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Chapter 539 Armor Manipulation
"Shirley?" Wanda frowned and looked at the delicate and realistic blue-haired girl, "Seriously?"

"I'm sorry, Sister Wanda, Mr. Passo, but I have no choice. I have to listen to him." Shirley waved her hand lightly.

Michael saw that his various permissions on the armor were disappearing in the helmet interface, and the functions of all modules were turned off.In the end, even the movement of the suit's hands and feet were all locked.The power system of the exoskeleton fell under Shirley's control, and the whole armor became a cumbersome burden. Without power assistance, he couldn't even move a finger.

"I have admired the design of Mr. Stark's suit of armor, and I have to say that it is indeed a work of art. In terms of earth technology, it is incredible enough to do that. And you, Mr. Passo... your design I I can only think of one suitable word to describe it.”

Robot 451 turned its head sideways and raised its chin. It really looks like a living person.

"A miracle," he said.

"Thanks for the compliment." 451 didn't limit his armor's speakers.Michael looked at the robot through the display screen, "I am honored to be praised by the last creation left by a race that once stood at the pinnacle of technology."

451 "Oh" said: "So, the head of death told you about my origin."

"I assume it's true what he said?"

"It seems to be." 451 put his hands behind his back and glanced at Shirley, "Give back the right to move the limbs to Mr. Passo, but all weapon systems must still be locked, and he must not be allowed to escape or escape. Intent to sabotage the ship."

"Yes, sir." Shirley complied immediately.

The hands and feet in the built-in interface of Michael's helmet were quickly unlocked, and he felt that the control of his limbs returned to his hands immediately.

"Well, interesting." 451 said, "Compared to Tony Stark, your reaction doesn't seem to be too big. You don't seem to be too angry about the armor being taken away, because you don't like He relies on his battle suit like that? Or do you think you have any means to counter it?"

"You can guess." Michael said indifferently.

451 checked his control over Shirley and the God's Domain armor again.

"If you ask me, you might be bluffing." The robot seems to be quite confident in its own technology, "Although the race that created me designed me as a recording machine, I do not have any armed forces, but they are He also has quite high attainments in other technologies. Let’s put it this way, Mr. Passo, if I want, I can hack any computer in this universe, even if you are ten times more talented. any changes."

"I have no doubts," Michael said.

"But you've overlooked one thing, bastard." Wanda snorted coldly, and took a step forward, a crimson aura burst out all over her body, "You don't care how good your skills are, but you can't beat me."

That's why she doesn't like to rely on armor, computers, etc. to fight, she prefers to rely on the power she can control.Because you never know if a group of guys with technology beyond your understanding will appear in the unknown world, and make your super computer into cerebral palsy in minutes.

"No, Miss Maximov, I haven't forgotten anything."

451 put his hands behind his back, and didn't even intend to move.But Shirley and Michael moved at the same time.Shirley extended the gun barrel from her palm, and Michael raised the pulse light cannon in his left palm.They pointed at Wanda from left to right, sandwiching her like a sandwich biscuit.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Wanda, but this is really not a good idea," Shirley said.

"Don't be impulsive, Wanda," Michael said.

Wanda glanced at him, bit her lower lip, and finally lowered her arm, dispelling the lingering Chaos magic power.

"Is this okay? Robot bastard?" She said to 451 viciously.

451 smiled: "Of course, Miss Maximov. Next, you'd better keep up, because you are still useful. According to my observations, the chances of you following Mr. Passo and cooperating with me will be much higher. .”

Wanda frowned and said nothing.She squinted at Michael again, only to find that he wasn't looking at her again.She found that it was always like this—she could never read anything useful from Michael's expression, only blindly hoped that she had faith in him.

He has always been able to solve any dilemma, without exception.Even God has defeated him, so what is this mere robot?
"Very good, it seems that we have reached an agreement." 451 turned around, "Then everyone, come here together, I will let you meet old friends first."

Michael said: "Is it time for you to talk about it now? When the head of death talked to you just now, you said that you called me to come over? Now that I am here, do you mind telling me the reason?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Passo." 451 said unhurriedly, "You will know."

They followed 451 through the winding corridor and came to the cockpit of the spacecraft.Then, as expected, they saw their old friend——Iron Man was sitting upright in a seat, motionless as if he had been immobilized, and the condition of his armor was similar to that of Michael.

Tony was taken aback when he saw several people coming in: "Is it you?"

"Long time no see, Mr. Stark." Michael walked in naturally, "You don't look very well."

Tony frowned, looked at him, then at 451 who was following him.

"So you know what this robot does?"

"know."

Tony understood immediately.He was not at all happy about running into a familiar face in this predicament, but only became more worried.

It's one thing to let this evil robot gain control of Iron Man's armor, but the Black Knight?
With this guy, he has no doubt that 451 now has the combat power to sweep a planet.

And to make matters worse, he already knew what 451 Hope's true purpose was, and he feared that the Black Knight would be a key piece in allowing the robot's plot to succeed.

"You shouldn't be here, it's so stupid," Tony muttered, "You're throwing yourself in a trap."

"The talking guy is now trapped in his armor."

"You're not the same," Tony retorted.

"Okay, stop arguing about it, gentlemen." 451 came out and interrupted, "I know you are all dissatisfied with me to some extent, and you all wonder why I took all the trouble to get you here. Mr. Tucker actually already knew that according to the original plan, I should have succeeded by now, but something happened a little bit unexpectedly. That's why I have to need you to help."

"Excuse me," Michael said suddenly, "although I'm happy to just go into the 'villain explanation' session, but generally in this session I'm more happy to be the one who kidnaps than is kidnapped. I'll accompany you to The only purpose here is to confirm for yourself that Iron Man is indeed on this ship, and since that purpose has been achieved, you see."

He raised his right palm and pointed the palm cannon at 451.

"...Maybe you should reconsider."

451 squinted his eyes: "I thought you would be a little smarter. Shirley, release him for me???"

451 looked sideways at Shirley in surprise, and found that the girl had her head drooped, her long hair drooping, and her whole body motionless, like an electric toy that had been unplugged.

(End of this chapter)