Metamorphosis Marvel Genius

Chapter 38 Osborn's Robot

The meeting procedures in the prison mansion are relatively complicated. After Anna agreed to meet with Dr. Octavius, she still needs to go through the arrangement above and have to wait for three days.

Letting go of this first, Norman Osborn woke Anna up early in the morning, during which he accidentally mentioned the code he saw on the screen.

Anna was perfunctory, and that was the infrasonic defense network detection system, which detects whether there is unauthorized intrusion, 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, and it is 1 if it is, and 0 if it is not.

And Gordon Fraley was not a weird mutant except that he didn't carry a gun, and he had all the other six items.

No wonder the infrasonic defense network was activated directly.

The little 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 new products.

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

As he said that, Norman Osborn stood aside like a good baby, and let the old Mr. Mediterranean explain the various parameters to Anna.

In short, it is Barabara's various performance indicators such as robot compressive strength, vacuum operation, heat protection, and radiation protection.

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

Norman Osborn came out, his big face took up the entire screen, looking at these eyes, these eyebrows.

Anna understood in seconds.

I just expect Anna to say, "Osborn, you did a good job, I am optimistic about you."

This evaluation is hard to say.

Gnocchi tilted his head, causing Norman Osborn to zoom in on the screen and look left and right at the robot
It's pretty good, it's painted, and it's environmentally friendly.

The shape is okay, referring to the Star Wars white stormtrooper armor, which is very technological.

Nodding, the short legs hugged the bottle and said, "Mr. Osborne, how old is your son?"

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

Norman Osborn is very satisfied with his child. He feels that his child is only a little bit worse than Anna in IQ.

"Mr. Osborne!" said Shortlegs.

Norman Osborn on the other side of the screen straightened his back, and he really thought he designed it well.

The Mediterranean Sea on the side also stopped the keyboard. He was very curious about the short legs, and he also cared about Anna's evaluation.

"Well, it will be your son's birthday in two days, Mr. Osborne. Buy your son a lightsaber and make it a set of Jedi knights. I think your son will like it very much."

"May the Force be with you, Amen." The little short leg made a sign of the cross in front of his face with his chubby hands, as if it really happened.

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

At a glance, she saw many problems.

Norman Osborn froze on the spot.

The old Mediterranean gentleman jumped up with a splash, threw off his white coat, and slammed it on the table. The coffee cup on the table jumped up, and the coffee splashed out of the cup and spilled on the keyboard.

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

Huh. Tangyuanjing looked disgusted, it was the first time she saw an old man spouting from the screen.

"It's too bullying, Mr. Osborne. This is already my job 7*18 hours a week. What is she doing, taking our money and eating milk powder?"

Norman Osborn persuades old Mr. Mediterranean.

The little short leg wiped his face with a tissue, subconsciously, and then rubbed his neck with his chubby hands: "Old Mister Mediterranean, I know you, you designed a deep sea for James Cameron (that's the film director) two years ago. Caterpillar."

The old mediterranean just about to have a fit, the deep-sea caterpillar?
The so-called deep-sea caterpillars with short legs have dived through the Mariana Trench and reached a depth of 11 kilometers.

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

The old man wanted to refute, but the little short leg spoke again. She asked the assistant to load 200 kilograms on the robot and do lunges and squats.

The little short leg looked like I am very professional and you have to be convinced. The old man didn't have time to speak, so he was led by the nose by Anna.

"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, using a 100-gram small hammer."

thump.
After knocking, the old man was stunned. He saw the problem, and there was looseness in the knee joint.

"Knock three more times."

dong dong dong.
Boom!

The two-meter-high metal robot broke a foot, lost its balance and fell. The entire lower body fell into pieces, and the upper body sat directly on the ground. Under the weight of 200 kg, it crashed, and the upper body, including the robotic arm, shoulders, and chest collapsed.

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

Only a complete metal head remained, still emitting sparks.

A 500-gram hammer knocks down $[-] million? !

waste!

Through the screen, you can see Norman Osborn's black charcoal face, and the black face is even blacker. If it is not a society ruled by law, he will directly drag the personnel out of the laboratory and chop them up to feed the dogs.

Disgraceful and lost.

Several employees were in panic all day long. At this time, no matter how low their EQ was, everyone knew that the boss was about to lose his temper, and they were silently thinking not to speak, otherwise they would become powder kegs.

You can feel the oppression on the other side through the screen.

Little Short Legs doesn't care about this, her task 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 accessories of the robot: "Anna, give us a little time, Osborn can do a good job."

Crack, Little Short Legs turned off the video.

Anna felt that Osborne could do well, but it would take five years.

With that little time, I even made light energy weapons, and I'm still waiting for him! ! !

Open the small book and read it.

Electromagnetic bombs have been painted out.

Electric pulse bombs are also wiped out.

The eight-stage orbital railgun, infrasonic defense network, and 315-band decoder are all crossed out.

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

Turn the page and draw a tick on the exoskeleton armor with a marker pen.

Turning the page again, I saw the Regeneration Cradle Project, scratched my head and thought about it, it seems that Zhao Hailun's Cradle Project is okay, just as the national debt is in place there, let's take a hole in advance.

He called Zhao Helen: "Dr. Helen, I will send you a large sum of money."

Helen Zhao.
When Anna raised the 5000 million U.S. dollar national debt, Zhao Helen remained silent for a long time, as if she was crying poor with some chubby guy.

"Helen Zhao, do you want it?!"

Little short legs feel impatient, now she is the uncle, you Helen Zhao, why don't you come up to pick up the guests?
Helen Zhao.
Ask about the source, the U.S. Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, super tall, if Zhao Hailun changes her nationality, she will also want to go to the Research Projects Agency.

The source of funds is fine, the method of payment is fine, and the little short legs seem to be sincere, the problem is
Helen Zhao is afraid that Maya Hansen will set her up!

Nothing else, as long as she is accused of defrauding children, she is now so poor that she sells her daughter, and a court summons is issued to defraud children of labor income by disgraceful means, and even the last dignity of scientists will be lost.

Too much risk.

　There is another chapter at 9:[-] p.m., adding an update for the hall master Zhuo Ne FLY (one more update is still owed!)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)