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Chapter 51 - Big Client

A heavy semi-trailer truck parked in the farm, its cargo hold filled with supplies Kade had purchased.

The killers milled around the truck, unloading the goods. The first things off were the bunk beds from IKEA; they were tired of sleeping on the cold concrete.

"Wait! You need to clean out the dorm first, then bring in the bed frames," Kade barked, now able to directly order these ruthless laborers. After being shocked until they shit themselves, anyone would lose their intimidation factor.

He pointed at a few killers to get the high-pressure hose and wash down the inside and outside of the cow shed, then sweep out all the stinking, old hay.

After using an industrial fan to blow through the cow shed for nearly two hours, the lingering smell of cow dung finally started to dissipate.

Once the shed was mostly dry, Kade instructed the killers to move in the assembled bunk beds.

The original ranch had a small kitchen for the cowboys, but the ranch owner had taken the equipment. Kade bought a new set and had two killers who knew how to cook take charge of meal preparation.

Under Broly's high-pressure rule, all the killers were very well-behaved, quickly transforming into qualified farmers and cowboys. In two days, they had cleared over a hundred acres of cornfields. Although their efficiency was far less than that of farm machinery, it was still quite good, and they weren't slacking off.

After the corn and potatoes were cleared, Kade planned to divide the killers into groups and distribute them throughout the ranch, the vegetable garden, and the orchard.

The last things remaining on the semi-trailer were the lathe, the industrial heating furnace, the high-pressure gas tank, the belt sander, and some other odds and ends of blacksmithing tools.

Iron Man and Batman both had the powerful ability to use money to arm themselves with the most advanced technology. Broly didn't need those flashy gadgets, but using playing cards all the time wasn't ideal. He was planning to make some decent equipment for himself.

He easily carried the lathe off the truck.

Kade was constantly adjusting these brand-new machines in the blacksmith workshop he had cleared out. Although he was now an ordinary farmer, he had once dreamed of being an inventor, idolizing Howard Stark. But the things he made were no different from garbage, and he quickly went bankrupt, even losing his wife.

"Boss, all the machines are installed and adjusted. What do you want to make?" He turned on the power, rubbing his hands with excitement.

"First, make me a Batman Mask."

Seeing Kade's confident look, Broly couldn't help but feel a little anticipation. He took out a piece of paper and drew the mask Batman wore.

It was more like a helmet than a mask, covering the entire head, only exposing the lower half of the face.

"Uh..."

If it weren't for Broly saying it was a Batman Mask, Kade wouldn't have recognized what it was.

"You can't make it, can you?" Broly's eyes immediately turned dangerous.

"How could that be? Boss, watch me hammer it out for you!" Kade wiped the sweat from his brow and chose an iron plate, starting up the machine. Although he hadn't touched machines in seven or eight years, Kade quickly got the hang of it again. Under the forging of the machine, the iron plate quickly deformed.

Because there were no molds, he could only forge the iron plate into shape bit by bit. Before long, the front half of the mask was formed. He forged the back half as well, welded the two halves together with an argon arc welder, and polished it on the belt sander.

"Boss, how is it? Is it exactly what you designed?" Kade held the mask in his hand, full of pride.

Broly took the iron mask with a blank expression.

"Is this a bat? This is clearly a panda! And what's with this weird expression?"

He looked at the mask in his hand. The panda face seemed to be saying, "Go eat shit."

He crumpled the iron mask into a ball, and said to Kade in a murderous tone:

"Would you dare to go out wearing this mask? Make it again!"

The next period of time was Kade's nightmare.

"The two ears are too rounded, make them sharper for me."

"Too sharp! Do you want me to headbutt you to death?"

"The expression on this mask is too ferocious. Wearing it will make people think I'm a vampire. Make it a little gentler."

"This expression isn't cool enough. I want a sense of darkness, you know, the kind that's steeped in all the pain of life, loneliness, alienation from the world, yet has compassion for humanity."

"Uh, the opening here on the chin needs to be looser. I don't like the feeling of it squeezing my chin."

"The upper part still needs to be tight, or it'll easily fly off in battle."

"Add a layer of cotton padding inside, or it's uncomfortable."

Finally, when Broly expressed his satisfaction, Kade was almost exhausted. The mask, except for the lack of black paint, was almost identical to the original in the comics. It narrowed his field of vision when he wore it, and it was a little stuffy.

"Next, make me a batch of Batarangs."

Kade's craftsmanship was indeed excellent. Although he was a mediocre inventor, he was also an excellent blacksmith and fitter.

For the Batarangs Broly wanted, he decided to use the casting method, first making the model of the casting with wax blocks, then using clay to make the outer mold, heating it to bake, pouring out the melted wax mold, and pouring in the molten steel to cast the Batarangs. A set of outer molds could be used for a long time, which was very suitable for mass production when there were no more advanced machines.

He made ten sets of outer molds in one go, casting hundreds of Batarangs, and finished polishing and sharpening them on the belt sander.

Broly took a Batarang, tossed it in his hand. The center of gravity of the Batarang was very comfortable, and the edges were very sharp, able to easily cut through paper.

He tossed it casually, and the Batarang let out a shrill whistle in the air, breaking the sound barrier, instantly crossing a distance of hundreds of meters, smashing a boulder to pieces.

If he used the power of his Ki, the speed of the Batarang could double again.

"Okay, I'm very satisfied with this Batarang. Kade, help me forge a suit of armor next." Broly said with shining eyes.

Kade only felt his vision go black, and suddenly regretted urging Broly to buy this set of tools. The two had been in the blacksmith workshop for more than ten hours. Broly, full of energy, didn't feel tired, but he was already feeling like he was about to drop dead.

"If it's done, fifty thousand dollars is yours, and you can use the machines in the workshop as you please."

Under the sweet deal offered by Broly, Kade was instantly full of energy.

Just as Broly was about to make some requests about the armor, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello, is this Mr. Wayne? This is Charon from the Continental Hotel. A big client wants to assign you to complete a bounty."

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