Marvel Nephalem

Tonight, July 7st, New York is destined to be extraordinary.

The golden street lights dyed the pouring rain into golden color. On New York's rarely empty First Avenue, a Cadillac Cairren was riding through the wind and waves in the storm, even though the water curtain had covered the windshield completely, making it impossible to see anything. , this steel tiger remains unabated.

If you were close enough, you would definitely be able to hear someone in the car making a low, muffled cry.

"What do you mean? Tell me clearly."

Clark Kent, who was roaring at the system in his mind, held the steering wheel with one hand and used tweezers with the other to pick out the deformed bullet from his chest.

Before the strong blood pressure caused the muscle tissue to close the wound, a blood arrow was shot towards the dashboard, making a loud snap.

This made the black guy in the back seat, who was holding on to his seat belt, almost cry out of fear. They thought they had been hit.

"I made the choice for you to save you the dilemma, didn't I?" the system that kept laughing in his mind said:

"You want to save both parties, but you are afraid that neither party can be saved. In order to prevent you from blaming yourself again, this system is so broken that you still want to yell at me~"

Clark Kent couldn't refute that this time it was indeed the system that brought about the best results, but he knew very well what kind of virtue the system was. Once it allowed the other party to gain the initiative, it might go further and try to have a mental impact on him.

To this, Clark could only respond with a sneer. He never dared to relax about the system and could not be at a disadvantage for a moment.

"Turn right 500 meters ahead and you will enter Gustav Plaza Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai."

Under the instructions of the car navigation system, the bulletproof SUV that drove all the way with mental awareness stopped at the most famous hospital in New York City.

Clark was not in a hurry to get out of the car. The rain was getting heavier now. He was afraid that the injured black boys Bruce and Winnie would get fever and infection due to the cold rain.

He took out his Android phone with a cracked screen in his pocket and pulled out Tony Stark's number.

"This is Mr. Tony Stark's private emergency line for the Avengers. Hello Mr. Kent, what can the artificial intelligence butler Jarvis do for you?"

Jarvis's magnetic voice came out on the phone, which made the two black guys in the back seat, who were lying on the car window and vomiting non-stop, shrink their heads and stare at each other for a while.

Clark looked at the neon light reflected by the waterline on the car window and asked: "My students were seriously injured. Now they have been taken to the Rescue Service Center of the Icahn School of Medicine at Mount Sinai. How can you help me?"

"I'm tracking your navigation position, please wait a moment, Mr. Kent."

In Clark's mental perception, several medical staff were holding umbrellas and pushing stretchers and running quickly towards the SUV.

Along with him, there were a dozen New York City policemen in raincoats who came from all around with guns, and the blue man who fell from the sky right in front of the car, knelt on one knee and stepped into the water to create a circular mist. White-striped steel armor.

"NYPD, the people in the light vehicles should get off the vehicle immediately and lie down on the vehicle with their heads in their hands, otherwise we will shoot immediately."

Clark took a deep breath, and walked out of the car expressionlessly, shirtless, raising his hands in the air and looking calmly at Iron Man, who was slowly standing up in front of the car.

This set of armor is different from the previous lightweight style. Instead, it is a heavy-duty armor with a heavy back and a slight hunchback.

The steel mask with a cold and angry expression did not pop up. He just knelt on one knee and looked at Clark, his searchlight-like eyes flickering on and off.

The black policeman wearing a transparent raincoat shouted: "Lie on the car with your head in your hands. Do as I say now."

Clark Kent squinted his eyes and turned his head coldly, looking at the black policeman who yelled at him. He knew this policeman as Blake Mahoney, a young policeman from the Seventh Precinct of New York.

He slowly put his hands behind his head, and against the rain, he retreated to the steel armor and shouted: "Tony, say something."

Iron Man: "...Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Clark, who suddenly realized what was happening, quickly took action and pulled off Tony's mask amidst the police's yells. The water in the armor splashed all over the floor.

"Cough cough cough."

Tony, who had obviously drank a lot of water because his armor was filled with water, shouted to the New York police officers who were yelling and even starting to take aim:

"Calm down, Mr. Police, Mr. Kent will actively cooperate with the investigation, I assure you."

Seeing the police put away their guns one after another with displeased expressions, the medical staff also loaded the two injured patients with the help of doctors and quickly brought them into the hospital.

Tony Stark, who was lifted up by Clark's shoulders, asked: "Clark, what on earth did you do? If you hadn't called, I wouldn't have known that the New York police were looking for you."

Obviously, Tony came over temporarily because he learned about this incident at Jarvis's notice.

"We killed a group of robbers armed with heavy machine guns and large-caliber sniper rifles and wearing night tactical gear."

Clark sighed and thought for a moment before continuing to ask: "Why did your armor accumulate water?"

"It's nothing. There was a small flaw in the concept machine, and the problem of water seepage and short circuit in the lifting equipment was ignored."

After hearing Clark's narration, Tony stopped the other party from trying to forcefully remove his armor when he heard the word "short circuit" and whispered: "If I appear in public wearing pajamas, I'm afraid it will be on all the media the next day. Headlines.”

Even for an old-fashioned person like Clark, who was born with bitterness and deep hatred, he couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

Port Resource Management and Allocation Office Building in the Clinton Group Cargo Storage Area in Port Hudson

There are pale walls and a struggling middle-aged man tied to a rusty workbench. Several doctors in white coats are using human observation equipment to observe each other's physical data.

A piece of skin was cut off from one of the middle-aged man's arms, revealing a transmission unit full of metallic luster.

As the medical staff kept trying to inject the drug, the irritated middle-aged man suddenly broke free from the iron ring that was holding his right hand, punched the metal table and made a large dent, and shouted: "Stop this experiment quickly." I’m not participating anymore.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly twitched wildly, and was pushed out of the medical room amid a sharp alarm from the heart rate monitor.

Dennis Luther stood outside the observation window with a grim look on his face, stroking the robotic arm on his right hand, and then pressed the headset switch.

"The experiment failed again"

"Yes."

Russian English with a strong accent came from the earphones. It was the Russian doctor who changed his hands: "The short-term nerve-strengthening serum provided by the Life Foundation will strongly stimulate the patient's nervous system. This may It’s nothing to ordinary people.”

"But for people who install bionic combat robotic arms, strong nerve stimulation will amplify the response of the nerve unit transmission equipment installed in the spine. You must know that without the increase in nerve transmission equipment, the robotic arm cannot be used at all, which will cause any contact to Produces intense stinging pain and can even cause neurogenic shock.”

"Can you improve it?"

"It should be possible, but it will take time."

After getting the answer from the Russian doctor, Dennis turned off the headset, looked uneasily at the rain curtain outside the window that refracted the colored light, and said to himself: "The situation is getting worse."

ps: To popularize science, the armors designed by Tony Stark are all practical, and their functions are constantly added, deleted, and improved. Just as a book friend raised questions, the Mark [-] was on its first test flight. It shows functions such as anti-low temperature and anti-shock.Warframes should not have such fatal problems due to water intrusion in heavy rain. To prevent everyone from feeling like they are being forced to pay an IQ tax, I would like to talk about it here.

What just appeared is the future Mark 38 lifting armor concept machine. Tony designed it to resist wine cellars and support heavy objects. It is not a combat-type steel suit. It is just a single lifting armor. Don’t worry about IQ tax. , this plot is well thought out and is by no means written in vain.

If I say anything else, it will be a spoiler. Cover your mouth.