Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 211 Do you have to let me feed you the food before you eat it? (Monthly ticket requested)
Manhattan center.

A towering building stands tall on the city's skyline.

But if you look closer, you will find that this behemoth is like an irregular gray boulder, sitting abruptly in the bustling Manhattan of New York, looking particularly inharmonious.

Its huge body seems to have not been carefully designed, but is made up of randomly piled steel and glass, giving people a clumsy feeling. Although the towering tower reaches into the sky, it lacks beauty and harmony, and is more like a monument built to show off power and wealth.

Not to mention the huge "STARK" sign on the top of the building, which looks like a loss-making product that was not sold in the 20th century and is now in the hands of the 21st century.

The top floor of the building.

Ever since the group's vice president Stan mysteriously "disappeared", this place has been transformed from the former president's office into a huge testing ground.

The robotic arms are interwoven into a busy web, performing installation, welding and other tasks accurately and efficiently. The air is filled with the projections of precision instruments, making the space look both sci-fi and mysterious.

Of course, there is also the most iconic Iron Man armor neatly arrayed around.

"buzzing"

As the blender slowly stopped, Tony skillfully poured the thick, green fluorescent liquid into the cup. After taking a deep breath, he pinched his nose and poured it directly into his mouth.

"A generous gift - Shit!"

His facial features were frowned and he couldn't help but swear under his breath.

This damn chlorophyll juice is so awful!

At this moment, Tony was wearing a simple white vest, his hair was a little messy, and his chin was covered with beard, which was very different from the usual glamorous image of the North American darling and popular Iron Man.

If it weren't for the iconic round light flashing on his chest, no one would recognize that this was Tony Stark himself.

"How long am I going to keep drinking this stinky stuff?"

"At least 80 ounces a day are needed to eliminate the symptoms of palladium poisoning." The voice of the intelligent assistant Jarvis sounded in the room at the right time.

Tony sighed, took out an electronic device from his pocket, and pressed his finger gently, "Check the palladium content."

"Blood toxicity 40%." Jarvis' voice came again, with a hint of worry, "I must remind you, sir, as long as you continue to use the Iron Man armor, the poisoning will be faster."

Tony nodded slightly but didn't respond right away.

A few months ago, he experienced an explosion and was kidnapped by terrorists. The worst thing was that all the shrapnel from the explosion was stuck in his chest, and he could only rely on the energy core in his chest to absorb these shrapnel that wanted to flow into his heart all the time.

The palladium element in the reactor was quietly corroding his body, and he had a premonition that he might not live long this time.

"Tony, why have you been reluctant to place the reactor outside the mecha?"

Jarvis suddenly suggested, "The core technology of the suit is the energy reactor. You can completely remove the reactor on your chest and install it on the outside of the suit. Then design another electromagnet without radioactive toxins and put it in your chest, just like what you did when you were kidnapped in the cave. This will not only protect your body, but also ensure the operation of the suit."

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Tony heard this and after a moment of silence, a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Like you said, man, the core technology of the suit is the reactor. Have you ever thought about what would happen if I really did this?"

He continued, "Once this is done, anyone can wear this armor. Iron Man is no longer Iron Man, but just a weapon. And it is the most powerful mass-produced killing weapon in history made by me!"

"Even if I am poisoned to death, I will never allow the reactor to escape my control!"

The room fell into silence, with only Tony's gaze, like a torch, directed at the Iron Man armor quietly displayed in the glass cabinet in the distance.

True power does not only come from superpowers, but also from inner courage and justice.

For some reason, Tony suddenly thought of what Rango said to the little boy on TV yesterday.

Even though that guy was unpleasant, he had to admit that what he said was absolutely damn right!
"The suit is just an empty shell. Only I am Iron Man!"

Pah~Pah Pah Pah!!!
Just as Tony uttered this inner monologue, a sudden burst of applause echoed in the laboratory, breaking the original silence.

“Bravo!!!”

Tony turned his head and his originally high-spirited face instantly fell.

I saw Rango standing in front of the laboratory gate with his family, clapping with satisfaction on his face, as if he was an elder who witnessed the extraordinary achievements of his juniors, with a look of both satisfaction and pride in his eyes.

"You just broke into the top floor of my building like that?"

Tony looked unhappy, "Looks like I have to fire Happy and hire a new group of security guards."

Rango pointed casually to the open window in the hallway, "I came in from there."

"Thank you. You reminded me that I need to install an air defense system."

Seeing that this guy was still so arrogant, Teddy immediately said in displeasure: "Hey man, do you want us to remind you who saved you, a pretentious guy, not long ago? It was us!"

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Tony rolled his eyes helplessly. He had a sinister feeling that he was going to be completely depended on by this group of people.

He sighed, turned and walked to the wine cabinet, pouring a few glasses of wine for everyone, "Tell me, what do you want to take away from me this time, a yacht? A sports car? A private jet?"

