Chapter 90: Rectification of Zhao Hailun (Asking for Recommendation Votes)
At Newark International Airport in New York, the little short legs climbed onto the Boeing plane, took out the tablet and chatted with Nick Fury while jumping into the seat.
On the video, the black director babbled.
Nick Fury is scared.
Not only was Coulson sent to keep an eye on him, but in order to confirm the progress of the project, every day Nick Fury had to personally video connect with Anna to inquire about the project.
He was really not at ease.
Anna perfunctory.
She didn't think that the director of the braised egg bureau had a green tree in his heart.
I don't have money and I want to talk, eat.
It was thanks to that he was still a director, and he used his strength to eat milk before he took out $30 million from S.H.I.E.L.D.
The warship-grade electromagnetic railgun costs 100 million dollars, and for Nick Fury's little money, Anna thinks she can just buy steel.
The entire project budget was $200 million, and Anna paid almost in full.
In Anna's eyes, the director of the marinated egg bureau is left with the role of approving the terms of the document.
Anna didn't care about the $200 million spent, all the defenses were worth it for her.
Then the director of the boiled egg bureau was even more uneasy, this little short leg is too strong, needless to say anything else, as long as the electromagnetic cannon goes off and hits the White House, he will be finished.
Who can defend against a Mach 20 metal ball!
For this reason, he repeatedly asked the warship-level electromagnetic railgun to set a second-level password, and it needs to be confirmed by two people.
Anna doesn't care, what she makes herself, must be left behind the back door.
On the surface, the two of them jointly confirmed, but in fact, only the black chief needed to be confirmed, and Anna could bypass the firewall.
In fact, Anna felt that it was all the fuss of the director of the boiled egg.
As far as she knows, the nuclear bomb launch code is still eight zeros, an electromagnetic railgun, is it necessary to set a double password?
Besides, all operations in Xavier Castle need to be confirmed by Anna's brainwaves, so it's strange that something can go wrong.
TAKING OUT THE IPAD, ANNA KEPT SLIDING WITH HER LITTLE FAT HAND, SLIDING TO ONE AND DELETING ONE, ELECTROMAGNETIC RAILGUN, DELETING, TWO 12.7MM CALIBER MACHINE GUNS, DELETING, LASER GATLING DELETING, GAMMA RAY GUN DELETING, DELETING ONE MEANS COMPLETING ONE.
Then there is the super robot, which is a bit difficult, and the little short legs mark it in yellow and set it aside.
The laser Gatling gun was installed in the Xavier Castle Tower, and Anna set up an industrial-grade robot to maintain it.
Weapons have different effects when placed in different hands.
Just like the laser Gatling, put in the hands of the military, it is a waste product, the operation technology is too demanding, it will be used too little, the maintenance is expensive, the guidance is difficult, and there are various reasons.
Actually, there is only one real reason - stupidity.
It's like throwing a desert eagle into the hands of a three-year-old child, who can't even open the insurance, and it's useless.
It's different in Anna's hands, focusing by yourself, maintaining by yourself, and the guidance software is all designed by yourself, like a finger.
The 12.7mm caliber machine gun is for clearing soldiers, and Anna can control it directly with a brainwave launcher.
In the end, the killer is still the electromagnetic railgun, which belongs to the kind that is the final word.
Anna had to think about the margin, otherwise it would not be good if Xavier Castle would be destroyed with a single electromagnetic cannon.
While flying, Anna also met an old acquaintance, Everett Ross, that is, the CIA agent of the American team who sells cute as a mascot.
Three years ago, when Anna invaded the DMV, she saw pictures of Rose.
At that time, it was not him who Anna first noticed, but she saw the mother of the princess's little sister, who had slipped out of Beacon Hill and secretly opened a room with a strange man, so it was rare to gossip.
Just happened to find the name of this stranger, Everett Rose.
This guy who pries into the corner.
It is the wife of the current governor of Massachusetts who pryes in.
However, Anna knows Rose, but Rose doesn't know her.
The future Agent Ross, who is still in the Air Force and did not join the CIA, was simply curious about Anna.
He had been staring at the little short leg for a long time, and he saw her pointing at the screen, like an old bustard in the red light district, instructing the turtle to do this and that.
It's just that this old bustard is a little unpresentable, and he is wandering, sucking the bottle while rippling his two little short legs.
"What is this?" He roughly scanned the slab, and found that it was all three-dimensional structural diagrams, some parameters that even he couldn't understand, and the little short legs in front of him looked at it with relish.
The little short leg put on a helpful look, tilted his head to think about it, and told Agent Ross with a more vivid and specific explanation, this thing, can release a metal ball the size of your head, smash it on you, and can smash you from New York all the way to the Bahamas, when the time comes, Castro is very happy to chat with you and drink tea.
Agent Ross thought it was a joke.
He felt that Anna had a high emotional intelligence and excellent ability to tell jokes, and then asked her about her destination.
Mainly, Agent Ross is super curious about small short legs.
What are others doing at such an age, crying and shouting for mom and dad, and the little short legs are traveling alone, taking out an IPAD is different, and he has never even seen the software in the tablet.
And as far as the binary encoding displayed on the software is string after string, he just can't understand what it means after ten years.
"I'm looking for a slut and she robbed me of my stuff."
The little short leg gritted his teeth, and his expression was like a child who was robbed of a rag doll.
So there was such a picture in Rose's mind, a blonde princess girl snatched the little short-legged Mickey, provoked the little short-legged to carry a kitchen knife and chased him for thousands of miles, and he mourned for the blonde princess little sister.
Anna is indeed looking for a slut, and she feels that Zhao Helen has snatched her things.
Is it true that her $50 million national debt is used for charity, and she doesn't take any benefits from it?
Anna felt that this time she would not let Zhao Helen lose her skin, and Anna had the surname Zhao Helen.
After flying for 17 hours, Anna finally arrived at Seoul Airport, a place she hated so much, and met the person she hated - Helen Cho.
Zhao Hailun took a child and greeted the little short legs with a smile on a leash with a dog: "Amadeus, come and say hello to Sister Anna." ”
The little short leg looked at Amadeus Zhao running over, took out sunglasses from his satchel and stretched out a hand, blocking the little boy's head: "I'm sorry, Dr. Zhao, I didn't come here to bring you a child." ”
Anna felt that it was enough for her to spare her precious time in her busy schedule to perfunctory Zhao Helen, and if Zhao Helen didn't know how to lift again, she would only be able to move seriously.
"I also want to give our Amadeus a baby kiss, don't worry, Amadeus won't mind if you're three years older."
Zhao Helen especially likes to make the little short legs deflated, she thinks that if Amadeus gets Anna back, she will be very happy, and she will let Anna know the "gentleness" of her Korean mother-in-law.
"Dr. Zhao, the only thing I have to do with you is money, and I'm here for that money."
"I'm sorry, Anna Hansen, according to the spirit of the American contract, I have to follow the contract, and you can't get that money back."
Everyone is a bigwig-level person, and the matter of drinking tea and chatting can be put aside later, and when he arrived at Seoul National University, the little short leg took out the contract.
Okay, let's do what we contracted.
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