As a metal piece only as long and wide as a finger turned into a revolver in everyone's eyes, someone immediately shouted to William to try to see if he was a real guy or just a facade.

William shrugged, "Sorry, I don't want to be rushed in and arrested by the police outside, and then my team of lawyers is full of expectations to fight a lawsuit that is destined to take several years.

Then I hide at home or in the office and watch with joy as pounds in the amount of one hundred thousand pounds are received into my bank account."

"Furthermore, due to the limitations of key technologies, my research cannot directly produce bullets." William exited the magazine of the runner. When he turned around, the audience saw an empty magazine.

Most of them were relieved, but someone immediately shouted, "What technology limits your research?"

"This,", pretending to be hesitant, William thought for a long time without speaking.

This made everyone worried, fearing that they would not hear the answer and would suffer from insomnia tonight and even in the future because of this.

"Please, Mr. Devonshire, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. If you don't tell me, I will definitely suffer from insomnia for a long time in the future."

Seeing a beautiful woman standing up and shouting that she had obsessive-compulsive disorder, the people around her immediately burst into an uproar, and then looked at William with gloating.

William rolled his eyes, then covered his forehead and said nonsense, "Energy storage and spatialization nanomaterials."

Metal materials can also store energy? There is also spatialization. Are you talking about the magic version of technology?

Seeing everyone's blank faces, William smiled and said, "Sometimes the research is too advanced, and it is still very helpless due to the limitations of the overall technology and cognition of this era."

Seeing most people rolling their eyes, William said with a smile, "Although I think I have found the manufacturing technology of nano-armor, in the past year or so, I have tried all the methods I can think of, but I have not been able to make it.

Nanometal sheets are compressed into smaller pieces,

Or find a way to store the armor weighing 140 kilograms in a special space, just like the space magic in magic, to reduce the weight, or even make it weightless.

Otherwise, just imagine wearing clothes weighing 140 kilograms every day, and you will feel that life is so heavy."

"Hahaha", few people present could understand how to compress, lose weight, space, etc., but when they thought of William's words of carrying 140 kilograms of weight every day, everyone couldn't help laughing.

After the audience had finished laughing, William continued, "And the weight is not the biggest problem. After all, if I really want to solve it, I can honestly find some ways.

But the Nano Battle Armor consumes energy faster than I expected. Before new energy is found, even if a new battle armor is built, it will not be able to run for a long time."

"Wait, wait, Mr. Devonshire, what exactly is the backup weight loss plan you are talking about?"

Well, William finally understood now that these people who dared to interrupt him and keep asking questions were definitely reporters or people with special missions.

However, today he was supposed to tell everyone that he invented the Mark Armor, and he had even researched it in the direction of nanometers.

Unless Stark actually invents a armor that is more advanced than the Nano Armor in the future, he will not be able to escape the reputation of plagiarism.

William, who has already built Nanomark 50, certainly knows how to solve those problems, but it would be a surprise if he could pass on mistakes or complicate simple things to the Americans or other forces.

He shook the revolver in his hand, and the revolver immediately decomposed into water-like nanomaterials, covering and wrapping his palm.

"Wow, this is so cool."

Looking at the gloves that were so close-fitting that they looked like golden skin, everyone became envious. If it weren't for the golden color, it might not have been possible to tell that William's hands were covered with a layer of metal.

But before the audience had finished being surprised, William then thought about it and thought that the armor had been revealed, so the palm would definitely be indispensable.

And for those who can't build a super energy source like a small Ark reactor, even if they know the principle of energy cannon, they are still blind.

As this thought flashed out, William raised his hand, and the nanomaterial in his palm immediately turned into the shape of a blast cannon.

"Zi~~~", a bright light emits, and an energy cannon is fired into the air of the theater.

With a "bang" sound, a faint blue energy wave instantly crossed a distance of more than 20 meters before dissipating in the air.

"FK, FK, what the hell is this?"

Although the energy blast cannon that suddenly appeared scared most of the people, after the curses, some people stood up and shouted 'do it again'.

Some people even shouted to attack some fixed props on the stage that were left over from previous musicals.

As soon as this proposal came up, there was an immediate roar of approval.

William shook his head, "This is a prop for the crew. If it is destroyed, it will affect the actors' work tomorrow."

He didn't want to see someone ridiculing him in the newspaper tomorrow for not knowing the hardships of the people at the bottom.

But William refused, forgetting that two-thirds of the people present were middle-class or above, and even one-third were rich.

"NO, NO, I promise to increase the price and have people rush out overnight. If it's not enough, we can simply book the venue and invite tourists to watch the show for free."

But William still shook his head, and then said to Daddario, "Sandra, go get those fruits."

Then he told the audience, "Those who got wet from the fruit and soiled their clothes can ask me for compensation."

"We want Devonshire gold coins".

People who originally felt uncomfortable being covered by fruit heard this and immediately thought about how much the clothes they were wearing cost.

“Let’s just say it first, if anyone feels offended if someone is showered with fruit, then bring it up now.”

