Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

While March was making armor for Creel to prepare for his own prison escape, Tony would naturally not be idle.

He is also making his own new generation of armor, with a new starting point and a new concept. It is more advanced and more suitable for him than the restricted Mark Type . The more expensive Mark Type is already in sight.

But now there is a small problem that is bothering him.

"This thing is different from the one we made in the cave. It uses a complete anti-gravity propulsion system and..." Tony was about to start his technical tirade, and then he jumped with interest when he saw Ethan lying on the hospital bed. After this process, the patient needs more rest, and he'd better not talk too much nonsense.

"This thing can fly." Tony summarized several sentences into one sentence. In the end, the difference between 1 and 2 became that one can fly and the other cannot fly.

Ethan can't get out of bed yet, and his body is still relatively weak, but a short communication is nothing to him.

"Can it fly? What you did before can also fly, but you said you didn't dare to activate it casually. Have you solved this problem?" Ethan asked, "Even if you solved it, do you have experience in flying in the air?" "

"Hmm, I can drive a car when I'm ten, and I can fly a plane when I'm seventeen, but it's just flying..." Tony looked like I can handle it, and then, under Ethan's gaze, he became discouraged, "Okay. , I’m not sure, but I think I can solve this problem when I make a real object.”

"Stark, sometimes you don't necessarily need to solve problems by yourself. It is right to seek help appropriately. Life is hard-earned, so don't give up easily or make fun of it."

Tony wanted to retort, but felt the reactor in his chest and he was deterred.

Although Ethan was lying on the hospital bed, he was actually much healthier than him.

"Okay, I listen to you." Tony said, "And for flight testing, there is indeed a good candidate."

When Tony found Roddy, Roddy was coming out of the hospital for a follow-up visit. His leg injury was no longer in the way and left no sequelae. That is to say, he retired from the front line and became a manager. Otherwise, as a pilot, this injury would have directly It was the end of his flying career.

"Hey Roddy." Tony leaned on his sports car, wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a cheeseburger.

While observing this rich old handsome man, the girls couldn't help but feel disappointed when they realized that the person he was waiting for was actually a man.

"Tony, you are actually waiting for me here." Roddy stepped forward, "Wow, our rich man is actually eating this kind of cheap meal that costs less than ten dollars. Do you think the rich are stingy? "

"You can't become rich by being stingy, but I still know how to share. And you're wrong. The price of this cheeseburger is fifteen dollars. It's a special grade. It may be more expensive if you include tips."

The two of them got into the car naturally while chatting.

The car started and drove onto the highway. It was obviously a sports car, but it was running neither hastily nor slowly. It was also heading for a scenic drive to the beach.

"Is the injury on your leg healed?" Tony asked.

"So-so, I'm not a pilot anyway, this bullet wound on my body is nothing." Roddy was still a little lonely when he said this, "It's you, you can't live without that thing on your chest now. Of?"

"Theoretically, this is not the case. If we use a wired power supply from an external power source, I can survive without relying on this reactor." Tony corrected, "But I don't want to lie on the operating table forever or hold a baby in my arms. Batteries, that’s too bad.”

"So you don't think about finding some way to cure your problem?" Rody asked, "The risk is really so great that you don't dare to try it?"

A look of helplessness appeared on Tony's face. If he had dared, he would have gone for surgery instead of trying to get a new armor.

"Not to mention my situation, I didn't come to you today to build a happy car." Tony was about to get to the point, "I have a project and I need your help. Do you still want to continue flying? My former Air Force ace?"

"Stop, stop, stop, I don't have any ideas about your project right now. It's best to suspend cooperation with the military until you calm down and rethink your decision." Roddy misunderstood Tony's idea and he hurriedly said refused.

"No, no, no." Tony parked the car on the side of the road and looked at Roddy, "This is not a cooperative project with the army, but my personal project. It is Tony Stark's project, not Stark's. Enterprise, I need Roddy not Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes.”

Tony looked at Roddy, and Roddy looked at Tony.

The tacit understanding between friends becomes simpler after the words are explained clearly.

"What do you need me to do?" Roddy asked, then remembered something and added, "If it is some kind of dangerous project, please allow me to refuse."

"Don't worry, there is no danger. You can understand..." Tony's eyes wandered, "The development and testing of high-tech prosthetic products."

High-tech prosthetic limbs don't sound like something this guy would do, but let's trust him first. It happened that he had a considerable period of vacation after being injured. He was also idle, working on inventions with Tony. Maybe he would also You can use this matter as a smoke bomb to get rid of the questioning and pressure from above.

Externally, let’s just say that he is here to do Tony Stark’s ideological work.

The car started again, and this time it went all the way to Stark Villa without stopping.

After getting out of the car, the garage doubled as a studio. Tony woke up Jarvis and asked him to put up the projection of the Mark II first.

"Through the last incident, I realized my shortcomings in all aspects, whether it is ideological awareness or practical actions, and what I am even more lacking may be protection, both to outsiders and to my own people."

"This is the latest product of my design. It was born out of a design concept I saw when I was a child. But now this version is completely a combination of my own technologies. You can understand that this is the latest invention that combines all my technologies. It’s up to you how you call the armor and uniform.”

"Cool!" Roddy's reaction was, "This is the coolest thing I have ever seen, so you mean, I want to test this?"

"Of course, this thing can fly," Tony said. "Don't you want to fly again?"

Roddy dragged his chin and looked at Tony.

When we brothers have something to say, let’s not beat around the bush and say what we have been hiding.

"Well, in fact, this invention is completely different from traditional aircraft. You can understand that the wearer has to control not an airplane, but a remote-controlled rocket."

Roddy continued to look at him, indicating that you should continue.

"And I have no flying experience, so in order to develop the flight system, I need you to be a test pilot and collect samples of the adjustment and adaptation data during development." Tony said.

"So this thing is really not dangerous?" Roddy was still uneasy, "For example, a firearm out of control? Last time you damaged a parked F-22 because of this. Speaking of which, you still owe I haven’t settled this account yet.”

"Don't worry, this is just a prototype. There are no weapons on it. It's very safe." When Tony said this, he completely ignored the mess behind him, which was the trace of an accident during his testing.

Roddy felt that he might be cold. Every time Tony said it was safe, it basically meant that it was not safe.

It's obviously impossible to turn around and leave. Even if there is danger, it's better to let him get on. Since this thing is to be tested for flight, it is better to let him, a person with professional experience, try it than to let Tony, a layman, fool around and cause any accidents. Dangerous good.

"Okay, no problem, but first let's make sure that this is a high-tech prosthesis, not a weapon."

Tony naturally understood what Roddy meant and said that you are right, this is a high-tech prosthetic limb, just like a firearm can be classified as a high-precision mechanical item like a watch.