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Chapter 4 Combat Test
The meeting lasted an unbelievable full five hours before it finally came to an end.As soon as Michael stood up, Elizabeth handed over the suit jacket in time.

Michael raised his arm to let her help him put on his coat, and asked, "Apart from Mr. Mayor's party on the weekend, should there be nothing else?"

"The CEO of Hammer Technology requests a meeting tomorrow night, you see."

"Hammer Technology? Is it the Hammer Technology whose former CEO went to prison two years ago and is about to die?"

"That's the one."

"Then just make up an excuse and push it away, I'm not free." Michael straightened his collar, "It's getting late, if you have nothing else to do, you can go back first."

Elizabeth nodded: "Okay, sir. I will let you know if there is anything else, good night."

"Good night."

Leaving the meeting room, Michael walked through the corridor and entered the encrypted elevator that went directly to his office, and took the elevator to the office on the top floor of the building.Then he went straight across the entire room and came to the innermost wall. A long and thin gap appeared out of nowhere on the smooth and flawless wall, and it slid slowly and heavily to the sides, like a heavy automatic door. .

Michael strode in, and the wall closed behind him again, still smooth as a mirror.

No matter who enters his office, it is impossible to find this entrance, because this is not a secret door activated by a mechanism, but a magic, a spell.Behind the wall is directly connected to his private laboratory in the underground of his private residence more than 20 miles away through magic. Only the spell he set can activate this magic secret door.

"Welcome back." The melodious electronically synthesized female voice sounded the moment he entered the laboratory. The sound source seemed to come from all directions in the room. "Bored and long meeting?"

Michael walked straight to the lab bench.The white and black armor was being disassembled and lying flat on the test bench, and several mechanical arms were busy modifying it.

"I suspect that those guys may be plotting to murder me slowly with boredom." Michael said casually, and stopped by the experimental table, watching a mechanical arm "sizzling" sparks at the ankle of the armor, " How's it going, Shirley?"

Shirley is his self-developed artificial intelligence.The technology in the field of artificial intelligence in the Marvel world is also much ahead of the world before Michael traveled. The representative AI is Jarvis, the intelligent butler of Iron Man, and the super artificial intelligence Ultron, which has not yet been born. .

The assistance of artificial intelligence has a considerable effect on the armor's on-the-spot combat and analysis capabilities.At the beginning of the time travel, Michael had been in a certain international terrorist organization Hydra for a while, and he paid special attention to this aspect of knowledge at that time.Shirley is his best work, having been working on artificial intelligence long before he left the organization.

"It's 80.00% complete, sir." Shirley replied, "It should be finished within an hour including the painting. Want to go for a drive?"

"Sounds good. Remember to fully charge me and equip me with actual combat weapons. I want to test it directly in actual combat."

"Actual combat?" The voice of the artificial intelligence showed a trace of doubt, "With whom, sir?"

Michael didn't answer.He picked up the modified armor glove on the test bench, and after the glove was automatically recognized, it bounced from the middle, wrapping his palm inside.

He clenched his gloved hand into a fist and said, "Three years, we've been hiding long enough. Now...it's almost time to fight back."

***
Late at night, somewhere where the location is kept secret.

A continuous white light shone in the dark night, and a huge facility made of steel was shrouded in light.Military off-road vehicles pass through the open space in front of the building, and the sci-fi jet fighters on the tarmac rise and fall, just like a fortified military fortress.

In the central control room, S.H.I.E.L.D. sixth-level agent Randall Mallory stood in front of a giant hanging screen more than five meters high, directing the operation and scheduling of the entire base.The high-rhythm keyboard tapping and the clicking sound of the mechanical cipher machine reverberated in this closed room, and the intelligence agents wearing headphones were busy at their respective posts.

"Sir!" a communicator raised his head and shouted, "There is a UFO coming towards us! It's very fast, and it's coming straight towards us!"

Randall Mallory became alert. "What is it?"

"Don't know, a comprehensive comparison has been made with known databases, and no matches have been found."

"Have you tried to get in touch with the other party?"

"Tried it, sir. No response."

"Sir!" Another correspondent shouted, "That thing... it disappeared from the surveillance!"

The afterimage that broke through the sky seemed to appear out of nowhere, and the light blue tail flames spewed downward and fell vertically.The black armor landed on the ground in the center of the open space with a "clank", and faint waves of transparent air were blown away from the soles of his feet.

Everyone in the square stopped what they were doing, and many agents reflexively drew their guns at the black uninvited guest immediately.

"You have entered the command center of the US military, please immediately disarm and reveal your identity, otherwise we will carry out a fatal strike"

The loud shouts were replayed over and over again from the loudspeaker, echoing endlessly in the suddenly quiet open space.Dozens of black guns aimed at the uninvited guest, and if he made any suspicious moves, he would be greeted with a hail of bullets.

The black armor slowly raised his head, and the V-shaped eyepiece was rippling with light blue fluorescence.

