Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 101 One More

In New York, if Victor wants to find something satisfactory, he still has to ask the big dog to borrow some materials.

Tony Stark.

But stealing from Tony's place... certainly isn't going to be easy.

As the company's headquarters, Stark Tower can be said to be crowded with people going to work, visiting, and traveling during the day.

At night, this is also a holy place for overtime dogs to fight at night.

After all, their salaries are good, and their overtime pay is also generous. Even if they have nothing to do, they will delay the schedule and work overtime.

From the perspective of beating workers, this can be regarded as plucking the capitalists' wool.

And look at it from a capitalist's point of view... probably think it's funny.

All in all, walking around this building, there are countless pairs of naked eyes that may see you.

Not to mention, they still have strict security measures. Even if you escaped human eyes, there are still a bunch of electronic eyes to deal with.

But Victor didn't take much effort and came to the roof of the building.

The rooftop of Stark Tower can also be regarded as a place where people come and go.

As for how to do it... there is no special method.

Victor can fly!
As a mechanical pioneer who has absorbed modern technology, it is not reasonable to add a flying device to his body...

After landing, Victor stamped his feet.

There are always some deficiencies in the details of the materials of Hanmer Military Industry. The jet engine under the feet has no problem in the first use, but it is not smooth after a long time.

It has to be replaced quickly.

The electronic eyes turned, and he quickly located Tony's laboratory.

When approaching Stark Tower from high altitude, Victor used hacking methods to control the nearby monitoring system.

Until he got close to the laboratory, he was almost invisible.

Except Jarvis.

"You are, an intelligent robot?"

Victor stopped walking.

His yellow eyes shone with an unprecedented light, and in this one meeting, all the computing power was mobilized.

Jarvis's tone changed slightly: "No, you are a person! Please leave..."

Tony's smart butler failed to follow through with his own warning.

Because Victor used the fastest speed to start the deepest contest with him.

Pioneer Mechanics tried to rewrite Jarvis' underlying data logic and directly seize control of it.

In layman's terms, this is to kill Jarvis.

Before the smart butler even had time to raise the alarm, he was forced to start a real fight with Victor.

If Victor still had eyebrows, they would be furrowed very tightly at this moment.

No one told him that he would meet such an opponent when he walked around.

How many years is this thing ahead of its time?
Victor thought about this question and guessed that there must be decades.

Fortunately, he himself is strong enough.

The confrontation at the data level was intense and short.

Under Victor's fierce attack, Jarvis quickly realized that the chances of winning were extremely slim if he continued to fight.

At this time, artificial intelligence showed a decisiveness that humans do not possess, and quickly blocked itself, leaving only the most core data and the minimum external observation function.

Under such conditions, Jarvis would lose most of his power, including the control of the laboratory.

But he has also preserved his own integrity and the possibility of a counterattack.

"You already have a bit of life instinct, so you should hide yourself well."

Victor said seriously.

"For example, you shouldn't have hesitated just now, which is not normal for an artificial intelligence."

If Jarvis sends out an early warning message as soon as he finds him, even Victor will never be able to stop it in time.

But Jarvis hesitated, he thought Victor was also an intelligent life.

Alas, Jarvis would probably be lonely too.

Facing the persuasion from the enemy, the artificial intelligence remained silent.

Victor didn't dwell on the subject.

The battle between the two lasted less than a minute, but when Jarvis fought hard to resist, the normal operation of the system was still disrupted.

Victor uses the permissions he has gained to restore everything to normal.

Those preset functions work as usual, and it is difficult to find abnormalities without ordering Jarvis to check himself.

Walking into the laboratory, Victor briefly analyzed the current situation.

"Self-enclosed intelligence, as long as it does not touch the lowest boundary, it should be able to do whatever it wants."

As for the bottom line, the only thing Victor can be sure of is Tony Stark's own life.

If he tried to use Jarvis's original power to harm his designer, he would inevitably encounter the most violent backlash.

It's arguably written in Jarvis' genes.

As for the others, there must be some, but they should not include the things I want to take.

After all, it's just something outside of the body.

Victor decides to let go.

Calling out the data from the database to read, the mechanical pioneer went straight to his goal.

Tony Stark's workbench.

The laboratory, which can be described as grotesque and can make every mechanic and scientist drool, did not shock Victor, after all, he no longer has such emotions.

After getting used to the operation, Victor used the workbench with ease.

The unmatched concentration of human beings allowed him to design his new body with extraordinary efficiency.

Just like making Tony's Generation Mark battle suit, the entire laboratory is in motion, producing various parts according to the design drawings provided by Victor.

The closed Jarvis can see all this, but can't do anything.

"Mr. Stark must be very angry when he sees this scene."

Jarvis, who was thinking like this, didn't realize that it was himself who was really angry.

Of course Victor didn't care about the idea of ​​the smart housekeeper, he didn't stop, but designed a "third hand" on the workbench.

Time passed quickly, and after the design drawing was completed, his "new body" was also completed.

Walking into the workshop with his head held high, Victor replaced the inferior parts of his body one by one with the products produced step by step.

Like the jet engine under his feet.

When Victor walked out of the workshop with a new look.I thought so in my heart.

"This laboratory is not bad, I will build one in the future."

Back at the workbench, Victor ordered the "Third Hand" to be put into production.

Because the thing is much smaller this time, the movement is not as loud as before.

But the accuracy requirements are much higher than before, and the time required is naturally longer.

While waiting, Victor's signal receiver jumped slightly.

"Someone's coming... or two."

……

"Tony, why are you unwilling to hand over the suit to the Ministry of Defense..." James Rhodes looked distressed: "You should know that this is very important to our country."

James Rhodes' earnest look did not soften Tony's attitude.

"Didn't I say that I won't sell weapons anymore?"

These two people seemed to have drunk a little wine, and they were both a little drunk. They hooked their shoulders and walked unsteadily,

But this answer made Rhodes speechless for a while.

After a while, the old black said: "Who would have thought that what you said was true?"

Tony laughed and said with a smile: "Don't be discouraged, you still have Hanmer Military Industry."

James Rhodes turned to look at him, and laughed as if he had been poked at the point of laughter.

After entering the laboratory, Lao Hei's laughter stopped.

Immediately afterwards, Rhodes scolded in a tone of "not complaining," "Justin Hammer? Go eat a fart!"

He took two steps, looked around at the Mark suit displayed in the laboratory, and said in admiration:

"Give them another 100 years, and they won't be able to make these things."

Looking at it, Rhodes frowned, feeling something was wrong.

"Tony, how many suits have you made?"

Tony was about to test his palladium poisoning index, so he answered absently:
"There should be five sets here."

"No, why are there six sets here?"

Tony laughed: "Did you fucking drink too much?"

He lazily walked over, put his arms around his friends' shoulders, and counted them one by one.

“1，2，3，4……5……6？”

　The busy feet on Friday don't touch the ground, and then the daily cultivation of immortals... The next chapter should be in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)