Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

"General, you must have a headache for that big guy, right? And one of the two people who caused trouble before has a physique that makes you feel like you have found hope against the big guy?" March's electronic synthesized voice sounded in Ross's ears. The voice rang out, speaking exactly what Rose was thinking.

General Ross has no good impression of Hulk, even though Bruce Banner was once a man who almost became his son-in-law, but after that accident, all this became a thing of the past.

"You seem to know me very well. Yes, I want that big robot." General Ross was also straightforward. "Tell me your conditions. If I can't accept it, our conversation will end here." good."

He is so refreshing that he deserves to be called General Thunderbolt? But for such a decisive person now, who would have thought that he would become more and more pedantic as he grows older?

"Don't worry, my asking price is definitely not random." Ma Qi said, "I'm just a little interested in the super soldier serum in your hands. If possible, I hope to get two copies from you."

Super soldier serum?

Ross really never thought that anyone would come up with this idea. After all, the Super Soldier Serum in his hand was an imitation product after the restart of the Super Soldier Project. Not to mention compared with the version injected by Captain America, it was compared with the version injected by Howard. The ones that Stark later imitated were also quite immature in comparison.

Even this immature thing has given birth to a trouble, and Dr. Bruce Banner, who is both a victim and a disaster maker, has the absolute right to speak.

"Listen clearly to me. I do have the serum, and I can even make it again, but this thing is not stable. Even if your information is true, or you just send the robot directly to me, I will not It is possible to use this potentially dangerous item as a trading weight."

General Ross's adherence to principles really surprised March. He thought that the other party would agree, and even one of the rhetoric he prepared did include sending the mecha directly to him.

"In this case, I really should praise you. I admire your conduct, so I will provide you with the information this time for free. I wish you a happy move."

March ended the communication and sent the planned address to Rose's mobile phone. After that, his consciousness exited the cyberspace, and the eyes that frequently changed on one side returned to normal.

hiss~

As soon as he came out of the state, Ma Qi gasped. The pain on half of his face, as if he had been stabbed by a needle and received an electric shock, made him grimace and twist his facial expression into a mess.

"Boss, are you okay?" Creel, who was playing with moving things in the van on the other side, saw Madge's expression and hurried over to ask.

"It's okay, I'm just a little uncomfortable with it." March told Creel not to worry, "It's just that I tried my best not to fool myself into being that old man, so I'm a little angry."

Ma Qi's body was directly connected to the cyberspace before, and his body naturally required certain adjustments. After all, consciousness space is something that involves the metaphysical level of the soul. The technical explanation is to connect to the brain. When the direct connection mode is turned on, Ma Qi It is necessary to temporarily transform one side of the head into a mechanical form, so as to intervene in the network connection function of the wrist guard. However, because it is a partial and incomplete transformation, the pain when it is transformed back into the human body after the end is really impossible. Express it in words.

Of course, the advantage of such trouble is that even if the other party finds the traces he left on the Internet, all they can find is his wrist terminal. The Ma Qi consciousness that actually interacts with information on the Internet, in theory, It is impossible to detect.

"Boss, there is no need for you to care so much about your body shape, right?" Creel was a little puzzled. He helped Madge sit on the box on one side and poured a paper cup of hot water from a thermos cup with his hands and feet.

"You know nothing." Ma Qi's pain has not passed yet, so naturally he can't calm down, "When I am you, how can I change back? It's okay that the local changes don't last long, and the whole body becomes a machine. You can call me Terminator from now on."

"Uh..." Creel was asking for trouble. In fact, March and he had talked about this topic before, but the result was that he didn't understand that March was so persistent about himself as a human being.

Creel even used himself as a case study and made some philosophical remarks that were quite inconsistent with other people's settings.

No matter what my body has become, I am still me.

March admitted that he had some thoughts, and then thought that Creel could change back no matter what he became, and he suddenly realized that he was not the same person as him.

However, he is more or less resistant to this aspect, otherwise he would not have developed such a technique of partial mechanization and making himself suffer.

"Keep working, we have to rush to the stage to prepare props and costumes while others are on their lunch break." Madge, who was not afraid of the heat, took a deep sip of the hot water that Creel poured for herself, "Tonight It will be very lively.”

It's just that Ma Qike can't control that much whether the stage owner is really happy.

Of course, other than how they felt about being targeted by Madge's new target, some people were still very happy.

Tony is very happy because the 2 armor he made is finally fully completed.

Roddy is unhappy because he helped make the 2 armor and now he is injured.

"Tony, I'm starting to believe what you're saying."

There was an anti-swelling patch on his chin, and his arms and thighs were wrapped with large bandages to remove congestion and reduce swelling. Roddy looked at the prepared 2 armor and said with emotion, "It's really a high-tech prosthesis."

Tony was a little embarrassed, because he felt that since Rody had flying experience, he could appropriately increase the intensity of the test. Although the results did achieve excellent data in flight procedures, this was based on Roddy's almost failure. obtained under the premise.

"Um, so I will be the one to do the test flight tonight?" Tony asked tentatively. He really couldn't wait to experience how much the finished armor he built weighed.

"Leave me alone, this is my prosthetic leg. If you break me like this and don't let me feel good first, I won't agree." Roddy said, "Besides, you didn't just make one suit. If you want to try it, you can wear it again." Just one piece is fine. Let me make it clear in advance. I have already decided that if I have three long and two short ones, I will wear this when I am buried. This is a cooler treasure than I have seen before."

Tony smiled, there was something he didn't know whether to say or not.

Are you going to be a steel mummy? But it was an interesting idea, so he took note of it.

Tony is actually a little confused now. After seeing Roddy being tortured so miserably, he is a little scared. This kind of thing is so subtle. If you are tortured when you try, you may not really feel that there is any big problem, but watching others suffer with your own eyes , and he is also the helper in creating pain. This feeling is really subtle.

It's absolutely impossible not to be fully prepared, Tony thought.

"Okay, as you said, this is your prosthetic leg and your coffin. I won't fight with you. After the preparations are completed, we will conduct the first test flight tonight." Tony said, "Believe me, New York is yours." It will look very different in your eyes.”

Roddy temporarily went to the lounge to adjust his condition, but Tony called up a new work plan on the computer.

The construction plan of type 3 has already started when type 2 is completed. Tonight's test flight will provide the final improvement data for type 3. At that time, the heroic character named Iron Man will be truly born in front of the world, heralding the beginning of an extraordinary era. .