I thought that even if someone really felt this way, few people would bring it up on such an occasion, but I didn’t expect that there were definitely more than 50 people raising their hands at the scene.

50 out of 1,128 people is a very small proportion, and William is not unable to solve it.

"On Sunday, simulate the fruit splash range and find the best attack point to avoid these fifty people."

As soon as William finished speaking, fifty of the holographic drones suspended on the top of the theater lowered their altitude and began to scan the theater and the VIP balcony where Daddario was located.

Then streaks of blue light appeared in the air of the theater, forming squares, and then a virtual fruit was thrown from the balcony. After the simulated explosion, the virtual juice and fragments were thrown downwards, landing on those who had not seen them.

On the audience who raised their hands.

"Wow, is this okay?"

After more than a dozen simulations, dozens of red zones and contiguous blue zones were marked in the sky on Sunday.

Everyone immediately understood that the red zone meant it would splash onto those who would mind, while the blue zone meant it was fine.

"Come on, Sandra, don't be burdened, this is just a game," William smiled and said to Daddario, who was holding a California orange.

"As you can see, any route has been simulated on Sunday, as long as you don't throw it directly to the ground, it will be fine."

Besides, I am a lucky person, let alone collecting the juice from the air into the storage space with my mind, even if I want to land it on someone's head accurately, there is no pressure at all.

Besides, the middle class and ordinary people accounted for two-thirds of the audience, and there were quite a few people who thought they would earn a gold coin if they were hit by fruit.

Some people want to collect Devonshire gold coins, while others want to sell the gold coins to not only earn back travel money, but even more.

Put on your smart glasses and let Sunday scatter the dotted lines in the sky and say, "Let's do it, Sandra."

Daddario took a deep breath, took the orange and threw it into the sky. William used the prompts on the smart glasses and when the orange flew five meters, the energy cannon on his palm instantly shot out an energy wave.

With a "bang" sound, the orange exploded instantly, and the juice and part of the pulp were either angered or landed on the five or six people who had shouted before that they wanted to earn a gold coin.

"Yes, yes, I got the gold coin, I got the gold coin."

The middle-aged men and women, who looked like ordinary people in their clothing, waved happily to William, not caring whether they would be laughed at or not.

The information of these people has long appeared on William's smart eyes. If you are an ordinary person with a family and children to raise, you will not care about being dripped with juice.

William smiled and nodded, "OK, you will not be short of gold coins."

The atmosphere suddenly became lively, and after three times in a row, it almost felt like a carnival.

But at this exciting carnival moment, William stopped and pretended to say, "I'm sorry I have no energy."

Many spectators who had already stood up and waved their hands couldn't help but feel disappointed, but then they saw that the nanomaterials controlled by William began to disperse and close together in an unstable manner according to his thoughts.

After alternating with each other several times, the golden gloves covering his hands vibrated a few times and turned back into metal pieces.

"This is the material limitation I'm talking about. When the energy is low, it will decompose and directly return to its original form."

However, although William thinks that five attacks is considered a small amount, in the eyes of others, just a small piece of nanomaterial can attack five times. If it is a complete set of armor, wouldn't it be able to attack at least a hundred times?

Putting the nanosheet back into his pocket, William smiled and clapped his hands, "Okay, I've said a lot about what should be said and what shouldn't be said. I hope the U.S. government won't disturb Daddario and I's vacation tomorrow.

, otherwise, I can’t guarantee that I won’t throw the people from FB1 directly into the sea.”

"Hahaha", Americans probably either ignore or hate organizations like FB1.

The people who are ignored are because FB1 has no authority to deal with ordinary cases, so most ordinary people ignore them.

The people who hate it so much are those who are related to marginal businesses. Of course they hate those FB1s who stare at them.

So no one thought there was anything wrong with William teasing FB1, and some people even shouted, "That's what you have to do."

"I have to ask my lawyer about this," William shrugged. "If more than a dozen lawyers think it's okay under certain circumstances, I can give it a try."

"It's certainly no problem, Mr. Devonshire," someone shouted loudly. "If you throw it into the sea and give him a swimming ring, it will just cost you a lot of money to litigate."

"NO, you must have a bad idea." William shook his head directly, "Okay, let's get back to the topic of inviting you here today."

As soon as William finished speaking, someone suddenly shouted, "We want to see Mark's armor."

"Yes, yes, we want to see the armor."

Now no one cares about the theme or not, everyone is clamoring to see the Mark Armor, and after a while, someone else is clamoring to see the ten-meter-tall Anti-Transformers Armor.

There's nothing wrong with letting these guys take a look, but William is a little worried that the American guys will take advantage of the fact that this place is full of ordinary people, and he has some whims to forcibly seize the armor.

Seeing that William was silent, someone soon started shouting, "War Armor, War Armor, War Armor."

The other people in the theater hall were easily inspired, waving their hands and shouting "War Armor".

"Okay", William clapped his hands, and the noise in the theater disappeared in just a few seconds. Everyone looked at William expectantly.
To be continued...