"Supervisor, do we really want to do this?"

In the backstage of the main exhibition, the research assistant looked at the plan in his hand worriedly.

"Will this be too high-profile? If the culprit building is angry..."

"Since entering the exhibition, the Qiantu Building has caused trouble everywhere. There is nothing to say between us and them. And you have to remember that although the name of the exhibition is 'Crohn', the exhibition site is not the Crohn Group." Garfield patted the scientific research assistant on the shoulder, "Go on stage and follow Miss Kahn's plan."

Under the booth, most of the suppliers at the forefront had left, and the rounds had already passed twenty. The only two remaining suppliers were chatting with interest, waiting for the Wilson company's team.

"In the new quarter, I don't know how Wilson's technology is now progressing."

"If it were still like last time, I'm afraid it would be the only part of the venomous building."

"Two."

Tosa Match appeared in front of the seats of the two suppliers, with a small team of desperate buildings behind him.

"Mr. March, if I remember correctly, you should be very busy today. Ten minutes ago, it seemed that you were still talking to the company in Mickton." The representative of Ni'ante Nuggets Factory seemed to be familiar with Tosa March.

"I can't be absent from the technical display of Wilson." Tosa March shrugged, greeted the two and sat in the rear.

"Mr. March, you don't need to come under the booth in person, that's too deliberate..." The subordinate sitting next to him whispered.

"It's okay, I want to watch it myself." Tosa March waved his hand, "I have made enough arrangements for the next negotiating table today. This is the last and most important thing."

"Their exhibition project is 'Tek Plasma', which should be from Jiuke's technical support. It's too simple to ask questions. And how could Wilson understand the things from the Institute of Evolution?

In short, their presentation is not important. It is important to ensure that their project fails enough, which is related to whether I can gain an advantage at the negotiating table." Tosa Marche said indifferently.

“That is,…”

"Silence." Tosa Mage stood up with a finger on his lips and smiled slightly at his subordinates, "The show is about to begin."

The light around the booth dimmed slightly, the main venue gradually became quiet, and the Wilson Company logo appeared on the big screen above.

A small piece of applause was heard in the public opinion group, and the college students were in high spirits, and Professor Sun, who was staying among the crowd of people, shook his head slowly.

In the eyes of the crowd, a tall figure rose from the ground.

It was a Tektronix.

Then, two rows of rectangularly cut devices were raised at the ground on both sides at the same time, and after expanding, the dense guns inside were exposed.

These are two weapon racks.

There was a whisper in the crowd.

According to the normal process, the representative of the technical display should come up to briefly describe the Wilson company and the project display. It is relatively rare to throw a Tektronix on it without saying a word.

More importantly, this is Wilson, a company with weak military technology.

The only two suppliers below immediately whispered, and Tosa Mage frowned and instinctively felt something was wrong.

During a whisper, the team from Wilson Company came to the front, but there were only two technicians in white coats, and the other two were fully armed with security, with the logo stickers on their chests becoming the "tester" style.

There are four people in total.

“What is this to do?”

"This time I'm not a display of immortality?"

"You have transformed into military industry... But as an independent company, it may be a bit difficult to emerge in the war technology of the two joint groups."

The security guard on the stage turned a deaf ear to the various sights below. One person walked to the weapon stand and picked up a streamlined tech pistol.

The security guard walked to the Tektronix, and Garfield's figure appeared in the center of the booth:

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Before our project presentation officially begins, I want to showcase our latest technology in a more intuitive way. This is the shell of a Tektronix."

Garfield's throat swelled, and wiped away the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead with the movement of tidying his collar.

He was actually a little nervous about what he was going to do soon. He was just a scientific research supervisor, and it was indeed a bit difficult for him to do such a thing.

But Garfield looked nothing unusual, and even had a full aura, and walked to the side of Tektronix:

"Of course, this Tektronix has only an empty shell. But except for the internal core, no power furnace, no transmission system, and no one, his defense is no different from the normal Tektronix, then..."

He took two steps back and waved his hand. The security guard not far away slightly raised the pistol he had taken off the weapon stand, and the drone around him was responsible for photography captured the pistol image on the rear screen.

"This is a tech pistol produced by a certain company."

The crowd was filled with an uproar, and the representative of Miguang Company located below darkened.

Because it is a firearm produced by Miguang, except that it does not have any marks, it is completely an industrial product produced by its own company. The factory industrial chain was established the year before yesterday, and it has been iterated for three generations, belonging to this generation of technology. Naturally, the people below can also see it.

What are you going to do when bringing Miguang Company’s things to your own booth?

Seeing the reaction of the crowd below, Garfield forced a smile and turned around and waved.

The security guard on one side pointed the pistol at the empty shell of Tektronix and suddenly pulled the trigger.

"Buzz!!"

The pulse bullet slammed the air and hit the Tektronix's shell, leaving a pitch-black mark and some tiny scratches.

"For this specialized defense Tektronix shell, this pistol failed to cause effective damage."

Then, the security guard picked up another rifle from the weapon stand, and the representative of the Miguang Company frowned suddenly.

Because that's what their company produces.

"This is an automatic rifle made by a certain company."

Garfield's voice came from the stage.

Dadadadadadadada—

A series of bullets broke out from the hands of the security guard, all bombarding the Tektronix's shell.
Chapter completed!