Super Detective in the Fictional World

t at a target ten meters away.
“Do I have enough daggers?” Damon shook his head with a smile and continued cleaning his gun.

Mindy lowered her head listlessly and sent out a new post on her laptop.
She soon heaved a sigh of relief.
“Two sets of armor will only cost 500,000, and it’ll come with a bunch of spare parts for our current equipment.
Same as always, he’ll put it on our tab.”

Damon just hummed in acknowledgement and didn’t say anything else as he focused on his task.

Luke didn’t think too much about Mindy’s order.

When he was developing his own equipment in the last few months, he had crossed out various options.

Whether it was the cheap product that Damon had worn at the very beginning or the mid-range goods that he would be giving the father and daughter this time, they were all different ideas that had nothing to do with Batman.

Luke wasn’t going to use this “leftovers” approach anymore, and was going to give Damon and Mindy some benefits.

He felt that the information which the father and daughter had given him, especially the intel on gangs in New York, was worth letting them run up a tab.

Because of security reasons, even if Damon and Mindy didn’t want to owe him money, most of the equipment they were using had yet to be paid for.

When Luke wanted information that had nothing to do with their own private affairs, how could Damon refuse?

After sorting out yet another “friendship tab” transaction, Luke ate, trained and worked overtime as usual.

In a Malibu villa, Tony Stark was absentmindedly brushing someone off in the living room.
The man said earnestly, “Tony, you’ve mobilized a lot of resources from the research department in the last few days.
I’m not trying to stop your new research project, but suddenly mobilizing these resources without an explanation or a notification will make the shareholders suspicious, and they’ll want to investigate the use of the funds…”

Tony absentmindedly took a sip of his wine.
“Obi, when have they ever not criticized my research? Don’t worry, they’ll shut up in the end.”

After a brief silence, the person said, “Can you at least get Pepper to report what you’re doing? Didn’t you hire her to deal with small things like this?”

Tony was at a loss.
“Huh? I didn’t tell her?”

The person said, “Tony, I asked, and Pepper doesn’t know what you’re doing.
You’ve been holed up in the villa every day recently.
I’m worried about you.”

Tony smiled awkwardly.
“Alright, I might have been too busy that I forgot.
I’ll have Pepper put a report together.
I haven’t had breakfast yet.
That’s not good for the body.
Let’s call it a day, Obi.”

The person nodded helplessly and got up.
“Fine, you have to take care of yourself.
Don’t forget the report; I can’t keep making excuses for you every time, right? The shareholders are very concerned about your research.
I can’t keep them in the dark for long.”

Tony put his arm around the man’s shoulders.
“No problem.
I’ll have Pepper put the project report together.”

After seeing the man out of the living room, Tony turned around and returned to the basement.
He said, “Jarvis, send a message to Pepper.
Modify the concept manual for my previous cruise missile proposal and give that to that useless bunch.”

“Yes, sir.
But that manual is only a rough framework.
Miss Potts may not be able to hand over a complete proposal.” A gentle male voice rang out.

The bigshot snorted.
“It’s not that troublesome.
The Jericho missile project will be enough to shut those guys up.”

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