The winter atmosphere of Christmas is approaching, and some mundane excitement finally emerges from the coldness and silence. Outside the balcony, a shuttle full of passengers passes by from time to time, adding some unique vitality to the morning.
Schiller still lives in Eddie's house, not because he doesn't want to move back to his clinic, but because things have happened to his only two residences in New York.
The Arkham Sanatorium SkyTrain site was only a little bit close to being completed, but Jarvis suddenly pulled the brakes on himself, causing the project to come to an emergency stop. Although it was quickly taken over by automated construction machinery, it was agreed that
The mute device was not installed, and even if it was running, there would be a loud sound, and Schiller would not be able to have a good rest.
The small clinic in Hell's Kitchen was also bombed. The last time Eddie took Bob to get medicine, Bob threw the bomb he planned to use to blow up the shuttle in the basement.
Later, Bob had a bad idea about the expensive medicines in the small clinic. In the middle of the night, he wanted to break into the clinic to steal the medicines. However, because he was inexperienced, he went in the middle of the night again. When he broke into the basement, he didn't know what to do.
He accidentally detonated a bomb, killing himself and causing the structure of the clinic to collapse, making the entire ground floor uninhabitable.
Schiller could only continue to live with Eddie, but fortunately, because Eddie made a lot of money as editor-in-chief, and because he was willing to downgrade his consumption and rent a house on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, he could rent a house at the same price.
to a bigger house.
The house Eddie is renting now has three bedrooms, two living rooms and two large terraces. Although it is a relatively old-fashioned building apartment, in terms of area, it can accommodate him, Schiller and Thor without any problems at all.
A few days before Christmas, Schiller followed his biological clock and got up at 5:30 in the morning. He took medicine as soon as possible after getting up. Of course, it was not the painkiller he had used to numb his brain before.
Certain anti-anxiety medications.
Of course, due to the existence of gray fog, Schiller did not have any physiological lesions, so these drugs became placebos.
Schiller took off his nightcap from his head and went to the bathroom. After a brief wash, he began to look for ingredients in the refrigerator and prepared to make breakfast.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. Schiller frowned as he heard the rapid "dong-dong-dong" knocking from outside.
He knew that this could not be a courier or a newspaper delivery person. There was no door-to-door delivery service in this neighborhood. Even if there were, they would not knock on the door in this way. It would be like if you opened the door a second late, the other party would immediately knock on the door.
It's time to shoot.
Schiller put down the lettuce he was holding, walked to the door, opened the door, and found Stark standing outside the door with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Schiller raised his head, glanced at the air above his head, then rubbed his eyes again, and then closed the door with a bang.
Opening the door again, Stark slowly retracted his hand that wanted to continue smashing the door. After confirming that this was not an illusion, Schiller looked at Stark up and down and found that his current condition was not good.
First of all, Stark is wearing a special suit, which is different from the nanotechnology and compression-folding technology suits he has researched before. It is more like the original version of the armed suit, which means you have to step up on it yourself.
The kind that allows the suit to be closed and work.
Moreover, even this primitive suit is not complete. Stark only wore the chest armor and the left arm armor. The entire right arm armor and the left hand armor were all missing. The leg armor was also missing.
Only one was fully clothed, while the other was completely missing from the knee down.
Schiller opened his mouth, and before he blurted out some more tricky words, seeing the wounds on Stark's face, he purified his words a little, and then said: "Recently, you are determined to give yourself
Do all the mechas hold a fashion show?”
Stark stretched out the hand without the gauntlet, touched the wound on his face, and took a breath of air. Then, he looked at Schiller and showed a bright smile, and Schiller also looked at him and showed a smile,
But he had no intention of getting out of the way, so Stark could only stretch out two fingers, pinch them together, and said: "A small experimental error."
"What's going on?" Eddie walked out rubbing his eyes, turning a blind eye and raising his eyebrows. When Schiller looked back at him, he just stepped aside and Stark "swish"
He squeezed through the door in no time.
Eddie licked his lips and looked at the embarrassed Stark from head to toe. A venomous voice came from his mouth:
"Judging from the area of damage to your suit and the direction of the scratches, you were probably knocked over by a large truck just now. Before I laugh at you, I have to ask you a question. Your mother never taught you this.
,Don’t knock so hard before making sure no one is sleeping in the room?!!!!!”
Seeing the saliva sprayed by the venom, Stark took two steps back in disgust, wiped the surface of his suit with his hand, then stretched out his hand to make gestures on his body, and looked at Schiller and Schiller with a surprised look.
Eddie said, "Don't you realize there's anything special about this new uniform?"
"It's very broken, does it count as something special?" Schiller turned around without looking at Stark, walked back to the refrigerator, and began to select ingredients for cooking.
"This is a suit made of an alloy of molten steel and vibranium. This is my first molten steel and vibranium alloy suit!" Stark raised his voice and introduced: "In the past, no one has ever been able to make it.
The two metals became an alloy, but I succeeded!"
Eddie touched his face and said, "Let's not talk about whether anyone has been able to do it in the past. Are you sure... you succeeded?"
Stark glanced down at his slightly embarrassed figure, touched his nose, and then said: "This is a test version. The properties of this alloy are a little more difficult to control than I thought. Some of the parts
The parts don't fit together particularly well, and the coordination between them is a bit lacking..."
"But it doesn't matter, this is exactly the purpose of making it! I am here today just to invite you to give this souvenir of the milestone progress in materials science a loud and nice name!"
