Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

William actually wanted to create second-generation Sentinels. With the breakthrough in cracking the shape-shifting gene, the second-generation Sentinel robots would not only be able to transform into anyone at will, but their bodies would also contain no metal. As long as they mimicked bones, they could pass through any security check without raising suspicion.

These Sentinels would possess advanced intelligence, incredible resistance to damage, flight capabilities, immense strength, high speed, and the ability to transform any part of their bodies into weapons. Transforming into a human would make them the perfect bodyguards and assassins.

The only problem was that when William tried to fully decipher the Mystique gene map in his mind, he was dumbfounded. After staring at it for a long time, he realized he couldn't understand any of the genetic information. This realization made William feel disheartened; he finally understood that he wasn't a genius after all—just someone relying on cheats.

Well, if he couldn't understand it, he'd just have to learn slowly.

Without the ability to transform and without superpowers, Sentinels were no match for Iron Man suits.

So William had to give up on the more covert second-generation Sentinels and settle for focusing on the Iron Man suits.

When it came to mechanical matters, with Sunday's help, even if it meant replicating and assembling parts one by one, he knew success was inevitable.

First, he built the Mark 2. After successfully making it once and gaining some experience, he moved on to creating the portable Mark 5 model. William was determined; he wouldn't stop until he created the nanotech-based Mark 50.

As for mechanical aesthetics, William didn't care. His priority in creating the suits was the safety of himself and his mother.

While working on the Mark suits, he also studied Sentinel technology, aiming to eventually integrate the Sentinels' self-repair and superpower features into the Iron Man suits.

However, reality presented a challenge for William. Given the current state of server hardware in the year 2000, the cost of running the suits would be astronomical. He might not even have enough money if he spent all his cash. The more William thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

"Damn it, all this thinking and this is the outcome?" It seemed that using the Mark suit in the short term wasn't going to be easy. This conclusion made William furious, and he kicked the car in frustration.

With a loud "bang," he accidentally kicked a hole near the gas pedal of his Aston Martin DB7, which he had bought less than a month ago.

Fortunately, the brakes and steering wheel were unharmed. William quickly pulled over, turned off the engine, and took a few minutes to calm down.

Reality had given William a harsh lesson, making him realize the frustration and helplessness Tony Stark's father must have felt when he said that the world's technology couldn't keep up with his ideas.

Since it wasn't possible to build the Mark suits or second-generation Sentinels in a short time, William decided to consult someone he could trust. "Sunday, get Winston on the phone."

A few seconds later, Winston's cheerful voice came through the Bluetooth earpiece. "Hello, William, what brings you to call me?"

"Good morning, Uncle. It's morning there, right? I was just shopping and saw some nice Patek Philippe watches. I was wondering if you prefer metal or leather straps," William lied, thinking he'd better buy a limited edition Patek Philippe watch later to avoid being teased next time.

"Thanks, but come on, kid, I can tell you're just making excuses. What's up? I know you only call me when you need something," Winston said with a slightly reproachful tone, but William could tell he was in a good mood.

"No, really, I was thinking of getting you a watch. Also, I wanted to ask for your advice, Uncle. Do you have anyone trustworthy to act as a bodyguard for my mother?"

"Hmm," Winston's tone immediately turned cold, "Did something happen?"

William quickly reassured him, "No, no, don't worry, Uncle, nothing has happened to me or Mom. It's just that I might make some big moves in business soon, involving large sums of money, so I want to arrange for bodyguards in advance, just in case."

"Good, no problems then," Winston's tone softened again. After a moment of thought, he said, "I do have someone suitable, but I'm not sure how you feel about people of color."

"Oh, God, Uncle, have you been staying in hotels too long? Neither of us is white; do you really think I care about skin color?" William retorted.

"Ha, don't get upset, kid. I've been hearing rumors lately that people from your mother's homeland look down on anyone who isn't one of their own. The reason it hasn't been noticed is just that they hide it well. Since you're half from there, I thought I'd check first."

William thought to himself, "Is there really such a saying?" He shook his head with a smile and said, "Don't worry, I only care about family and useful people."

"Good to hear. The person I have in mind is Robert McCall, a retired member of a black ops team. He's currently living in Boston and working as a loader in a large hardware store. He's got top-notch skills and experience. With McCall and a few assistants, Lena will be well-protected."

William had some impression of black ops teams—they were usually responsible for protecting high-profile individuals and taking down heavily armed insurgents.

"The CIA's black ops team? Would someone who faked their death and retired really come back for a life on the edge? Uncle, can't you recommend someone more reliable? I don't want to hire a bodyguard only to end up needing to protect them."

Annoyed by his favorite nephew's complaints, Winston snapped, "Idiot, who do you think I am? I'm the manager of the Continental Hotel. Caution is the key to survival. You and Lena are my only family—I wouldn't recommend someone unreliable.

Think about what I just said. McCall is a black man. Do you think a black man who faked his death and retired from the CIA would have an easy life? Would he go back to working for the USA after retiring for a few years?"

"Yeah, the way you put it, it makes sense. Okay, I apologize, Uncle. When can I meet this McCall guy?"

"I'll send you McCall's number in a bit. I have some connections with him, so he probably won't refuse my invitation. But it's best if you meet him in person. Some highly skilled people don't care only about money."

William chuckled. If they don't care about money, then it's about reputation or their community. "Got it. By the way, I'm establishing a Devonshire Family Trust Fund. If McCall agrees to protect my mom, I'll consider directing the fund's charity efforts more towards African Americans."

"Very good, kid. Winning hearts is the best bond and weapon. If you have time, come to New York and watch a game with me. And one last thing: I prefer leather straps and only like vintage styles. Got it?"

"No problem, Uncle. I promise I'll personally pick out a few watches I like and bring them to you to choose from. Even if you don't like them, you'll have to wear them because it's my first gift to you. Ha ha."

"Fine, if it makes you happy, kid. I promise that even if I don't like it, I'll pretend I do. And by the way, William, your first gift to me was peeing on my clothes when you were still a baby. Bye-bye, my dear nephew."

After hanging up the phone, William went to the Patek Philippe store, picked out a few vintage watches he liked, paid with his card, and had them delivered to Winston at the Continental Hotel in New York.

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