In the basement at the bottom of the villa, Tony Stark was sitting alone at a table, taking a injection gun and hitting himself in the arm.
"Forty-eight!"
"oh!"
After gritting his teeth and giving the last blow to the front of his arm, Tony Stark put down the injection gun, picked up the gauze he was biting in his mouth and wiped the blood oozing out of his arm.
"The micro sensor is implanted!"
Tony Stark said while wiping the blood on his arm, and at the same time, there was a look of impatience on his face.
At this moment, Jarvis's voice sounded in the room.
"Sir, please give me a few hours to calibrate."
"No!"
Tony Stark can't wait to test his new suit. Calibration and other things can be done later.
"As you wish, sir."
Jarvis's voice sounded again.
"I also prepared a safety manual for you."
"I don't need that!"
Tony Stark couldn't even wait for the sensor to be calibrated, so he didn't even bother to read the safety manual. In his usual style, of course he just went straight to it!
"Okay, let's get started!"
Throwing the bloody gauze on the table, Tony Stark stood up and strode towards a circular platform in the center of the room.
"Sir, you have not rested for seventy-two hours."
Jarvis tried to persuade Tony Stark, but he ignored him.
Standing on the platform, Tony Stark turned around and looked at the row of Mark 1, Mark 2 and several other original version steel suits placed in the display cabinets on the side of the room. He spoke seriously like a press conference speech.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, welcome to the delivery room! I am happy to announce to you that your mighty little brother is about to be born!"
After Tony Stark finished speaking, he turned around and looked at the pile of scattered suit parts on the table in front of him, and the expression on his face became solemn.
"Mark 42 adaptive active navigation assembly armor, start the assembly process!"
As soon as Tony Stark finished speaking, the suit parts placed on the table in front of him suddenly lit up with blue light, seeming to be activated.
Tony Stark couldn't help but reveal a smile, and then he spoke.
"Jarvis, play some music!"
Following Tony Stark's instructions, the vinyl record player on another table next to him was started, and a burst of melodious music sounded. Tony Stark twisted along with the music for a while, and it felt very good.
This time I worked all night long and slept for 72 hours. It was finally time to test the final results!
He put a lot of effort into this Mark No. 42 suit. It is very different from the previous suits. Whether it can achieve the effect he expected depends on this test!
Tony Stark immediately stopped twisting his body to the music, looked at the pile of suit parts on the table a few meters in front of him, raised his arms suddenly, and made a posture like a white crane with its wings spread out.
After waiting for several seconds, nothing happened, and Tony Stark couldn't help but frowned.
"waste!"
Retracting his posture, Tony Stark angrily slapped the area where the sensor was injected on his arm a few times, and then once again assumed the pose of a white crane with its wings spread out. This time, the parts of the suit were finally on the table.
reaction!
Amidst the sound of the thrusters running, one of the parts slowly rose up from the table. Then the main thrusters started violently, and a white flame spurted out, and the piece of the suit flew towards Tony Stark.
It flew away and just happened to fit on his outstretched left hand.
Immediately, this part quickly unfolded and deformed, and soon it wrapped the entire palm to forearm!
Immediately afterwards, two more parts quickly flew over from the table, landed on Tony Stark's shoulders and upper arms, and then unfolded. In the blink of an eye, his entire left arm was completely wrapped in armor!
Upon seeing this, Tony Stark raised his arms again, with his right hand forward, once again assuming the pose of a white crane with its wings spread out. This time, another part of the suit flew over and wrapped his right hand.
Tony Stark couldn't help laughing happily when he saw this.
"Haha, it looks like there's no problem! Come on, everyone!"
As Tony Stark spoke, he raised his arms and made a gesture of getting dressed. The suit parts on the table levitated from the table one after another, and flew towards Tony Stark one by one.
The biggest difference between the Mark 42 built by Tony Stark this time and the previous suits is the huge change in the way of dressing!
The Mark 42 is no longer a complete armor that is integrated into the machine, but has been broken down into more than a dozen separate armor parts. Each part has a built-in propeller and can fly independently in the air.
Tony Stark has forty-eight micro-sensors implanted throughout his body. When he makes some preset special movements, the sensors in his body will capture these movement instructions equivalent to gesture operations and control Mark Forty's movements.
Number Two dresses according to instructions!
Even if they are far apart, as long as he assumes the correct posture, no matter how far away, the Mark No. 42 suit will quickly activate, fly towards Tony Stark's location, and quickly move around according to the sensors.
Dress accordingly!
If successful, the flexibility and dressing speed of this suit will far exceed all previous suits!
But just when Tony Stark raised his leg to catch the flying leg armor and finished dressing his right leg, two more parts almost flew towards him at high speed. Look at the way they were rushing towards him.
With the rapid momentum and the violent sound of breaking through the air, Tony Stark couldn't help but dodge. An armor component passed by him and hit the glass of the initial suit display cabinet behind him with a clang.
Directly embedded in it!
The other armor component, Tony Stark, didn't have time to completely dodge it, so he could only raise his arms to block.
"when!"
There was a sound of metal collision, but the armor component that was flying quickly hit the armor on Tony Stark's arm and flew directly out, hitting the ceiling and destroying the lights.
"Maybe a little too fast, slow down a little, slow down a little!"
Tony Stark quickly ordered to Jarvis, but before he could finish his words, an armor part flew towards his head quickly. If he was hit, the end would definitely be tragic, at least for his face.
I think that my handsome face can't be saved. It's too light to turn into a pig's head, and maybe all my teeth will be polished off!