Lin Yi's heart had long flown to the laboratory by now.
Everything was ready except for the crucial wind.
Impatient to create the Battle Armor, Lin Yi did not linger any longer.
Things here would naturally be handled by Mi Lei; he just needed to show them what he wanted to express.
Mi Lei personally carried Lin Yi's suitcase downstairs, where the car was already parked.
Without wasting any time, Lin Yi greeted and drove away.
Inside Lin Yi's secret laboratory, the large experiment table in the middle was already filled with various items.
Including a large pile of gold bricks, dazzling under the lights.
However, Lin Yi had no time to care for such things, holding an A4 paper, making a final check of what's missing.
After confirming that nothing was missing except the ammunition, he excitedly and nervously began calling the system in his heart:
"System, system, come quickly and check if these items are enough to create the Mark3 Battle Armor!"
