rope,” Mindy said, looking depressed.
What she valued the most were the bat darts and the super cool cape.
She already had battle armor from V, which was good enough.
Damon’s armor had also been specially made by V; he would be able to withstand seven to eight hits, as long as it wasn’t in the same spot, and he just needed to replace the hit plates later.
These bulletproof vests were enough to satisfy most of their needs. After all, nobody would stand around to be shot from head to toe.
Damon paused and thought for a moment, before he nodded. “Then order one for each of us. After all, it’s quite troublesome to keep changing the plates. Oh, right, tell him to change my armor to gray and modify the helmet; I don’t want pointy ears.”
Mindy burst out laughing, knowing that her father no longer wanted her to think that he was a copycat.
Damon shook his head helplessly. “Fine, are you done? Look, V didn’t make those things.”
Mindy tilted her head. “That doesn’t mean that he can’t, right?”
Damon again put down the parts in his hands. “He said that the armor can give us 70% of the effect, hasn’t studied the cape, and isn’t interested in the bat darts?”
Rubbing his chin, he said, “So, he might have better armor, but can’t give it to us. He might be able to make a cape, but just hasn’t worked in that direction. He can make bat darts, but thinking they’re too simple?”.
Mindy’s eyes lit up, and she clenched her fists. “That’s right, that’s exactly what he meant. How can someone as proud as V admit that he can’t do it?”
Damon coughed. “You can make your own bat dart with a rope, but are you sure you can use it as freely as Batman?”
Mindy frowned in vexation. “I tried a rope dart before, but I don’t think I have any talent for
it.”
Damon decisively crushed her fantasy. “That thing is much harder to use than a gun. If you start practicing now, you might be as good as Batman in another ten years.” Mindy lost interest.
Ten years? To practice the use of a support item? Furthermore, she could always replace it with something else. It was too extravagant.
Annoyed, she picked up the butterfly knife on the table and threw it at a target ten meters away. “Do I have enough daggers?” Damon shook his head with a smile and continued cleaning his gun.
Mindy lowered her head listlessly and sent out a new post on her laptop. She soon heaved a sigh of relief. “Two sets of armor will only cost 500,000, and it’ll come with a bunch of spare parts for our current equipment. Same as always, he’ll put it on our tab.”
Damon just hummed in acknowledgement and didn’t say anything else as he focused on his task.
Luke didn’t think too much about Mindy’s order.
When he was developing his own equipment in the last few months, he had crossed out various options.
Whether it was the cheap product that Damon had worn at the very beginning or the mid-range goods that he would be giving the father and daughter this time, they were all different ideas that had nothing to do with Batman.
Luke wasn’t going to use this “leftovers” approach anymore, and was going to give Damon and Mindy some benefits.
He felt that the information which the father and daughter had given him, especially the intel on gangs in New York, was worth letting them run up a tab.
Because of security reasons, even if Damon and Mindy didn’t want to owe him money, most of the equipment they were using had yet to be paid for.
When Luke wanted information that had nothing to do with their own private affairs, how could Damon refuse?
After sorting out yet another “friendship tab” transaction, Luke ate, trained and worked overtime as usual.
In a Malibu villa, Tony Stark was absentmindedly brushing someone off in the living room. The man said earnestly, “Tony, you’ve mobilized a lot of resources from the research department in the last few days. I’m not trying to stop your new research project, but suddenly mobilizing these resources without an explanation or a notification will make the shareholders suspicious, and they’ll want to investigate the use of the funds…”
Tony absentmindedly took a sip of his wine. “Obi, when have they ever not criticized my research? Don’t worry, they’ll shut up in the end.”
After a brief silence, the person said, “Can you at least get Pepper to report what you’re doing? Didn’t you hire her to deal with small things like this?”
Tony was at a loss. “Huh? I didn’t tell her?”
The person said, “Tony, I asked, and Pepper doesn’t know what you’re doing. You’ve been holed up in the villa every day recently. I’m worried about you.”
Tony smiled awkwardly. “Alright, I might have been too busy that I forgot. I’ll have Pepper put a report together. I haven’t had breakfast yet. That’s not good for the body. Let’s call it a day, Obi.”
The person nodded helplessly and got up. “Fine, you have to take care of yourself. Don’t forget the report; I can’t keep making excuses for you every time, right? The shareholders are very concerned about your research. I can’t keep them in the dark for long.”
Tony put his arm around the man’s shoulders. “No problem. I’ll have Pepper put the project report together.”
After seeing the man out of the living room, Tony turned around and returned to the basement. He said, “Jarvis, send a message to Pepper. Modify the concept manual for my previous cruise missile proposal and give that to that useless bunch.”
“Yes, sir. But that manual is only a rough framework. Miss Potts may not be able to hand over a complete proposal.” A gentle male voice rang out.
The bigshot snorted. “It’s not that troublesome. The Jericho missile project will be enough to shut those guys up.”
