Chapter 269 I want to build a second-generation Sentinel but I can't understand the diagram

In fact, what William wanted to build the most was the second generation of Sentinel. The cracking of the transformation gene made the second generation of Sentinel robots not only able to transform into anyone's appearance at will,

At the same time, they do not have any metal in their bodies. As long as they imitate the skeleton, they can safely pass any security check without fear of suspicion.

They also have advanced intelligence, super strong resistance to attack, flying ability, great strength, fast speed, and the body can be transformed into any weapon at will. When they transform into human appearance, they are definitely the best bodyguards and assassins.

The only problem is that when William thought about the completely cracked gene map of Mystique in his mind, he was dumbfounded. After reading it for a long time, he could not understand the meaning of genetics at all, which made William feel disappointed.

At this time, William realized that he was not a genius at all, he was just a hanger-on.

Alas, if you can't understand it, you can only learn it slowly.

The Sentinels without transformation ability and superpowers are not comparable to the Iron Man Suit.

So William could only give up the second generation of Sentinels with better concealment, and settle for the Iron Man Suit as a second choice.

With the help of Sunday, mechanical things will always succeed even if they copy and assemble one part at a time.

First, build the Mark 2. After a successful one, he gained some experience. Then he built the portable Mark 5. After building them one by one, William didn't believe that he couldn't build the nano-style Mark 50.

As for the mechanical beauty, William didn't care. He built the suit just for the safety of himself and his mother.

While building the Mark suit, he learned the Sentinel technology. After mastering it, he could even use the Sentinel's self-repair technology and superpowers in the Iron Suit.

However, there was a big trouble waiting for William in reality. With the current server hardware level in 2000, he had to spend a lot of money to build a server to run the suit.

Maybe even if he spent all his cash, it might not be enough. Thinking of this, William couldn't help but get angry.

Damn it, the result of thinking about it was this. It seemed that it was not so easy to use the Mark suit in a short time. This conclusion made William very annoyed, and he kicked the car body fiercely.

With a "bang", he kicked a hole near the accelerator of the Aston Martin DB7 that he had bought less than a month ago.

Fortunately, the brakes and steering wheel were not broken. William hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road and turned off the engine. He sat in the driver's seat and calmed down for a few minutes before calming down his irritable heart.

Reality gave William a blow, making him very helpless. He finally understood the sadness and helplessness of the world's overall technology not keeping up with his ideas, as Tony's father left him in the movie.

Since the Mark suit and the second-generation Sentinel could not be made in a short time, William could only consult someone he could trust, "On Sunday, help me call Winston."

A dozen seconds later, Winston's hearty laughter came from the Bluetooth headset: "Hello, William, how do you have time to call me."

"Good morning, uncle, it should be morning, I just saw a few Patek Philippe watches when I was shopping, they looked good, so I wanted to ask you if you like metal straps or leather straps," William lied shamelessly, thinking that he would go to Patek Philippe to buy a limited edition and send it to him, so as not to be laughed at next time.

"Thank you. Okay, little guy, I know you are just perfunctory. Tell me what's going on. I know you must have something to call me." Although Winston's words were blaming, William could hear that Winston's tone was very kind. Maybe William called him and made him feel good.

"NO, I am indeed thinking of giving you a watch, and I also want to ask you something. Uncle, do you have anyone you can trust to be my mother's bodyguard?"

"Well," Winston's gentle tone immediately turned cold, "What happened?"

William hurriedly denied, "No, no, don't worry, uncle, my mother and I are fine, but I may have a lot of business moves in the next few days, and the amount involved will be very large, so I want to find a bodyguard in advance to avoid being in a hurry when there is a problem."

"It's good that you are fine," Winston's tone became gentle again. After thinking for a while, he said, "I do have a suitable person, but I don't know if you have any other opinions on people of color."

"Oh my god, uncle, have you stayed in the hotel for too long? Neither of us is white, do you think I care about skin color?" William asked unhappily.

"Haha, don't be angry, kid, I heard a rumor recently that the Chinese despise all foreigners who are not from their own country or descendants. The reason why they have not been noticed by everyone is that they hide it well and don't show it. You are half Chinese, so I asked you first."

William thought to himself, 'Is there such a saying? 'He smiled and shook his head and said, "Don't worry, I don't care about those, I only care about relatives and useful people."

"That's good, the person I introduce to you is Robert McCall, a retired member of the Black Commando who pretended to be dead. He now lives in Boston and works as a loader in a large hardware supermarket.

His experience and skills are top-notch. With McCall and a few assistants, there will be no problem protecting Lina."

William had some impression of the Black Commando. It seemed that they were specifically protecting important people and fighting against those armed thugs who carried pineapples and shouted to see the desert god.

"That commando team from the Central Bureau? Would a person who pretends to be dead and retired come out to live a life on the edge of danger? Uncle, can't you introduce someone more reliable? I don't want to find a bodyguard and end up looking for Jiandie."

Winston could not help but cursed when his most valued nephew complained: "Idiot, who am I? I am the general manager of the Continental Hotel. Caution is the basis for survival. You and Lina are my only relatives. Will I introduce you to someone with problems?

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Think about what I just said to you. McCall is a black man. Do you think a black man who retires by pretending to be dead will have a good life in the Secret Service? Will he work for America after retiring for a few years?"

"Well, it makes sense when you put it that way. Okay, I apologize, uncle. Then when can I meet this master named McCall?"

"I will send you McCall's phone number later. I have some friendship with him. He should not refuse my invitation, but you'd better go and meet him yourself. Some people with great abilities don't only value money."

William chuckled. If money is not important, then name or ethnicity is important. "I see. I am setting up the Devonshire Family Trust Fund. If McCall agrees to protect my mother, I will consider making the foundation's charity objects more inclined towards African Americans."

"Hehe, very good, child, the human heart is the best bond and weapon. Come to New York to watch the game with me when you are free. Finally, I like leather watch straps, and I only like retro ones. Remember?"

"No problem, uncle, I promise to personally pick out a few of my favorites for you and send them to you for you to choose. Even if you don't like it, you must wear it because this is my first gift to you, haha."

"Okay, as long as you like it, child, I promise that even if I don't like it, I will pretend to like it. Finally, William, the first gift you gave me was the urine you peed on my clothes when you were a baby. Bye, my dear nephew."

After hanging up the phone, William went to the Patek Philippe store to pick out a few retro watches he liked. After swiping the card, he filled in the recipient Winston and the address of the Continental Hotel in New York.