The kerfuffle from the gunshots had sent everyone scuttling out of the basement, and Wilbur was the only one left. Fawkes smirked, finding the situation rather amusing. "You''re pretty brave, aren''t you."


    Wilbur shook his head. "I don''t want to waste my time with you, Fawkes."


    "I don''t want to waste my time talking to you, either."


    Fawkes raised his pistol, aiming it at Wilbur as he red at him. "You think you''re


    so brave, don''t you? I think you''re a fool. Don''t be so foolish in your next life, young man. Goodbye."


    "Wait. I''m here because of the Satan Robot."


    The Satan Robot?!


    Fawkes''s eyes lit up at once. "You want to buy the Satan Robot too?"


    "Yes, it''s much more powerful than I could have ever imagined, and I''d like to have it. But before that, I''d like to know more about it."


    "Hahaha! Of course..."


    Fawkes barked out augh as if he had stumbled upon a pot of gold before his expression quickly returned to its previous coolness. "I have to tell you beforehand that the Satan Robot is priced at one hundred million dors per unit. The minimum purchase amount is ten units, which would cost a billion dors. If you don''t have a billion dors, I don''t think there''s any point in talking."


    "I''ve got a billion dors, but I''d like to know more about the Satan Robot first or I won''t buy it."


    "Sure, of course. Let''s talk somewhere else."


    Fawkes led Wilbur to Basement Two, entering a room at the end of the corridor where he made Wilbur a cup of coffee. "Help yourself, Mister Penn."


    Wilbur nced at the coffee and nodded politely. "Let''s talk business, Mister Fawkes."


    "Of course."


    "Mister Fawkes, what is your Satan Robot made of? What are its functions, and how long can it run for?"


    "The Satan Robot is made out of the finest stainless carbon steel in the world. It can withstand up to three cannon-like attacks in a row at one targeted spot before it is affected. As for the internal system, the Satan Robot''s controls and functions can be perfectly sustained and prolonged in the face of extreme attacks as long as it does not run out of energy."


    "Wait a minute." Wilbur looked confused as he asked, "How severe of an attack is the one you''re referring to? Is it the three cannon-like shots?"


    Fawkes looked nothing but confident. "No, it''s not what you think. I meant something like a really powerful grenade that can prate the robot''s body and blow up from the inside so that the Satan Robot won''t have parts to control at all."


    "A grenade? Isn''t a regr bazooka enough to crush the robot''s internal systems already?"


    "No, it isn''t." Fawkes shook his head with a smile. "That''s because we''re using a special memory metal."


    "Memory metal?"


    "Yes, Mister Penn. Give me a moment."


    Fawkes disappeared into the room, before emerging with a circuit board with a piece of metal wire connected to the center in the shape of a ''U''.


    Fawkes took out a knife and cut the U-shaped wire before Wilbur''s eyes before flipping the circuit switch on. The hiss of electric sparks filled the air, and both men watched as the two broken ends of the wire extended automatically, reconnecting with each other.