I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Chapter 235 You, Batman?
11:30 pm.

Malibu Beach, Los Angeles, California.

Stark's cliff house, underground laboratory.

"Above 4 feet, the main sensor is a bit out of order, and there is also a problem with the pressurization of the shell. It seems to be caused by an icing problem?"

"Your observation is very sharp. If you want to go into space, you must improve the shell material."

"Contact Cisco to reselect the shell material and change it to the titanium alloy used for Seraphim tactical satellites, which can not only meet the integration requirements, but also maintain the power-to-weight ratio, and display graphics according to specifications.

Jarvis, isn't all gold too flashy? "

"It's my fault, sir, you have always been simple and low-key."

……

Jarvis was sorting out the recorded video after the first lift-off experiment of MK1, when suddenly, a figure appeared within the surveillance field of view.

"Sir, Edward Ed is approaching the villa area."

"Huh? Why is he here?" Stark was debugging the palm cannon function of the hand armor. Hearing this, he asked strangely.

"Sir, he sent an appointment invitation three days ago."

"Then let him in."

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"Hello, is anyone there?" Edward waved to the camera outside the villa, trying to show his presence.

There was no one there, but the door suddenly opened by itself, followed by a mechanical sound.

"Welcome, Mr. Ed."

"Wow, Mr. Stark?" Edward asked in amazement.

"My name is Jarvis, Mr. Stark is waiting for you in the living room."

In the living room, sunlight streamed in from the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and a row of brown sofas was arranged in an arc, on which Stark was sitting and eating cake.

"I remember this is your first time here."

"Yes." Edward looked at the surrounding layout curiously, "By the way, where is Jarvis?"

"Hey, Jarvis, someone is looking for you." Stark patted the sofa.

"Mr. Ed, I've been here all the time." Jarvis' voice came from all directions.

"He is the head of the security department, so he has been behind the surveillance, or..."

"Well, that's yours," Stark said.

"Cool!" Edward shouted in "surprise" "Artificial intelligence? Has it developed to this extent now?"

"Hmm... It's hard for me to explain some things to you. You can understand it as a genius." Stark said inscrutablely, "Why do you think of coming here?"

"Oh, this." Edward took out a notebook from his backpack, "I newly compiled a game production engine, but I encountered difficulties in completing the part, so I came to ask you for help."

"Game production engine? How did you come up with the idea to make this?" Stark put the cake on the coffee table, wiped his hands with a paper towel, browsed casually, and showed a little surprise, "You made it?"

"Yeah, holding Riot is just a holding after all. I still want to make some games that I am interested in. In order to facilitate the production, I first made an engine, but the computing power of the computer is not enough for the later improvement. "Edward shrugged and told the truth.

"With your degree of perfection, the computers on the market are really difficult to perfect." Stark took a glance at the results and roughly analyzed the results. The degree of completion is very high. The main difficulty lies in: too many details and slow integration.

"Jarvis, I leave it to you."

"Okay, sir."

"That's all right?" Edward's eyes widened. "It's so convenient."

"Just wait a while." Stark picked up the cake again, "Has Bruce contacted you recently?"

"Mr. Bruce? No." Edward said, "What did he contact me for?"

"It's nothing, it's just that this kid has been mysterious recently." Stark curled his lips.

"Sir, Mr. Bruce Wayne is calling." Jarvis' voice sounded at the right time.

"Should I avoid it first?" Edward asked, pointing to himself.

"No need." Stark waved his hand, picked up the remote control and switched the TV channel, "Answer."

Images quickly appeared on the TV. Bruce Wayne, who was yawning in pajamas, appeared on the TV. There was a small grid in the lower right corner, which was Stark, who was neatly dressed, and Edward next to him.

"Are you still alive?" Stark said in the first sentence.

"Aren't you dead too?" Bruce retorted naturally, "Ed? Why are you here? You skipped class again? The school recently reported that you skipped class every day to make fun of your teachers and classmates. What do you think?"

"Hey, I know all the lessons I have today, so I came out." Edward said, "And I'm not called a teacher and a classmate. Isn't it natural for me to answer the teacher's questions, although I answer more than the questions? It's a little thoughtless to keep the teacher from coming down for a whole class, but I can't say I don't know.

It’s really a misunderstanding of the classmate, I was persuading a fight, and the persuasion of a scholar can’t be called a fight, it’s called being helpful and helpful. "

"The way you're helpful is to beat people down?" Bruce asked amusedly.

"That's right, if you persuade the fighters to get down, won't there be no fights? This is what I call persuading people with reason." Edward was confident.

"Reason?" Stark had already thought of the answer, deliberately flattering him.

"Physics is also a theory."

"..." I seem to understand why teachers complain every day.

"Well, as long as you think about it yourself." Bruce turned to look at Stark, "Are you free? You've been staying at home every day lately."

"Isn't it? The board of directors won't let me go to work." Stark smiled half a smile, "Ed, you should avoid it first."

"Okay." Edward turned around and ran away, and was led by Jarvis to the viewing platform, facing the sea and blooming in spring.

Bruce shook his head, "What did he come to see you for?"

"I made a game engine, which has a high degree of perfection, but it is too trivial to be completed by ordinary computers." Stark said.

"A game engine?" Bruce dropped the question. "Is Opadry still operating?"

"Who else can make the board of directors unanimously against the 'outside'?" Stark leaned back, the son of the founder of Stark Industries became the "outsider", Stark also had mixed feelings .

He leaned on the sofa, "But it's not important. If I can get back the first time, I can get back the second time. Let's not talk about this. Gotham has been rumored to have a 'Batman' recently. Is it really just a rumor? Or who? Was it a hype?"

Bruce Wayne didn't change his face, "Who knows."

"Pretend, keep pretending, who doesn't know your temperament of putting cameras everywhere, gcpd's attitude is to refute rumors, and there is no official news report or even capture.

If there's anyone who might have proof, it's you. "Stark's face was full of gossip, "Tell me quickly. "

"..." Bruce Wayne's mentality began to become strange, "Batman, it should be like this..."

(End of this chapter)