Transformed Marvel Genius

The meeting procedure at the prison mansion is more complicated. After Anna agreed to meet with Dr. Octavius, she still had to go through the above arrangement and waited for three days.

Put this down first, and Norman Osborn woke Anna early in the morning, during which he accidentally mentioned the code he saw on the screen.

Anna perfunctory, that is the infrasound defense network detection system, which detects whether there is unauthorized entry, whether it is carrying a gun, whether it looks like a bad person or a good person, etc. There are a total of eight items. Yes means 1, and no means 0.

And Gordon Fraley is not a strange mutant except that he has no guns, and he has all the other six.

No wonder the infrasound defense network was activated directly.

Short Legs felt that Norman Osborn had an Oedipus plot. When this guy saw Anna, he was like a child who behaved in front of his mentor, and he wanted to show Anna a new product.

"Anna Hansen, this is a robot I designed based on your robot skeleton drawings. The main customer is NASA."

Having said that, Norman Osborn stood aside like a good baby, and let the old man from Mediterranean let him explain various parameters for Anna.

In a word, it is Barabara's various performance indicators like robot compressive strength, vacuum operation, heat resistance, and radiation protection.

After speaking, the old Mr. Mediterranean retreated to the computer and continued to adjust the robot parameters.

Norman Osborn walked out, his big face occupying the entire screen, looking at those eyes, these eyebrows.

Anna understood in seconds.

Just expecting Anna to say, "Osborn, you did a good job, I'm optimistic about you."

This evaluation is hard to say.

Tang Yuan Jing tilted her head and asked Norman Osborn to move closer to the screen, looking left and right at the robot

It's pretty good. It's painted and it's still environmentally friendly.

The appearance is ok, referring to the Star Wars White Stormtrooper armor, which is very technological.

Nodding his head, he hugged the bottle with his short legs and said, "Mr. Osborn, how old is your son."

At this time, Harry Osborn was only twelve years old, a young lady.

Norman Osborn is very satisfied with his children. He feels that his children are just a little bit worse than Anna in their IQ.

"Mr. Osborn!" Short Leg made a speech.

Norman Osborn on the other side of the screen straightened his back. He really felt that he designed it well.

The Mediterranean next to him also stopped the keyboard. He was very curious about the short legs, and also cared about Anna's evaluation.

"Well...it's your son's birthday in two days, Mr. Osborn. Buy your son a lightsaber and set it up as a set of Jedi Knights. I think your son will like it very much."

"May the force be with you, Amen." Little Short Leg made a cross in front of him with his chubby hand, as if he had something to say.

She covered her forehead, she was so disappointed, she felt like the mud couldn't support the wall.

At a glance, she could see many problems.

Norman Osborn froze on the spot.

The old Mr. Mediterranean jumped up, threw off his white coat, and slammed it on the table. The coffee cup on the table jumped up, and the coffee spilled from the cup and sprinkled on the keyboard.

That fierce attitude made the round face with short legs shrink back half a meter.

Huh... Tang Yuan Jing had a look of disgust on her face. It was the first time she saw an old man spewing saliva from the screen.

"It's too bullying, Mr. Osborn. This is my 7*18-hour work week. What is she doing, taking our money and eating milk powder?"

Norman Osborn persuades the old Mediterranean gentleman.

The short legs wiped his face with a tissue, subconsciously, and then rubbed his neck with his chubby hand: "Mr. Mediterranean, I know you, you designed a deep sea for James Cameron (that movie director) two years ago. Caterpillar."

The old Mediterranean gentleman is about to attack, deep sea caterpillar?

The so-called deep-sea caterpillar with short legs has dived through the Mariana Trench and once reached a depth of 11 kilometers.

"Mr. Mediterranean, can you check the buffer allowance?"

The old man wanted to refute, but the short legs spoke again. She asked the assistant to load the robot with 200 kilograms and squat in lunges.

The short legs look like I'm very professional, so you have to be convinced. The old gentleman didn't have time to talk, so he was led by Anna's nose.

"Knock the knee joint at a 45-degree angle to the horizontal plane, from the back of the knee to the front of the knee, with a 100-gram small hammer."

thump...

After knocking it, the old man was stunned. He saw the problem, the knee joint was loose.

"Knock three more times."

dong dong dong...

Boom!

The two-meter-tall metal robot lost one of its legs, lost its balance, and fell. The entire lower body fell into pieces. The upper body sat directly on the ground. Under the load of 200 kilograms, the upper body, including the manipulator, shoulders, and chest collapsed.

Inside the laboratory, wires, motors, and gyroscopes are scattered all over the place.

There was only one complete metal head left, which kept sparking.

A 100-gram small hammer will knock out $5 million? !

Trash!

Through the screen, you can see Norman Osborn's charcoal face, and his heart is even darker. If it weren't for the rule of law now, he would directly drag the people in the laboratory out and chop them up and feed them to the dogs.

It's a shame to lose a lot of hair.

Several employees are in a panic all day long. At this time, no matter how low their emotional intelligence is, everyone knows that the boss is about to get angry.

You can feel the oppression across the screen.

Little Short Legs doesn't care about this, her mission has been completed.

Anna sent an email to Norman Osborn: "The above materials and parts will be ready within three days."

Norman Osborn glanced at the robot's accessories: "Anna, give us a little time, Osborne can do it~www.NovelMTL.com~Clap, Short Legs turned off the video.

Anna felt that if Osborn could do it well, it would take five years.

With that little time, I even created a light energy weapon, so I'm still waiting for him! ! !

She opened the small book and looked at it.

The electromagnetic bomb has been painted out.

The electric pulse bomb was also wiped out.

Level 8 railguns, infrasound defense networks, and 315-band decoders are all crossed out.

There is one more horizontal line below the universal frequency simulator, which means it is not completed.

Turning the page, holding a marker, tick the exoskeleton armor.

Turning the page again, seeing the cradle regeneration plan, scratching his head and thinking about it, it seems that Zhao Hailun's cradle plan can be done.

He called Zhao Helen: "Dr. Helen, I'll give you a lot of money."

Zhao Helen...

When Anna proposed the 50 million US dollar national debt, Zhao Hailun was silent for a long time, as if she was crying poor with some chubby man.

"Helen Zhao, do you want it?!"

The short legs are getting impatient. Now she is the uncle. You Zhao Hailun still haven't come up to pick up the guests?

Zhao Helen...

Asking the source, the U.S. Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, Super High, if Zhao Hailun changes her nationality, she also thinks about the research project agency.

The source of funds is no problem, the payment method is no problem, and the short legs seem to be sincere, but the problem is...

Hailun Zhao is afraid that Maya Hansen will set up a trap!

Nothing else, just sue her for defrauding children... She is so poor now that she sells her daughter, and another court summons to defraud children's labor income by disgraceful means, even the final dignity of a scientist will be lost.

The risk is too great.