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"Actually, you just want them to be capable of combat, not necessarily to have pilots operate them from the inside, right? The Department of Defense doesn't want soldiers running around in armor. They don't want to risk soldiers getting disillusioned or dissatisfied with their superiors, making rash decisions out of spite. What the generals want is control and obedience, and the spirit of human resistance is the strongest."
Daisy rattled off a lot, leaving Justin dizzy. At first glance, it seemed to make sense, but thinking about it carefully, it sounded almost like twisted logic.
"You need to analyze the psychology of the Pentagon officials. You take titanium armor, equip it with laser pulse cannons, add a propulsion system, computer-aiming adjustment systems, and dynamic capture systems—it would be impressive, right?" she asked Justin.
Justin, excited, clapped his hands in agreement, "Exactly, that's what I've been thinking! Can you make it happen?"
Daisy sighed, "Mr. Hammer, that's why I say you don't understand their thinking. I can make it, but have you thought about the cost? At least half a billion dollars each, and that's not even including R&D costs. Do you think the Department of Defense would opt for such an expensive toy?"
She scoffed, "Five hundred million dollars—you know how many cannon fodder you could recruit in Harlem with that money?"
"Flyable rifles and walking bombs are what's truly suited for battle. These humanoid robots are flashy but impractical. Just attach a machine gun to a drone, and install an operating system for remote control, and I think the firepower would be quite effective—and it's cheaper too. Unfortunately, you guys insist on making robots."
Daisy clicked her tongue in disapproval while Justin looked at her as if she were a rare species, thinking, Do you really spend your days pondering these things? Are you really a woman?
After her critique, she still handed over the retrofit plan.
The price quoted to the Department of Defense remained the same at one hundred twenty-five million, but specific design parameters would require careful consideration.
First, Daisy inquired about the height. Each robot, painted silver-gray and standing tall at two and a half meters, certainly looked imposing, but she thought why do these things need to be so tall?
She specifically asked Justin about this issue.
Justin, whose integrity was as questionable as the bald brother, had repositioned himself as more of a commentator after realizing the situation.
"The Air Force Chief of Staff believes that larger things are more intimidating," Justin answered all the questions.
Daisy knew the person he referred to, "General Hague? Alright, if it's his suggestion, we'll proceed with that for now."
She viewed these two-and-a-half-meter-tall robots as stupid to the extreme—large targets and slow-moving—but since it was someone else's money, she didn't have much opinions.
Looking over the power system, she burst into laughter, "Haha!—You're killing me, who designed this? Haha, you really made this rechargeable!"
She rubbed her temples, laughing happily. Twenty robots were like electric cars, with chargers attached to their feet. They looked imposing standing there, but in reality, they were just recharging. Daisy estimated that one charge would last them about half an hour.
Justin enjoyed being flattered but had little interest in women. Many people even suspect he is gay.
Now, faced with Daisy's beautiful smile, he had no thoughts of admiration; he felt only shame. If it weren't for the ridiculous power system, how could he have given away so many shares?
Daisy also had a new understanding of this bragging king. He was a layman in terms of technology, fooled by a few engineers poached from Stark Industries who had malicious intentions and probably swindled her out of a lot of money! Don't ask Daisy how she knew this; it was instinct!
Fifteen days later, after hoodwinking the Department of Defense, she was preparing to launch an anti-corruption operation at Hammer Industries!
Clearing her throat, she said, "I can't achieve perpetual motion, let alone me, even Tony can't do it. Everything has its limits, but making a simplified version of a reactor is possible."
Although she called it a simplified version, its actual performance, and the Arc Reactor were incomparable. After all, she hadn't seen Howard Stark's original drawings; everything she achieved today was through reverse engineering.
According to her estimation, using similar materials, she could probably create a reactor with about an 80 to 90 percent success rate compared to Stark's. And that was already more than enough.
Knowing that Hydra wanted the designs for the Arc Reactor and Iron Man armor, Daisy certainly wouldn't let them have their way. Considering that Stark would hand over the Mark II to the military, she specifically focused on the power system.
These robots didn't need such advanced reactors. If she just handed over the technology at once, how could she make any money? She had enough technology upgrades for at least ten versions. For now, she'd release a version 0.1 to keep the bureaucrats and Hydra happy.
Reducing the speed, lowering the output power, and using the cheapest materials, with the help of numerous skilled workers, she managed to rid Justin's robotic soldiers of their charging problem in just one afternoon.
"Fantastic! You're a genius!" Justin exclaimed. Although he felt a pang of regret at selling off his shares, but now it seemed worth it. If these robot soldiers sold well in the future, not only would he avoid bankruptcy, but he might even make a little profit.
Daisy waved him aside, telling him not to get in the way as she began directing the on-site engineers to make modifications.
"Maximize the thrust system power. 100 kilometers per hour? Are you kidding? It needs to be at least 200 kilometers per hour."
"And change the weapon system. Why install Gatling guns when we can have missiles or incendiary bombs?"
"You're wasting materials! All that waste is money! Remove the armor from the back; can these robot soldiers even run away? Remove the armor from the back and replace it with ordinary steel instead."
Daisy scrutinized the original robot designs and pointed out numerous flaws. A few engineers poached from Stark Industries wanted to argue with her, but they were no match for her.
In Daisy's eyes, the top engineering achievements at Stark Industries were undoubtedly Tony Stark's, followed by the old man Doctor William, who was taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D. The engineers standing before her, poached by Justin, were greedy and stupid at best, at most second-rate.
Seeing the trend of the robot soldiers undergoing significant changes in just one afternoon, Justin felt quite enthusiastic. At that moment, he received a phone call. After hanging up, his face, already full of smiles, became even more excited.
"The Air Force got a set of Iron Man armor at Stark's birthday party. Do you want to go see it together?" Now, he was somewhat dependent on Daisy, the weapons expert.
The Air Force? Daisy thought for a moment and realized that it was probably Colonel Rhodes who managed to get his hands on Stark's Mark II.
Of course, she wouldn't refuse the opportunity to observe the Iron Man armor up close, so she immediately nodded and agreed.
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