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Chapter 329 Plans Can't Keep Up with Changes (Happy Dragon Boat Festival, Friends)
Originally, the single-serving energy block production device was already an item Ma Zhaodi planned to purchase—although it had been said before that the three-wheeled vehicle could survive on Earth's energy, and occasionally buying an energy block to improve her life would provide enough for a year.

However, in high-intensity battles, the energy of a three-wheeled vehicle will still be consumed rapidly—after all, the energy consumption of a three-wheeled vehicle weighing about half a ton is definitely slightly different from that of a robot with super computing power that weighs tens of tons after transformation.

As for why the body size changes so much after transformation, Ma Zhaodi didn't know either. He once asked the three-wheeled vehicle this question, and her answer was: "The transformation elements are not elements of the earth. We don't understand your babbling about the law of conservation of mass."

In short, there's no need to make such a big deal out of the Transformers stuff.

After seeing that the lowest-spec wallpaper room required its own power supply, Ma Zhaodi simply placed the energy production device inside the wallpaper room. Coincidentally, the three-wheeled vehicle could store electricity on the solar panel casing when it set up its stall every day. After storing the electricity, it would be put into the machine to be converted into energy blocks, which would then serve as energy storage for the three-wheeled vehicle and the room.

If Ma Zhaodi uses other electronic devices that require large amounts of power in the future, the energy block can also serve as a universal energy source.

Ma Zhaodi took out his phone again and checked it. Although the three-wheeled vehicle had collapsed, the nanobots outside the door were still faithfully performing their duties of cover and surveillance, which made him feel at ease.

Just then, the sound of a silly cat came from the kitchen.

"Boss, boss, I can't find the seasoning, meow."

"Sigh, you silly, clueless cat."

Ma Zhaodi turned and went into the kitchen: "Next time I'll just get you a cat spice rack."

It was 2:30 p.m. when Denton left Elizabeth's ward and walked out of Central City Hospital.

"If I'm lucky this time," he thought, "I can disguise the whole incident as a simple robbery and manslaughter, and it won't be discovered."

"I'm sure I won't be discovered," he thought. "I'm sure I won't. I still want to spend the last few moments with Elizabeth."

In fact, he could have settled accounts with Steiger after Elizabeth's death, but deep down he still harbored a sliver of hope that if Steiger passed away, he might still have a chance to wrest back his experimental patents from the Steiger Group, which was in a state of chaos and desperately seeking peace after its stock price plummeted.

For Elizabeth, it was a chance to live; for him, every second counted.

He took a taxi to a building near the Steiger Building, went inside, and went down the stairs with malfunctioning security cameras to the underground parking lot, where a black van was parked.

As a quick-thinking scientist, Denton had, of course, planned his criminal activities for the day. After robbing the gun store in the morning, he drove his black van to the vicinity of the Steiger Building to prepare for the assassination in the afternoon.

"One, two, twelve fully loaded guns, and twenty-four spare magazines."

After carefully checking his hidden guns and ammunition in the deserted parking lot, Denton immediately put on a balaclava, put on his jacket and trousers, and then started the car and drove away.

It was 2:57 PM. The taxi that had come from the hospital was slightly stuck in traffic, so it was two minutes late. However, Denton hadn't planned to arrive early anyway—it would be best if everyone who was supposed to attend the awards ceremony could get in so that his van could avoid being seen and drive to the back alley next to the Steiger Building.

When he reached the designated location, the time on his watch was exactly three o'clock.

“It’s not time yet,” he thought. “Steig’s speech won’t start at 3:00 sharp. I’ll wait eight more minutes. He still has to deal with those high-society people. He won’t leave right at 3:10.” At 3:08 p.m., Denton checked his watch, split into five groups, each holding a pistol, another tucked into their waistbands, and spare magazines in their pockets. The six men, carrying large bags, quickly ran out of the van and into the Steiger Building.

“There are six exits in the venue.” As he ran, Denton recalled the detailed route map and security point design of the venue: “Six people, each controlling one exit, to prevent anyone from escaping halfway, stage a robbery, kill Steig, and then run back to the car from the exit near the back alley.”

"Steg must die."

"To be honest, I found my story to be quite legendary."

In the lobby of the Steiger Building, a man's voice came through a microphone, sounding quite proud.

“I was once just an introverted, shy, and taciturn freshman at Central City University, but now I can proudly stand here in front of you—to receive this annual Best Contribution Award.”

A white-haired man in his sixties stood on the podium, holding an honorary trophy in his hand. Dressed in a suit and tie, he was in high spirits. With a smile on his face, he spoke to the audience about his legendary life. He looked every bit the successful person, an upper-class elite—and of course, he was indeed a successful person.

Whether it's his expensive suit or his now-massive Steiger Corporation, these things undoubtedly become a dazzling halo, adding immense persuasiveness to his speeches and even lending him a touch of legend.

The upper-class people in the audience, whether they were corporate executives, government officials, or scions of celebrities, were all dressed in top suits, wearing expensive watches and bags, listening to Steiger's speech; they all showed smiles of agreement, clapped and sighed, thinking it was wonderful, as if they felt that they had reached a certain resonance with the content of this business tycoon's speech as successful elites.

“I am deeply grateful to hear of this honor,” Steiger continued. “But for me, the real honor is learning that my research in organ transplantation can give people a second chance at life.”

"Thank you for coming, distinguished guests. I am very grateful today."

The moment Steiger finished his speech, he was surrounded by applause and a throng of people, all elites who wanted to befriend and collaborate with him, drawn by the enormous profits in this research.

At the back of the crowd, Barry Allen, also dressed in a suit, was accompanied by Iris. However, the two did not push forward, partly because they couldn't squeeze through the crowd of wealthy and powerful people, and partly because they were simply spectators as science enthusiasts.

At that moment, Steiger's bodyguard suddenly whispered something in his ear, which made Steiger's face light up with joy.

"Really? A pharmaceutical giant wants to collaborate with me?"

"Yes."

"Get the car ready, let's go now."

The bodyguard's expression changed almost imperceptibly.

"What to do about social engagements?"

"With wolves to cooperate with, why bother with these flies that come running at the first sign of trouble?"

(End of this chapter)