As soon as Eric's trouble was solved, another trouble came to the door. Because Pepper was angry, Stark didn't dare to mess with her. After he initially completed the first generation of armor, he drove back to his residence by himself.
Get a change of clothes.
As soon as he opened the door to his villa, he turned around and saw a man in a sweater standing at the mailbox at the door. He looked like a passing neighbor.
Stark glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze. Unexpectedly, the man stepped forward, put his hand on the open door of the villa and said, "Mr. Stark, wait, can you give me two minutes?"
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"You're not an insurance salesman, are you?" Stark took off his sunglasses, looked at the man opposite him and said, "You should know who I am? No matter what rubbish you want to sell, I won't buy it."
"We met before, Mr. Stark." The man said with a smile.
Stark thought that he was an opportunistic investor at a banquet who wanted to come to him to attract investment. He seemed a little impatient, changed his hands and wanted to close the door, but suddenly he heard the person opposite say: "In Afghanistan.
In the base, I am standing behind the crowd, how are you doing recently?"
"Are you an agent of SHIELD?" Stark immediately became nervous, staring closely at the man's face.
The man nodded generously, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Stark, and said: "Hello, Mr. Stark, Phil Coulson, level seven agent of SHIELD."
In order not to appear too vigilant, Stark also put an arm on the door, took the business card as before, looked at it, stuffed it into his pocket, and said:
"I have been waiting for you for a long time. After all, flying to Afghanistan is not cheap. Send the bill directly to my company. I have something else to do, so I will leave first."
After saying that, he turned around and left. As expected, Coulson called him. Stark paused, but still opened the door, invited Coulson to come in and said: "If you hadn't saved me, I wouldn't have received the agents."
Well, you are all a bunch of guys looking for trouble."
"I hope you can change this view after contacting SHIELD." Coulson was not angry at all. He smiled and said, "I was just entrusted by the director to confirm the recovery status of your injuries."
"I'm not injured." Stark shrugged and said, "I'm fine, but I'm curious, how are you doing against Hydra?"
Coulson's eyes flashed and he said: "Actually... it didn't go well. After catching Hydra in Afghanistan, the director immediately launched a crackdown on a group of Hydra organizations in Eastern Europe. Unfortunately, they were too cunning.
And we are short-staffed.”
Hearing the words "short manpower", an idea flashed in Stark's mind, and he thought of the unmanned robot he built in a cave in Afghanistan.
Stark was not a skilled hunter, but he also knew that bait was needed to set up traps. He coughed twice and said, "That's really a pity. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Stark deliberately spoke in a slightly impatient and polite tone, roughly indicating that I don't want to return your favor at all, and he is completely heartless and white-eyed.
Sure enough, Coulson felt a little embarrassed. Seeing his expression, Stark knew that SHIELD really wanted something from him. He rolled his eyes and changed the topic and said: "Those Hydras dared to kidnap me.
, I have to show them how powerful they are, you said you have combat operations against them in Eastern Europe, can I go and take a look?"
Coulson looked at Stark in shock and said: "That's the front line now, and the firefight between the agents is fierce..."
"I've never seen agents fighting. Even if you want weapons, you still have to show me how you fight Hydra, right?"
Stark tried his best to show off his businessman style and said: "Don't you just want the arms of the Stark Group? We will not tell secrets. If you help me avenge, I will give you weapons. That's it.
Simple."
Coulson was slightly relieved and rubbed his wrists pretending to be nervous: "Then I won't hide it from you. The front line is indeed a bit tight, and the weapons required for agent operations are different from those of the army. We may need some miniaturization."
, but a more deadly weapon..."
"By the way." Stark said as if he just remembered: "What happened to the Hydra that almost killed me before? Has the jury been invited? I think the Stark Group's legal team must come forward.
He almost broke my neck!"
"Uh..." Coulson looked a little embarrassed again, but he still said: "That Hydra's mouth contains important information about the Eastern European Hydra organization, and we are still interrogating him."
"Is that wrong? You haven't let him go to jail yet?!" Stark was very dissatisfied. He raised his voice and said, "Is this the working attitude of SHIELD?!"
After saying that, he put his hands on his hips and pointed at the door angrily: "Let me tell you, don't think that you can order me just because you saved me. Do you know how much tax I pay to the federal government a year?! This is your
It should be done!”
"Go back and tell your boss that I will see him standing in court within three days, otherwise I will not give you any help! He will disappear from my sight immediately!"
After Coulson left, Stark breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that Pierce would agree to his conditions, because if Pierce was really Hydra, even if Schiller went to prison, he would have a way to get him out.
However, there is always a process to go through when standing in court to accept a trial. Whether it is collecting evidence, holding a trial, or deliberating with the jury, the time can be as short as a month or as long as half a year. At least it can buy Schiller some time.