He didn't answer, or, so to speak, acted instead of answering.Without saying a word, he raised his hand, and a powerful blue pulse beam whizzed out from his palm, blowing away the agents directly in front of him.

The fierce battle broke out in an instant, and all the muzzles of the guns spit out bright flames at the same time, and hundreds of bullets splashed on the pitch-black armor with sparks.The black armor remained motionless under the intertwined firepower. Propelling flames spewed out from his back, supporting his body and refloating into the air.He was condescending, and alternately blasted pulse beams with both palms, blowing up the entire square.

The Quinjet fighter jets on the tarmac were activated. The sci-fi anti-gravity device made these fighter jets unbelievably vertically suspended, and large-caliber bullets poured out from the muzzles hanging on both sides of the wings.The black armor's waist and back pushed forward and sprayed at the same time, driving the armor to shuttle through the rain of bullets nimbly and lightly.He raised his hand and shot two shots, and two Quin-type fighters fell with black smoke.

"Sir, you have a fleet of armored vehicles with electromagnetic guns at your three o'clock position." Shirley's voice sounded from inside the helmet, "I guess you might want to notice this."

"Thanks for the reminder, can you mark it on the screen for me?" Michael said, shooting down another Quinjet fighter jet at the same time.

Metal cannonballs dragged thousands of roaring electric snakes whizzing out along the guide rails, and the electromagnetic cannonballs wrapped in blue current were like roaring blue dragons straightly pounced on Michael in mid-air.

But Michael didn't dodge or dodge, he just raised his palm calmly, and a flame-colored magic circle opened from his palm.The thunderous electromagnetic cannonballs fell into the magic circle one by one, and they disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea.With a flip of Michael's palm, the complex pattern on the magic circle changed, and the few shells that had just entered flew out of it without slowing down, dragging a long string of raging electric currents and shooting back along the way. .

Several shells in a row tore apart the shells of several armored vehicles, and the broken bodies rolled over in the air. The flames exploded violently, and broken iron sheets and tires flew in all directions from the flames.

In just 3 minutes, all the resistance forces in the huge base were wiped clean.The pitch-black armor moved forward with steady steps, and the steel figure cut through the burning fire curtain, like a terminator.

No one can stop his steps, and no weapon can bring him down.The base's emergency security protocol has been activated, the central command room is protected by layers of super-thick reinforced gates, the automatic defense system has been activated, and every passage is covered with deadly traps.

At the same time, an emergency call for help has been sent to the A.I.E.L.D. headquarters. The headquarters replied that reinforcements would arrive within 5 minutes. But the responsible Agent Randall knew in his heart that they might not be able to last until then.

"Sir!" A correspondent in the control room was sweating profusely, "The first layer of defense has been breached!"

"The laser net has been breached! The second layer of defense has also been breached!"

Agent Randall felt a chill down his spine.He clearly saw the black steel armor through the monitor inside the command room, and he couldn't help but think of someone, someone he had only heard about but was extremely dangerous.

The heavy muffled sounds were constantly approaching their positions, and each sound was heavier than the last one due to the closer distance.He felt like a turtle curled up in its shell, knowing full well that a deadly poisonous python was swimming outside.

boom!
The two ton-heavy door panels flew into the command room like two hidden weapons as if a huge force had been exerted from the outside.The steel body walked in through the thick smoke and dust, and the V-shaped eyepieces reflected the flying dust particles in the air.

The agents who had been waiting here drew their guns without thinking about it-of course, it proved to be futile.Michael raised his palm and pinched a magic circle in his palm.Seven or eight magic throwing knives appeared out of nowhere in midair, and followed the master's instructions to lock on to their respective targets.All the agents in the command room were stabbed and fell in the blink of an eye—except Agent Randall, who was pale and leaned against the railing on the high platform in the control room, not daring to breathe.

And Michael ignored him, as if he was completely unaware that there was such a living person missing from the room.He walked straight to the console, pointed the five fingers of his right hand at the main computer.A connection cable protruded from his palm and was plugged into the computer.A large amount of data is transmitted through this thin connection line in a short moment, and various confidential file interfaces flicker across the computer screen like a screen flash.

"The transfer is complete, and all data has been backed up." Shirley said.

Michael withdrew the connection cable, and then turned his head unhurriedly to look at Agent Randall on the high platform.The moment the latter felt his gaze, his body shook, and almost none of them fell back from the height.

Flames erupted from Michael's back and flew to a position parallel to the pale agent's height.Agent Randall's legs went limp, and he sat down with his back against the railing.

His throat was dry and black smoke was almost coming out of his throat.He heard a voice that was so deformed that he could hardly hear it: "Is it Dr. Norton?"

"Send me a message to your bosses, tell them this is just the beginning." The mechanical voice came through the loudspeaker from under the black mask, "You know I'm not referring to Fury, like You and I both know you're not Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

After finishing speaking, he didn't stop any longer, two long tail flames spewed out from his back, and the steel-shaped arrow disappeared along the way.

(End of this chapter)