A sci-fi-looking triangular aircraft descended vertically and landed on the lawn in front of the hotel.
Compared to the Gun Club's melon-seed-shaped spaceship, this aircraft, which was about the same size as a Quinjet, was nothing special.
However, its engine was clearly different from those used in modern spaceships. Blue flames burst silently and powerfully from hundreds of thumb-thick holes in the aircraft.
This somewhat surreal aircraft had even caught Stark's attention as he enjoyed breakfast.
Stark walked over and sat down at the table beside Alvin. Frowning, he studied the aircraft, then used the scanner on his wristband to scan it...
Seeing Stark's faintly disgruntled expression, Alvin said with a laugh, "Come on, man. You've got to be magnanimous. There's no shame in admitting you don't recognize something."
Stark curled his lip and looked at Alvin with disdain. "Just because you don't recognize it doesn't mean I don't. I'm just a little annoyed that someone found a shortcut to develop an 'Electromagnetic Pulse Energy-Storage Impact Engine.'
"I once read a paper about this kind of engine. I even wrote a new paper to prove that an 'Electromagnetic Pulse Energy-Storage Impact Engine' was feasible."
Stark looked at Alvin's utterly bewildered face and sneered, "Was that too complicated? I mean, asking an idiot who can't even change his own oil to understand an engine name with more than fifty letters might be a bit much, right?"
Alvin rolled his eyes at Stark's plainly jealous expression. Amused, he said, "You make it sound so impressive. How come you haven't built one yourself?"
Stark fell silent for a moment, then shook his head. "Because it's only theoretical.
"Given the current state of materials science, fully realizing the theory isn't practical. The cost-effectiveness is far too low, too.
"Now I understand why Doom is