It's almost ready——
After splicing the last component, Ed opened his palm, and a fist-sized, egg-shaped ellipsoid metal stopped in his palm.
Copper and silver are woven into its tendons and pulses, like a metal heart hiding vigorous vitality. As his will fluctuates, the metal heart also pulses, driving its temporarily non-existent limbs.
This is the core part of the assembled Wasp drone, and it is also the core component used by the "Puppet" secret text to control the mechanical structure. It took him an afternoon to complete.
He salvaged some broken mechanical products from junk shops in Flea Alley and recycled scrap metal to make parts. This can save manufacturing costs to the greatest extent, but due to the limited capture volume of the dream catcher, he can only assemble at most a part of the components at a time.
Judging from the current efficiency, he can assemble a Wasp drone in almost a week at the earliest. The cost can be controlled at around 5 pounds.
Although he doesn't know much about the Royal Society, Ed estimates that the material cost of doing this should be about 1/10 to 1/5 of its original cost-this is undoubtedly a huge cost advantage.
In other words, with sufficient funds and raw materials, based on the output of four drones per month, he can produce a drone group of 24 Hornet drones in just half a year. This is quite a combat effectiveness. .
The only problem is that the production method of using the Keeper program and dream catcher is fundamentally different from the traditional forging process, which also causes the production process of the Wasp drone to take time to be re-optimized and designed.
As for how to optimize, Ed has no better ideas for the time being. He can only make plans after he becomes more proficient in using the Hornet drone in the future and understands the entire blueprint.
Black Snake...at least this cooperation is quite pleasant.
Ed did not trust second-rate dealers like Black Snake at first, so he chose his contact address in a crowded place like the dock area to see if he could do anything.
He asked Screech and Dumpty to go to the dock warehouse to trade and pick up goods on his behalf, while he himself was secretly watching.
It just so happened that these two people left their identity information at the Goodman Hotel, and they could easily be mistaken for the "Ashes" in the club.
Fortunately, the other party didn't seem interested in his true identity. After reporting the joint code, the other party's joint person quickly handed over the goods to the duo, who in turn handed the goods to Ed.
Along the way, except for the man with heatstroke and the man in overalls named Marvin, there was nothing suspicious.
For this reason, Ed specially called a one-eyed spider to monitor Marvin's movements. Although the man didn't look like an ordinary longshoreman, he had been taking care of the heatstroke victims after Ed left.
The one-eyed spider's vision is relatively sensitive to fluctuations in extraordinary characteristics. Once the surveillance target uses any secret text or other extraordinary characteristics, it will more or less affect the visual image captured by the one-eyed spider.
But Ed never experienced any stuttering, tearing, or any tonal changes from start to finish. So he tentatively believed that the other party did not come specifically for him, and that everything was just an unexpected episode.
Although "suspecting everything" is one of the most important qualities as an investigator, it does not mean that he must be as crazy as a paranoid patient to suspect and investigate everything - such as whether the tap water in the kitchen has been poisoned, whether the tap water in the kitchen has been poisoned, and whether the tap water in the kitchen has been poisoned. Is Miss Quinn in the detective agency the same person?
All in all, Black Snake can still be trusted at present. As for whether it can establish a reliable supply relationship in the future...
Jingle Bell--
Ed's thoughts were interrupted by a ringing sound outside the door downstairs. He hid the control core of the Wasp drone in the closet and hurried downstairs. Another client should have come to the door.
"Wait a moment, the door will be opened for you." Ed greeted on the stairs.
Although it is true that he has not personally handled the detective agency's commission recently, in fact, the detective office will receive some commissions every now and then:
Based on the content of the commission letter, Mr. Eaton will select the commissions that may be of value and handle them personally, while he will decline those trivial matters and recommend them to acquaintances in other detective agencies to handle them on their behalf.
What impressed Ed the most was that even during the busiest hours of the Bureau, Mr. Eaton would still find time to complete one or two investigative commissions, as if this was part of his life.
"Hello, I'm sorry for the delay due to something at hand."
He opened the door with an apology on his face. In the warm summer breeze, the flame-like hair swayed slightly with the wind, and in a trance, it overlapped with another figure in the memory.
Arthur? He felt a throbbing tremor surging in his mind, an indescribable emotion of joy and sorrow that resonated from the crystallization of his personality.
It wasn't until he recovered his confused mind that Ed could clearly see the appearance of the visitor in front of him:
Her caramel-colored eyes and childish face are bright with a hint of deep sorrow, just like vermilion amaryllis flowers blooming on the empty river bank. He had seen this face in Arthur's mind palace, but she looked happier then.
She was wearing Arthur's octagonal leather hat, but the original golden eyepieces had been taken off. The red-haired boy turned into Ed's shadow, and she seemed to turn into his shadow.
As if she was also surprised by the trembling resonance, the girl stared at Ed for a long time and hesitated for a long time, with chaotic flashes of light in her eyes.
Maybe she had prepared to introduce herself many times and rehearsed such scenes many times in front of the mirror, just like she had practiced countless exercises before an exam.
But in the end, she just avoided her eyes and said hesitantly:
"Angelica Custer, a member of the Royal Society and a trainee agent of the Bureau of Divine Intervention, is here to report."
