The early discovery of graphene will undoubtedly bring about tremendous changes to the world. Despite the lack of supporting data, Vincent still managed to create the first graphene battery based on theory.
The test results were very disappointing to him; the battery's stability was too poor, no wonder it had never been widely adopted in his previous life.
For three consecutive days, he and William spent their time in the underground laboratory of MI6 headquarters. After countless tests, they finally found a solution.
Graphene's high specific surface area makes it prone to side reactions, resulting in significant volume changes during charging and discharging, reduced battery stability, shortened lifespan, and structural aggregation issues when used as a standalone electrode.
By optimizing the internal structure of the battery through Alchemy and then nesting it with multiple Undetectable Extension Charm to divide it into dozens or even hundreds of independent modules, the problem that has restricted the development of graphene has been completely solved.
But this brings new problems: costs.
Cutting-edge technology often means disregarding costs, and the Bugatti Veyron, built 20 years ahead of schedule, is a good example.
However, cost is not a big deal for Vincent. The only problem is that it is difficult to automate production, and each battery needs to be made by hand.
After leaving MI6 headquarters, William threw himself into a new round of research.
If magic can extract graphene, then science certainly can too.
On August 17, the Muggle -specific Dominator Pistol was finally successfully manufactured in the underground laboratory of the Succession Society headquarters.
After conducting extensive testing and confirming that there were no security issues Vincent contacted Hunter.
Edinburgh, Redford Barracks, is home to the 51st Infantry Brigade and the Scottish Army Command.
Wearing a pine-green military uniform, Hunter put down his cell phone, stepped out of the tent, and looked at the 50 young soldiers in black combat uniforms.
These were all outstanding graduates he personally selected from junior army schools directly under the Army Staff Training Directorate, such as the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst, the Artillery School, and the Armored Corps Training Center; they were also the first members of MAST-MA.
"I just received word that an enemy that will defy your understanding will attack this training ground shortly."
Hunter's expression was extremely solemn. "Remember, he is an enemy who will overturn your understanding of the world. Everything you have seen is the truth."
The young soldiers all looked puzzled.
An attack here? The 51st Infantry Brigade is just a kilometer away from the camp. One person attacking? Are they crazy?
Just as they were wondering if it was a drill by their superior, a strange noise came from the air.
They looked in the direction of the sound and clearly saw a black and white vortex magically appear above Hunter's head.
Immediately afterwards, a white figure emerged from inside, and several quick-reacting young soldiers rushed forward.
The attacker, wearing a white mask, snapped his fingers, and they all froze in their forward-rushing positions.
This bizarre scene deeply shocked the remaining young soldiers. Most of them dared not make any rash moves, but a few brave soldiers still rushed forward.
A mind-blowing exercise? It was just a special drill; all those stationary soldiers were just playing along.
"Commendable courage." The white figure seemed to be wrapped in a thin film, emitting a pale blue light under the sunlight.
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the youngest soldier who was charging the fastest.
In the blink of an eye, the soldier was pinned to the ground with one hand.
This is not a drill; this is a fact that defies common sense.
In the brief moment everyone was stunned, the white figure had already knocked down the soldiers who were rushing towards them.
"A ghost! It's a ghost!"
A timid soldier tried to escape, but a flame suddenly appeared in front of him.
"I am not a ghost." The white figure waved his left hand lightly, and flames spread outwards at his command.
In the firelight, fear spread across the soldiers' faces as well.
Hunter was quietly observing everything, frowned deeply.
The soldiers performed much worse than he had expected. He had assumed that young people were more adaptable, which was why he had accepted Vincent's suggestion.
"Don't panic!" A relatively thin soldier clenched his fist and stepped forward. "He's alone, we'll definitely find a chance to defeat him!"
He quickly made several hand gestures behind his back, which, though unseen, made Hunter feel very gratified.
"Attack!"
The white figure slowly closed its fingers as it raised its hand, causing the ground beneath the soldiers' feet to tremble.
However, after a brief moment of panic, the soldiers rushed forward and ran straight towards the tent behind Hunter.
The white figure immediately realized what was happening.
Since it's a training ground, it must be equipped with the corresponding weapons.
He lowered his hands and met Hunter's proud eyes.
As expected of carefully selected outstanding graduates, apart from the reckless ones who were eliminated at the beginning, the rest all have very strong mental fortitude.
"Commander Ryan!"
Hunter defiantly raised his chin and charged into the tent with the soldiers.
The white figure made no move, seemingly waiting for them to pick up their weapons.
Three smoke grenades were thrown out of the tent, and the thick smoke seemed to perfectly block out the view.
A burst of gunfire rang out, and after a round of fire, the smoke slowly dissipated, revealing a figure that could be vaguely seen.
The soldiers' understanding was overturned once again. The white figure was not only unharmed, but even the rubber bullets used for training were all eerily still in front of him.
The next second, something even stranger happened: the stationary rubber bullets accelerated back the way they came.
The tent was instantly tattered, leaving only a white figure and a grim-faced Hunter standing on the training ground.
These newly graduated soldiers were no match for a powerful wizard.
If it's a well-trained veteran...
Hunter smiled helplessly.
Even the German Federal Armed Forces and the German Ministry of Magic couldn't take down this kid; they'll probably have to resort to unconventional weapons with mass destruction.
The white figure slowly approached, removed his mask to reveal Vincent's face, and asked, "Uncle Hunter, how was my performance as the attacker?"
Hunter glanced at the soldiers lying motionless on the ground around him, and his lips twitched violently. "Well done. Don't do it again next time."
Vincent took out his Serpent Staff. "Since you're training right now, I think this method is very suitable."
We're all young people; instead of gradually revealing the existence of magic, it's better to just have a direct fight.
Hunter watched silently as everything around him returned to normal, including the wounded soldiers.
Physical wounds can heal completely, but what about emotional ones?
He rubbed his temples, considering whether it was necessary to find a psychologist to counsel the young soldiers.
Thinking about the potential risk of exposure, he decided to wait and see what happened first.