"It seems you have some misunderstandings about me, Tony."

Rango took the glass and shook it gently, with a playful smile on his face: "Of course, if you insist, I won't refuse your kindness."

"Ha ha."

Tony smiled helplessly. He looked at Rango, who was sitting on his workbench without any restraint, and teased, "I watched your interview yesterday. Tell me the truth, how long did it take you to memorize those lines?"

"That wasn't a line from a play, man. That was just my real feelings."

Rango looked at him with emotion: "I would rather die of palladium poisoning than add an external power source to the armor to prevent it from becoming a weapon of mass destruction for politicians. Tsk tsk tsk tsk"

"I have to say, Tony, I always underestimated you." He pointed at the silent Tony and said sincerely: "Tony Stark, AKA Iron Man, my friend, you are the real hero!"

"Shit, how long have you been eavesdropping outside?"

After hearing this, Tony was not relieved. Instead, he frowned and warned seriously: "Listen, Rango, this matter must not be spread out, especially not to Pepper. Just think of it as doing me a favor, OK?"

"Don't worry, man." Rango squeezed his shoulder in a familiar manner and raised an eyebrow, "My mouth is tighter than Hulk's shorts, and I can help you with more than just this one."

Tony looked at the man next to him, then curled his lips and shook his head, saying, "Forget it, I don't think having a silver party right now will help me."

"Waterfa?"

Rango looked confused, obviously not following Tony's train of thought.

When did he say he was going to drive that thing?

"You have misunderstood me too deeply, buddy." He continued, "But have you ever thought that since the toxins in your body come from the palladium in the reactor, why don't you try to find a new energy source to replace it?"

Tony shook his head after hearing this, with a helpless smile on his face: "Are you asking me to develop a clean energy source that is comparable to a nuclear reactor but completely non-radioactive and non-toxic?"

"Is it difficult?" Rango asked curiously.

"No, it's very simple." Tony said bluntly, "It's as simple as teaching a duck that has just learned to walk to tap dance on the ice, while asking it to sing Beethoven's symphony in its mouth, and it has to sing it backwards!"

“Jesus Christ!” He took a deep breath, speechless. “Someone actually thinks that they can develop clean energy comparable to nuclear energy through research. I shouldn’t discuss this with an outsider like you!”

"Hey, I don't understand physics, but I understand you."

Rango didn't back down. He put his hands on Tony's shoulders and looked determined: "You could make circuit boards at the age of four, be courteous at the age of six, become a graduate of MIT at the age of seventeen, and become the CEO of Stark Industries at the age of twenty-one, creating intelligent weapons, advanced satellites, and satellite positioning!"

"You're a true genius, Tony! If you can think it, you can do it!"

Tony listened, pursed his lips slightly, and still shook his head: "I tried, but I have no clue. This requires a lot of repeated experiments, and I don't have that much time."

"What about your father?" Rango interrupted Tony's thoughts at the right time. "I heard that your father is one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D. He is not only a business tycoon, but also a scientist who can be compared with Einstein. Now, the best thing for you to do is not to think hard alone, but to check all the information your father left behind. Maybe you will find something new."

Tony was silent for a moment, then shrugged: "Maybe you're right. But."

He changed the subject and looked Rango up and down, "Why do you care about me so much? It's not enough to earn a villa from me, and you want to get something else?"

“Like I said at the beginning.” Rango raised his eyebrows at him and said, “Dude, I admire you.”

Tony didn't say anything else, but just silently moved his butt away.

"By the way, you should clean yourself up first." Rango looked at Tony's slightly embarrassed appearance and couldn't help but frowned. "You look like a letter without an address, waiting to be forgotten."

"Don't think you can pretend to be cultured by using two quotes from Mark Twain"

Tony waved his hand, turned around and was about to leave the laboratory. Judging from his posture, he was going to find a place to wash up.

Looking at his back as he regained his spirits, Rango sighed tiredly. He really worried a lot about these Avengers.

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Soon after, a completely different atmosphere filled the top-floor laboratory of Stark Group.

At this time, Tony had lost his previous decadence and resignation. He was biting the tip of a pen and carefully looking through boxes of various documents and materials left behind by his father Howard Stark.

Long hours of study made his eyes a little tired. He gently twisted his neck and his gaze naturally turned to the side.

There, Rango and Teddy were immersed in the latest VR game, with constant noises of joking and laughter.

Yumi was holding a bucket of ice cream and licking it while watching a cartoon on TV. It looked like "Finding Nemo". The kitten was drooling at the red and white Nemo.

As for the stone monster.
"Stop!"

Tony, who was sitting on the ground the last second, rushed out like a fly and pulled the mechanical arm that was about to be stuffed into Moffitt's mouth.