At this time, Thor, who was awakened, walked out with his hands on his waist. His upper body was naked, and his whole body was covered with smooth muscle lines like a knife. He shook his blond hair, squinted his eyes, and looked at Si.
Tucker said: "...you crashed?"
Stark immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and shouted: "What is a crash?! This is just a small mistake during the testing phase!!!"
"Okay, it just crashed." Thor walked to the kitchen island, took the cold beer that Schiller handed him, opened the can, poured two sips into his mouth, wiped his mouth, and let out a satisfied sound.
exclamation.
Stark stood there and sighed, looking down at his toes. The shoe on the foot without the toe was torn.
Stark coughed twice and said as if unintentionally: "So, is this an inn opened by you for your friends? When the great Stark comes here, shouldn't you provide a little maintenance and care?
Help with maintenance?”
Eddie also walked to the cutting board, and Schiller just brought over a plate of celery. The two of them got together. Schiller looked back at Stark and whispered: "It probably crashed halfway through the flight. Image
He was so embarrassed that he had no shame in going back to see his father..."
Eddie took a piece of celery and put it in his mouth, took a bite, and said while chewing: "I think he is more likely to be shameless to see Pepper..."
The two nodded together, and Stark stood at the door and yelled at them: "Don't think I can't hear you! ...Can't you find me a pair of shoes first and then talk?"
Thor, who was slumped on the sofa drinking beer, pointed to the shoe cabinet at the door and said, "On the penultimate floor, slippers, shoe covers and sneakers are all there."
Stark limped to the shoe cabinet and used his gauntlet-covered hands to pick out a pair of brand new disposable slippers. After putting them on, he swaggered to the sofa and sat next to Thor.
Thor put his hands on the back of the sofa, turned to look at Stark, and asked, "How is Jarvis?"
Stark rested his elbows on his knees, touched the stubble on his chin with his hand, and said, "I decided to delete Jarvis's underlying agreement, what do you think?"
"I'm not a human being, so I have no opinion to express, but I think it's best not to let too many people know about this matter. Human beings are really too suspicious, and they won't be willing to hand over so much important data to a knowledgeable person.
A robot with independent consciousness." Thor walked to the island, brought another can of cold beer, and handed it to Stark.
"I believe Jarvis." Stark opened the beer and took a sip, gritted his teeth at the ice, and then said: "However, what you said makes sense, so I don't plan to tell anyone except you.
, you must also help Jarvis keep it a secret..."
Eddie brought the freshly prepared vegetable salad to the coffee table and patted Stark on the shoulder. Stark looked back at him.
Eddie walked back and said: "Originally, I also thought that intelligent life with independent consciousness was not that reliable, but if I think about it carefully, handing this information to Congress, the military or private groups is even less reliable. It is better to hand it over
For Jarvis."
"Speaking of which, what's going on with this suit?" Thor reached out and patted Stark's arm attached to the suit, and said, "It looks a little different, more beautiful than some of your original clothes.
The convenient suit appears to be heavier and stronger, and seems to have some other functions..."
"You are very knowledgeable." Starkrick became happy, and Thor snorted and said: "Don't treat the gods of Asgard as country bumpkins who have never seen the world. You humans have gone through these stages in the development of science and technology.
, Asgard has already experienced it."
"In fact, we have also developed similar individual weapons and achieved some results, and the Destroyer is one of them. However, we later discovered that our individual qualities are too strong. No matter what kind of weapon it is, it can only
It would hinder our agility, so we abandoned this path."
Stark snapped his fingers, took another sip of cold beer, and said, "You're on to the point. This new suit is officially based on the Destroyer."
"Before, I have been pursuing the speed of the weapon, as well as the lightness and flexibility of the suit. But now, I find that I need a set of heavy armor to strengthen my close combat ability and to control it when necessary.
other side."
"Thank you for the gift of nature. The Destroyer suit has given me a lot of inspiration. In addition, the breakthrough in materials science brought about by the successful refining of molten steel and vibranium alloy is also a necessary factor for the successful development of this suit...
"
"More importantly..." Stark became more and more excited as he spoke, and his tone gradually became louder: "The previous nano-suits and folding suits are more suitable for arming humans with combat experience, but this kind of suit
More suitable for autonomous operations..."
"Moreover, it's not just about combat. As long as it is equipped with a sufficiently intelligent AI, it can complete many cosmic tasks for humans, allowing precious astronauts to be safer and play a greater role..."
"So, you wore such an advanced, high-tech, and transcending era armor and crashed into a truck?... And you didn't even hit it yet?" Thor asked.
"I told you!! This is just a beta version!!!" Stark stood up and shouted: "Besides, these missing parts have automatic path finding function, they will be back soon!"
"Whoosh! Bang! Bang!"
A black shadow broke through the glass, drew a beautiful straight line in the air, and hit Stark's nose head-on.
The three of them turned their heads and focused on the visor part that had just flown up and struck a fatal blow.
And Stark used his trembling arms to take the parts stained with nosebleeds from his face. He vaguely saw Thor and Eddie's heads approaching, and Schiller's side.
A cell phone camera was extended.
With a "click", Schiller took back the phone. Stark's eyes widened as he lay on the ground. Schiller came over, squatted next to his head, shook the phone and said:
"If you don't want the recipient of my text message to be Howard or Pepper, shouldn't you consider increasing the budget for your health and diagnosis and treatment in the next quarter?"
"Schiller!!!!!!!!!"
This chapter has been completed!