"Jarvis, it seems that we need to further deal with this mecha. Help me note down the icing problem, and the shock absorption must also be optimized."
Just now, Tony piloted his suit on a test flight and almost landed firmly on the ground, which frightened him greatly.
"As you wish, sir."
Jarvis's electronic sound reached Tony's ears.
"Go back, or Peppa will nag me again."
When Tony said this, he was thinking about how on earth his whereabouts were known by the guys from the Ten Commandments Gang.
Although his whereabouts will always be scrutinized, it is not unfathomable that his trip to Afghanistan would be known.
But those with clear intentions should not know his return route.
Tony flew all the way back to his research room, still thinking about this problem over and over.
Of course, this kind of problem won't bother him for too long, and his attention will shift to other places.
For example, continuing to make steel suits, or a certain beautiful girl that I saw briefly.
While thinking about this, Tony returned to his research room, and after letting the robotic arm help him remove his suit, Tony walked to the table with a single eye.
He casually took a cool hamburger, took a bite, and returned to his counter.
"Maybe this place would be better this way."
Tony clicked casually on the 3D imaging console.
"Dong dong dong~"
"Who's out there? Jarvis?"
Tony chewed his burger and asked his smart butler vaguely.
If you are an acquaintance, there is no need to knock on the door so hard.
"Sorry sir, the information of the person outside the door is confidential."
Jarvis would not take the initiative to attack the information security of other places. These things would only be done with Tony's personal authorization.
"Break the code, I want to know."
Tony stood in front of the robotic arm and put the metal glove on his hand.
Tony, who had just escaped from danger not long ago, didn't have much sense of security.
"Sir, the person outside the door is Philip J. Colson, who served in the Army Rangers..."
"Tony, do you know how much trouble you just made!"
Colonel Rhodes opened the door directly and came in.
If Tony's previous test flight had not been arranged by SHIELD, he might have been shot down as a UFO.
James Rhodes is not on Tony's guard, he is Tony's trusted friend.
If Coulson hadn't insisted on a polite visit, they would have come in right away.
"Jarvis, we'll talk later."
Tony turned to face his friend. He trusted Rhodes very much.
When Tony walked up to Rhodes, Coulson took the initiative to say hello.
"Mr. Stark, I am Phil Coulson from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. I am here to investigate the flying object you just flew."
Coulson said with his usual smile.
"Wait, what did you say your name was?"
Tony vaguely remembered that Jarvis was talking about Philip J. Colson.
"My name is Phil Coulson, Mr. Stark."
Coulson only took it as Tony's disdain for the authorities. This kind of inability to remember names was quite normal for a playboy.
"Okay Coulson, what are you here to investigate?"
Tony dealt with it calmly.
Just when he was about to take off the steel gloves, he stopped what he was doing, turned around, walked to the sofa on one side, and sat on it.
Taking precautions became Tony's subconscious move at this time, and keeping a distance was good for both of them.
Tony was quite capable originally, but after experiencing dangers, he has now learned to disguise himself.
Some people say that interest is the best teacher, but in fact survival is a better teacher than interest.
Tony is just pretending to be nonchalant now, and you won't be able to tell anything unless you observe him carefully.
Especially Coulson and the others only knew Tony through reports, and this was their first real meeting.
Before Coulson could speak, Tony spoke.
"But the name of your security bureau is too long, I can't remember it."
Of course Tony knew the name. When he asked Jarvis to tell him the relevant information later, Coulson's resume appeared on his glasses.
Jarvis already possesses this level of intelligence.
That information also mentioned that his dear Aunt Peggy Carter was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Tony did not look directly at Colson, but turned his head and quickly browsed the information on the glasses.
"We are just asking about the previous aircraft, so don't be nervous."
Coulson felt that Tony was acting a little strange, so he just thought he was nervous.
"Tony, if it weren't for them, the Air Force would have opened fire!"
Rhodes roared with anger. Out of concern for his friends, Rhodes rarely got angry.
"I know Rod, I'll let Jarvis inform you the next time I take off."
Tony moved his gaze away from the open space and looked at Rhodes seriously.
He has read the general news, and there is no need to avoid Coulson and Rhodes now.
"You better not lie to me."
Rhodes directly pulled out a bottle of gin from the cupboard and poured it into the glass.
"So~ Mr. Coulson, is there anything else you want to know?"
Tony lowered his head and looked up at Colson.
This posture gave him a sense of oppression.
"Mr. Stark, no more for now."
Coulson understood what Tony meant by seeing off the guests, and now was not the time for him to have further contact with Tony.
Coulson turned and left Tony's house, taking his subordinates with him.
"So Rhodes, do you have anything else to do?"
Tony walked to the operating table and took off his steel gloves, the reflector on his chest was still glowing.
"I can't even have a glass of wine?"
Rhodes held the wine in his hand and said with some surprise.
"When I'm done, you can have a party on the cruise ship if you want."
Tony showed no mercy at all.
"Okay, as long as you remember this, be sure to tell us in advance next time."
Rhodes drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and then left the room directly.
"That sip of yours cost you at least a week's salary."
Tony said this before closing the door.
The Air Force is the first-class people in this country, and their salaries and wages are very high.
It's much better than the miserable army.
If the Air Force wants to buy Jericho missiles, Tony doesn't need to show them in person.
"Jarvis, follow the Bureau of Land and Resources to investigate and see if the accident I encountered has anything to do with them."
Tony arranged the tasks.
Of course, Jarvis can even collect all the information about Tony, but now Jarvis cannot accurately select the kind of information he needs from all the information.
Being able to have a little bit of autonomy according to Tony's instructions is its current limit.
This chapter has been completed!