Mercer spoke eloquently: "The automatic gun on the Demon Lizard locks onto its target at a speed determined by the human brain, while this armor allows a person to achieve speeds far beyond that of an ordinary Sianwistan user.
And the built-in mini-missiles also struggle to lock onto the armor user in a state of rapid motion.
In other words, in front of V today, the Demon Lizard could be called a living target—even the Chimera Main Battle Tank is the same."
"Of course, considering that I received quite a bit of investment from the Netherworld Dog for the design and development of this armor, for five million euros, I can customize a set for you, named 'Mao Jun'."
After Mercer finished speaking, Hansen fell silent, staring intently at Mercer, but in the end, he just nodded and shifted the topic: "What about armor like Miss Rebecca's?"
"This set I call the Tank, as the name suggests, its combat philosophy is for the user to charge like a tank on the ground, crushing non-heavy units."
Mercer continued to explain the Tank's data, and finally gave a quote: "And the price of this single soldier armor is two million Euros."
"Great, I'll take both of them."
Hansen made a decision.
But then, he smiled and said to Mercer: "I'll purchase the raw materials, and the assembly will take place in the stadium—with you personally leading the team for production.
Let's start with two sets of equipment, and I'll see how they perform."
After speaking, Hansen paused, smiled, and said: "And as a reward, I'll provide you with a bonus totaling three million Euros as a reward for your contribution to the Netherworld Dog as the equipment development design director.
Also, once the development of the two sets of equipment is complete, I'll personally host a celebratory banquet for you at the Gem Cyan to award you the first Honorary Medal of the Netherworld Dog, I guarantee all the big figures in town will attend then."
Mercer tilted his head slightly, not replying immediately, while Hansen continued to smile, watching the red glow of the camera in Mercer's helmet.
The oppressive silence lasted only two or three seconds before Mercer chuckled and said: "No problem, let's assemble it in the workshop. I'll remotely guide the designers during the work, which will save me some time as well.
But if that's the case, why not take it a step further and start developing the accompanying weaponry too? I'll provide you with a list of materials then."
"Alright, as long as the design and development are in the stadium, I won't limit your budget this time."
Hansen agreed readily, but then suddenly changed the topic: "I guess this time quite a few people have contacted you about the equipment?"
"Indeed, quite a few." Mercer chuckled lightly and said: "Kangtao, Military Science, Internet Supervision, and many middlemen..."
"Seriously, don't these guys know you're the equipment development design director for the Netherworld Dog? Wanting you to bypass the Netherworld Dog to do business is a taboo, isn't it? Don't worry, you don't have to worry about the offers they make, I'll handle the negotiations for you.
When it comes to the equipment we develop and sell, I'll give you at least thirty percent, and I mean thirty percent of the sale amount, not the net profit.
As for the costs, those will be covered by the Netherworld Dog, you just wait to collect the money."
Hansen chuckled as he spoke.
Mercer merely smiled, showing no objection: "Of course, but shouldn't my salary be raised? In a big company, someone like me as a design director would make a million Euros annually... That's a bit low."
"You know our income is limited right now... However, you're right, it's a bit unfair for you to be on the current salary with your level of expertise."
Hansen went straight to the point: "Your base may not be small, but frankly speaking, the living conditions and facilities are a bit lacking. How about this—I'll arrange a large suite for you in the high-rise of the Gem Cyan Hotel..."
"Forget it, our servers are all set up at the base, moving them to the Gem Cyan Hotel would require rethinking security and all..."
Mercer politely refused.
But Hansen feigned discontent: "In Dog Town, would anyone dare to cause trouble at the Gem Cyan Hotel? Don't worry, when the time comes, I'll send two teams of soldiers to guard your servers specifically..."
"For a hacker, a server is almost like a wife, who leaves their wife in someone else's care?"
Mercer laughed, but his tone was firm: "A humble abode is better than a golden nest, we're not accustomed to luxury hotels."
Hansen watched him for a moment, his smile turning slightly cold: "Alright, since that's the case, I won't insist... But now you're on the radar of those big companies, for safety reasons, you better not leave Dog Town for a while.
I'll deploy several more teams to station near your base to avoid any accidents."
V suddenly spoke coldly: "With me around, even those big companies won't be able to pose a threat to him, the Spark Team is not something that can be easily manipulated."
Hansen merely smiled: "I know your skills aren't bad, but underestimating those big businesses could be a costly mistake.
I know your reputation on the streets, but trust me, companies and gangs are entirely different entities."
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