Black Robe: Gender Swap, I Have a Small Panel

Morgan left his office and couldn't wait to spend lavishly at the Waters in-house shopping terminal.

Orders for all kinds of top-quality materials, supplies, and equipment are being placed like crazy.

Using her position, she was able to purchase various materials from the military.

If she wanted, she could even buy a fighter jet right now to fly!

Order now! Order now! Order now! We'll deliver to your door.

Upgrade your underground shelter to at least a nuclear-proof level.

It's so great to use public funds for private purposes! My home is my base! Makes sense, right?

Soon, the 50 billion yuan was transformed into various supplies and transported from all over the world to her "base".

The military was astonished by the size of the order and, showing great sincerity, arranged for a transport aircraft to be shipped out on the same day.

Shortly after Morgan returned home, the transport plane flew over his house.

"Daisy, I'm back! Look what I bought for you!"

After directing the transport aircraft to land on his 20000-square-meter lawn, Morgan summoned Palu, who was at work, with a single click.

"Here it comes, here it comes! Do you have the Newman Alloy and Terellila Metal I wanted...?"

Upon hearing this, Daisy hurriedly came out. Watching the soldiers carrying materials, she looked like a puppy waiting for its owner to feed it.

"Yes, I have everything. I've gotten all the materials on your list for you."

We've prepared several more for you.

"I practically gave away all my wealth to support your dream and buy these things."

"I pulled every string I could to finally get this. I'm willing to do anything to help you achieve your dream!"

(What's yours is mine; if you make it, how could I not have it too?)

Morgan stared at Daisy with a pained expression, frantically trying to gain Palu's favorability.

Daisy was fully aware of the value of these items, especially since some of them were controlled supplies that were impossible to buy without proper channels!

Morgan rose to prominence in just one year.

To get these things for her, she probably had to beg countless people and risk going bankrupt, right?

On the other hand, we've been secretly developing several versions of the spotlight, quietly researching and developing our own armor...

"Snapped!"

Daisy slapped herself, realizing how terrible she was.

"Waaah, boss, I have to confess, I actually already developed the 4000W lumen light you wanted..."

"Lights with 6000W, 8000W, 1.2 million, and 2 million lumens have also been developed."

"Boss! You've treated me like this... and I've been slacking off at work and embezzling funds. I... I'm so sorry!"

Damn it! Turns out I was the one who got ripped off!

In the dead of night, Morgan shed tears of resentment.

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The following day, Daisy used her abilities to quickly create four spotlights, each producing 200 million lumens.

It's only twice the size of a 2000 lumens amp, but the performance is 10 times better!

Once turned on, it can produce a flashbang effect even during the day.

"Don't look at me like that. Due to energy limitations, this is truly the best version I can create right now!"

"Look, I even designed an auxiliary wearing structure for you, using the design of my battle armor..."

Daisy went on and on, giving Morgan a headache.

This entire spotlight set, along with the auxiliary wearing structure, weighs a full 2.5 tons!

Keep in mind that the Mark 1 that Iron Man hammered out of the cave only weighed 0.7 tons.

With her current strength and physique, equipping her with this set would be an enormous burden.

Even her flight speed will be greatly reduced, falling below the speed of sound.

"Daisy, can't you be a little gentler?"

"I would like to, but because of the existence of superhumans, cutting-edge technological materials are developed based on hardness, strength, and direction."

Something that is both light and strong does not exist.

"Materials that can withstand high-speed motion must be quite heavy; this is already the top-of-the-line equipment I can make right now."

"Don't worry, you're superhuman, this weight is nothing!"

Alright, being able to move while unleashing your ultimate skill is much better than her just standing there and dealing damage.

"Okay, I'm going to work now. Make two more sets for me at home as backup."

"Don't go!"

"What, you're reluctant to part with me?"

"Um... a spotlight with 2 million lumens costs $50 per unit, and the wearable structure costs 100 million."

"Huh? I just gave you a lot of support, and you're already taking my money?"

"Hehe, even sisters should keep clear accounts~"

I transferred 900 million with tears in my eyes. What should I do if my working-class version of Iron Man is a money-grubber?

Take care~

Water, 87th floor, management level.

Morgan now has his own office here. Pushing open the door, you see a table piled high with files.

I was immediately struck by the content on the first page.

"What!"

This department, which has existed for over 20 years, has only two combat units—clones! Black!

The first one is a clone!

The one who was the assistant to the third-rate hero "Firecracker Girl" in the show.

He was the sole soldier in the entire combat unit!

It's unclear what Walter did, but these clones were stripped of their emotions and only obeyed the commands in their headsets.

Moreover, the clones can break through distance limitations, moving far away from the original body and scattered throughout the country.

There is a limit to the number, 1. New individuals cannot be born unless the old ones die.

The clones are practically the perfect suicide squad, as long as they aren't killed off all at once.

Even if only one person survives, we can slowly rebuild our scale!

……

No wonder the people from the cleaning department were all so wooden when I first met them; they didn't say a word.

It turns out, behind their masks, there was actually the same person! The same emotionless person!

Open the second file; the top one shows the clone's combat mode.

First, they fired directly, attempting to eliminate the tumor beast. If it were a [Bandit-level Calamity], it would be eliminated in the first wave of attacks.

If you encounter enemies that special bullets can't kill, leave a few to lie low, and send the rest up with high explosives.

Those that remain continue to split into new individuals, and are sent away in round after round.

After several rounds of explosions, even a [street-level calamity] would perish in the blasts.

Put down the clone's file.

He can only handle ordinary people, so there's no need to watch any further.

Turning to the dark file, his battle record looked much better.

When all the clones in the team die, Xuanse will rush over and take over their unfinished work.

It can wipe out an entire squad of clones and consume the explosives they carry.

This is something only a monster of the [City-Level Calamity] level could accomplish.

Xuanse, however, excelled at killing the tumor beasts, perfectly completing 18 missions.

This is definitely not something the disfigured ninja boy in the TV series could have done.

[Black] is definitely the culprit who caused Homelander to eventually go insane in the comics.

They are clones of Homelander. In the comics, Vought has at least three such clones.

In the battle for the White House, they besieged Homelander, but were eventually killed one by one, and Homelander also died in a pool of blood...

She had anticipated that Xuanse was a clone.

However, the number of [Black] is definitely not large, otherwise, the world's structure would not be what it is now.

The third item is the archive, containing the remains of a tumorous beast.

Walter collected these things, not knowing what he intended to do with them. Come to think of it, the remains of the tumor beast in his own home were taken away by the Cleanup Department.

Walter specifically instructed that this thing should be preserved as much as possible during the battle, and that Walter would pay to have it recycled.

A high-quality carcass, its remains could fetch between 1000 million and 1 million yuan when recycled.

Holy crap, does that mean I lost a hundred million last time?

In the archives, apart from these somewhat useful pieces of information, everything else is for non-combatants, logistics personnel, and the like.

As the phone screen shook violently, Morgan threw down the file.

Alright, that's enough information for now.

"We have work to do!"

With the external device on and legs slightly bent, the next moment, they were launched into the air!

I sped toward the red dot on my phone: New York City, Queens.

A line of large characters appeared on the phone screen—

[Black - Calling for backup!]