"Watch your people, Rango. Is this guy planning to eat my lab?"

"Who told you there's not even a stone here?"

Rango smiled and patted Moffitt on the back, signaling him to calm down. Then he turned to Tony and asked with concern: "How is it, have you found a solution?"

"No." Tony shook his head, his face full of disappointment. "It seems that old Howard is not as omnipotent as you think."

Rango frowned when he heard this. He took off his VR glasses, walked to the pile of messy items next to Tony, and began to search carefully.

Although many years have passed since he watched the movie, he still remembers some of the most impressive moments very clearly.

If he remembered correctly, that thing was .
“Thump, thump~~”

Rango imitated a sound effect from TV, bent down and picked up a plane model several meters long, "Tony, do you think this thing looks like something?"

Tony glanced at it and said with a disdainful curl of his lips: "It's just a model map of a future city that the old man made before."

"Yeah."

Rango shrugged mysteriously, slowly placed the model on the ground, and began to examine it carefully. "But I think it looks a bit like something else."

Tony smiled disapprovingly and said casually, "I think it looks more like a large sandwich."

After saying that, he lazily touched his stomach, and the feeling of hunger quietly came over him.

When Rango, who was standing by, saw this scene, he immediately put his hands on his waist in annoyance. Did this bastard really want him to feed the food into his mouth?

"Yumi!"

Rango suddenly shouted, pointing his finger at Tony who was about to make a takeout call, "Get on him!"

"Meow!"

Yuumi responded by leaping up lightly, then transformed into a soft light that surrounded Tony, enveloping him in an instant.

“No, you think.”

The next second, Tony, who was stunned, opened his eyes wide in shock, as if his body was injected with a mysterious energy. He felt refreshed, and his fatigue and pain disappeared in an instant.

"It's unbelievable, how did you do that?"

He tried to clench his fists, and the muscles on his arms tightened, with clear lines, as strong as a sculpture. What surprised him even more was that his brain seemed to be activated, and his thinking speed was unprecedented, as if a supercomputer was running at high speed.

"When Yuumi is possessed, she can significantly enhance the host's physical strength, speed, power, and even thinking ability."

As Rango explained, he held up the future city model designed by his father Howard Stark in front of Tony, "Now take a closer look at it, what does it look like?"

Tony then began to carefully examine this model, which he had not noticed before, looking at it from different angles, even squinting one eye to get a closer look.

As he observed more deeply, his brows gradually relaxed and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

"Proto-nucleus?"

Tony suddenly realized what was going on. He strode towards the model with great excitement. "JARVIS, build a digital model immediately. I need a controllable projection screen!"

The following process went as smoothly as a movie plot. After screening and elimination, Tony was shocked to find that this model actually represented a completely new element.

With the help of Yuumi, he was full of energy and completely immersed in the exploration, with no time to care about others. He began to urgently contact the physics laboratory funded by the Stark Group, requesting equipment support, and began to transform the laboratory to synthesize this unknown element.

Rango, who was standing by, remembered the purpose of his visit and interrupted Tony who was in an excited state.

"Um. Tony?"

"Sorry buddy, I'm a little busy right now, we can talk later if you have anything to say."

"No, I don't know when you'll be in such a good mood again."

Rango went up to the strongman and locked him up, put his arm around his shoulder and grinned, "I helped you so much this time, shouldn't you do something in return?"

Tony shrugged helplessly when he heard that. This bastard had indeed helped him a lot today. He would feel uncomfortable if he didn't pay him back if he owed him so much.

With this thought in mind, he said generously, "Okay, you can take my yacht and private jet. The ID card is in the drawer over there. There is also a black card that can overdraft 20 million US dollars. You can take it with you. Don't disturb my research, OK?"

"Fuck?!" Rango said in annoyance, "Who do you think I am, man? Do you think I help you again and again just for these things?"

"Uh." Tony glanced at the man next to him, then raised his finger and pointed at something not far away. "Then why is Teddy already looking through the drawers?"

"He is my brother, not a slave. How can I control what he wants to do?"

Rango replied as a matter of course, and then continued: "Actually, what I want is very simple. I want you to help me design a set of combat suits with a series of advanced protective functions such as bulletproof, fireproof, and high-pressure proof."

"Don't use too bright colors, and don't add some bullshit Stars and Stripes to it."

"If there is a cape, add one too."

Rango recalled the words he once used to mock his fellow countrymen and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. In the end, he had become the person he hated the most.

Then, Rango opened up a chatterbox and made a series of requests. In the end, he emphasized, "It's best if it's made of nanomaterials. You know, the kind that can be triggered with one button and the suit can cover the whole body like water."

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Tony's face was filled with shock. He didn't expect that this illiterate guy next to him had such unique insights and forward-looking ideas about the design of the battle suit.

Using nanotechnology?

That sounds really good.

(End of this chapter)