The media has paid attention to the matter of the watch detector, and the main purpose of looking for Wilson has also been achieved, William's mood suddenly improved, and he looked at Wilson who kept muttering, how to crisis public relations.

"Stop, stop, stop chirping".

"God, you don't care about future sales, it's a million pounds a thing" Wilson looked at William oddly.

"Is it useful to worry about it now?"

This kid has been a lot smarter lately, and before he guessed anything, William changed the subject with a look of indifference on his face,

"Okay, this kind of thing is easy to solve, as long as we sell the company's products to the desert tyrants, these rumors can be easily broken."

"That's right," Wilson nodded, "with the harshness of those desert tyrants' products, successful sales to them can be regarded as a free advertisement at the top."

"Haha, that's right", William squinted and calculated, "I'll give you a few sets of finished products to take to London, find the local tyrants you know living in the desert of England, and go directly to the shooting range to have a sales meeting, and shoot hundreds of bullets on each robe,

I don't believe that these people can still be impressed if they get their hands on it themselves, as long as these people are excited, it will not be easy to sell it to them after I have upgraded the watch detector."

"It's a good idea, as long as it's good, their own circle will spread",

Then Wilson hesitated, "William, are you sure that you will be fine with a hundred rounds of rifle ammunition and a bulletproof suit?

"Don't worry about that," William said after a moment's thought, "will you shoot?"

"Of course".

"Then you wait, I'll get a finished product, and then take you to the shooting range of the castle, you try it first, so as not to show timidity when selling in the future, and make a bad first impression."

"That would be great," Wilson said happily.

He went to get a bulletproof robe and took Wilson to the castle shooting range with an expectant face.

In front of the weapons room, Wilson didn't wait for William to speak, "Man, it's rude to leave me alone outside the door."

"I'm sorry," William said without giving face, "there's something I don't want you to see."

"Okay", seeing William so serious, Wilson said disappointedly, "I wanted to see your collection".

Regardless of whether he was really disappointed or pretending to be Wilson, William used the code to open the first layer of the code door, went down to the basement level of the shooting range, and then used his fingerprints and pupils to open the real weapons room.

There is quite a bit of heavy firepower in this arsenal, even Stinger missiles, so William really doesn't want Wilson to know,

After picking out a handful of ammunition and returning to the first floor of the shooting range, he took a somewhat unhappy Wilson to the shooting point, put his robe on the humanoid target, and when he was ready, William said, "Let's start."

Loaded with ammunition, Wilson took the humanoid target in his hand and shot it one by one.

After running out of a magazine, William pressed the automatic button, and the target in the bulletproof robe automatically came to the two of them 2 meters ago.

Lowering his spear, Wilson walked over to the target, grabbed his robe, and examined it carefully.

I saw that on the outer layer of the white robe, there were many charred black bullet points that were hit by the impact of the bullet, and when the robe was opened, the inner layer was intact, and even the deformation did not appear.

"Haha," seeing this effect, Wilson immediately laughed, "Man, you are really good, although I am wearing this kind of bulletproof suit, but I haven't tried it myself, I am always a little uneasy, now it's okay, this heart is finally let go."

"Dizzy, are you an idiot?" William glared at the funny Wilson, "when he sold it to your grandfather, his men did a rigorous test, and there were only 3 broken suits."

"Hehe, how can others say that you can try it yourself", Wilson tried 2 more magazines, and saw that the robe was not pierced by bullets as William said,

After being happy for a while, Wilson suddenly hesitated when he thought of something, "Man, isn't the effect of this bulletproof too strong? You will release the best when you come up, how can we upgrade and transform in the future, and make another profit, or even a few more."

"It's not going to work, we're going to have to make it several grades," thought to him, clasping his hands, "and this way, the bulletproof effect will not change.

The first generation that can prevent 10 rounds of ammunition will be launched first, and then the second generation that can prevent 30 rounds will be launched after it is almost sold, and this kind of sales in my hands will be sold as the highest grade."

"OK," William agreed without much thought, separating the grades can also highlight the technical content, there is no comparison and reference, and it costs more money to fool people like this, but William didn't agree with this grading method,

Instead, he picked up the gun on the table, loaded it with ammunition and shot at the place where it had been hit, and after three shots of "bang bang", the point was pierced by the bullet.

Wilson quickly understood what William meant, and excitedly said, "That's right, that's right, it's more accurate and convincing to classify the grades."

"The first grade can prevent the same point and 2 shots, and it sells for 5 million pounds. The second grade is 3 guns that sell for 7 million, how about it", Wilson asked as he looked at William.

"Whatever", William didn't care, he could make more money for himself by dividing the grades, and the matter of production only needed to be handed over to Sunday, so of course he would not refuse.

The two discussed some details, and Wilson went back to London with ten pieces of two grades of bulletproof robes that had just been produced on Sunday.

Seeing Wilson away, Sunday reported, "SIR, Mr. Carlos the Cross is waiting for you on the third floor of the castle, in your private reception room."

"Huh, it's coming so soon."

When I went up to the third floor and walked into the small reception room, I saw Carlos, who was wearing a T-shirt, a leather jacket, jeans, short hair, and a little vicissitudes on his face.

"Long time no see, Carlos".

"Long time no see, William", the two embraced, Carlos smiled, "Look like you've been doing well lately."

"I've made a lot of money, and I don't have anything to worry about, so of course I'm going to get by," William laughed, "How's that Wesley guy?

"No," Carlos shook his head, "I didn't plan to recognize him, it's not bad to let him be an ordinary person, at least stay out of danger."

"Stay out of danger?" William reminded, "Are you sure no one in the Assassin Brotherhood knows that Vesely is your son?"

Carlos thought for a moment and said, "Sloan, the head of the fraternity, should know that I have a child, but he certainly doesn't know who it is."

"It's good if you're sure,"

William sighed inwardly, there were some things he didn't know too well, and he had also reminded Carlos the last time they met.

Since he didn't listen, then William wouldn't talk more in the future, and he wished that Wesley would be brought into the Brotherhood by Sloane, otherwise that guy might be an ordinary person in his life, and he wouldn't have had the opportunity to learn a skill.