But this is still a difficult task for Stark, because he must bring down Pierce within this time, otherwise Schiller will still fall into his hands.
After Stark finished taking his clothes and returned to Stark Tower, he found Eric waiting for him at the entrance of the laboratory.
For some reason, Stark had a headache now when he saw Eric, and he also had a vague fear. It was not that he was afraid of Eric, but he knew as soon as he saw Eric that there must be trouble again.
In fact, Stark has always been a relatively simple scientist, and his fear of trouble, especially trouble in mundane things, is engraved in his bones.
He has experienced so many similar troubles recently that every interruption consumes his remaining patience and makes him take a big step towards worsening his anxiety disorder.
Eric stepped forward happily, patted Stark's arm and said, "You are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time."
He said this to make Stark feel guilty, but now Stark had an anxiety attack and just wanted to hide, so he held Eric's shoulders, stopped him from following him into the laboratory, and said: "
Eric, I have a very urgent project that must be completed tonight, can you come back tomorrow?"
Eric didn't notice anything was wrong with Stark. He just stopped Stark's shoulders, walked into the laboratory, and said: "My good buddy, I think you should listen to my idea now.
I didn't have time to tell you before, but I actually don't care about the position at Stark Group, it's not the job I like to do."
As he spoke, Eric took out a roll of blueprints from the inside pocket of his jacket and laid them flat on the surface of Stark's experimental bench. After taking a glance, Stark discovered that they seemed to be the blueprints of some kind of robot.
"This is a robot I designed. It was a design I drew in my spare time after leaving Wakanda."
Eric deliberately made a sad expression, as if to imply that there was another hidden meaning in this matter, but his expression was completely in vain, because Stark's attention was now focused on the drawings on the desktop.
Stark glanced at the specific design part and stopped looking at it, because in his opinion it was completely outdated, not even as good as the Iron Wall No. 1 he had crudely made in the cave.
Moreover, his previous experience in Afghanistan had already made him completely reject the security role of unmanned robots, otherwise he would not be rushing to manufacture combat uniforms here. What Stark noticed was the special paper used in this design drawing.
Stark didn't know if Eric knew that the Stark Group actually had technical cooperation with Wakanda, but Stark had seen this kind of paper in the hands of the Wakandans.
According to them, this kind of paper is a specialty of Wakanda. In some cases, it can be used as paper for confidential files. The pattern will only appear when illuminated by special light.
But Eric said that these were design drawings he drew after leaving Wakanda. Did he deliberately take some of these papers with him when he left Wakanda?
But at this time Eric started talking about the design of robots. As for Stark's opinion on his remarks, it was probably that Eric knew some mechanical engineering, but not much.
For Stark, a top scientist in the world, anyone who talks about his professional field in front of him is a bit imitating. Even experts in this field are like this. The technology of Stark and the vast majority of people on earth
There are levels of barriers.
Eric's explanation of unmanned robot technology does not even reach the level of an expert. In Stark's opinion, he is no different from a baby.
In the past, building robots might have been a bit new to him. After all, he had been building arms before, but now he has built them himself and knows that there is nothing magical about this thing. He can even make it in a simple place.
Knocking it out with a hammer in a cave, it would be a bit fussy to have such a serious technical discussion.
But in order not to displease Eric, Stark nodded and said: "I will talk to the shareholders. Maybe the military will be interested in unmanned security robots."
Eric's movements stopped. He could see that Stark was not surprised or enthusiastic. He even wondered if Stark had not read the drawing carefully. This was a secret drawing of the Wakanda Royal Research Institute.
But seeing Stark's tense expression, Eric knew he couldn't go any further. Although he said he wanted to conduct scientific research with Stark, Eric still took away the drawings before leaving.
This made Stark's suspicion reach a critical point. After all, academic fraud is definitely a minefield for any scientist, and academic impersonation is even more of a minefield.
Stark is now very suspicious that the drawing in Eric's hand was not drawn by himself. On the one hand, it is because the paper material is wrong, and on the other hand, Eric's level is not enough.
In addition, Stark knew very well that the projects that scientists spent their efforts on research had a rough idea in their minds, and some could even draw the key parts of the design anytime and anywhere. The things on this drawing were so simple that even a graduate student could
, as long as he has participated in the project, he can restore it from memory, but Eric treasures this drawing.
This is very wrong. Stark had never made up his mind to investigate Eric, but this time he just stepped on Stark's tail.
Stark sighed, picked up the phone and said to Pepper on the other end: "I'm sorry, Pepper, Eric has caused you a lot of trouble, can you please help me investigate him?"
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Everyone in the Galactus Engine who saw this scene looked at Nick, who opened his arms and said.
"Always remember one thing, friends, exhaustive method is the worst choice in interpersonal relationships."
"When you encounter a minefield, please stride forward in a straight line without looking back. Take steps in all directions to test the location of the mines. The result is that you will inevitably step on a minefield."
