A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Before returning to the hotel, Albert gave Howard a list, including twenty-three instruments.

Some are large lathe models that cannot be taken away from the MIT lab,

There are also some laser engraving equipment in the experimental stage.

Currently only Stark Industries can provide it.

He didn't say the purpose, and Howard didn't ask, maybe thinking he wanted to continue studying something in the room.

Albert defaulted to understanding among gifted physicists.

Go back to the room,

Albert threw himself into the huge lounge chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and placed his two long legs comfortably on the footrest.

There is a bright light outside the French window.

He suddenly remembered the Milky Way he had seen in Sailimu Lake on the border of his motherland in his previous life.

This is also the season between summer and autumn, when the Milky Way is at its brightest and most spectacular. In the thick night, the stars in the sky and the lake surface complement each other and form one continuous line.

Albert also did not expect that this picture would be so clearly and profoundly engraved in his mind.

He thought for a moment, took out the black gold-rimmed pen from the inner pocket of his coat, and threw it into the air.

"Pa", he snapped his fingers.

Within one second,

The shell of the black pen turns into countless tiny particles, turning outward like waves, causing ripples on the surface.

Eventually it turned into a dark and smooth cylinder,

About five centimeters high and one centimeter in diameter, it floated lightly in front of Albert.

At this moment, the narrator's sofa, the water glass on the table, and the computer all began to vibrate slightly and slowly moved toward the cylinder, as if being sucked by something.

But soon, before anyone had time to notice, everything returned to normal.

Only the dark and smooth cylinder floated quietly.

"Xiaoxue?"

"Always with you, sir."

"Environmental inspection begins."

"Okay, sir."

Listening to the crisp and slightly childish voice in the headphones, the corners of Albert's mouth unconsciously rose.

This is a quantum artificial intelligence named after his baby daughter in his previous life, and the voice is restored as much as possible to what he remembers.

Although there is still a gap between Friday and Friday, it is already the limit of what he can do under the technological conditions of the 80s.

"A total of six bugs were found in your room. There are sensing measures outside the window and at the door. They were placed about two hours ago. Miss Natasha came at the same time."

As expected, Albert sighed helplessly, which was indeed the style of SHIELD.

"Block the bugs, share and add sensing devices in the house, and start recording."

"Ok sir."

A few seconds later, Albert's clear voice sounded again.

"On September 9th, I came to the United States for the first time since I was born.

Rainy and cloudy, the weather in Boston is no different from what I remember.

According to the timeline, S.H.I.E.L.D. was established not long ago and is now called the Scientific and Strategic Corps, and Black Widow became my driver and assistant.

My first stop today was MIT, but apparently they didn't have the energy I needed either.

17-year-old Tony Stark looks immature, but his desire for knowledge is extremely strong, and he may want to prove himself in front of his father.

I don’t know why Charles failed to invade my brain, but the news about the Black Emperor shows that this is not just a movie universe.

The upper limit of Black King's abilities is currently unclear, so he can be listed as an alternative energy source. "

As expected, Howard approached me to participate in the research on the Cosmic Cube.

I have been invited to the Army Base Laboratory in New Jersey at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon to do preliminary research on the Cosmic Cube.

At present, the Cosmic Cube is the preferred energy source to open the quantum space channel.

Okay, that’s it for today. Thank you, Xiaoxue. Open file No. 3. "

"Ok sir."

Then a beam of light emitted from the cylinder, and a blue virtual keyboard and screen appeared in front of Albert.

"Document No. 3, the auxiliary battle plan has been opened."

On the blue light screen, Albert's 360-degree image of muscles and veins was gradually enlarged, creating a virtual image. Almost every part was covered with small disc electrodes connected to wires.

Ever since he learned that he was in the Marvel world, Albert has been trying to improve his personal survival abilities.

He has been practicing Jiu-Jitsu and Sanda as well as some traditional martial arts since he was six years old.

Of course Albert knew that his physical fitness, which was infinitely close to that of a professional athlete, was not worth mentioning in the Marvel world, but at least he was not helpless.

At the same time, after the first quantum computer was built a few years ago, the human body-assisted combat plan has been put on the agenda.

Because of the super computing power of quantum computers, after recording enough combat data, it can analyze the most suitable close combat technique for Albert.

Pieces of electrodes can use bioelectricity to stimulate muscles to produce the fastest response.

The speed even exceeds the central nervous system instructions.

..........

"The progress is still 98%, let's leave it at that today."

Albert looked at the progress bar, which was less than 1% improved.

He rubbed his brows helplessly, showing a hint of fatigue.

Although quantum computers have greatly improved calculation and response speeds and made many technologies possible, their computing power is not unlimited.

Arriving at the bedroom on the second floor, Albert took off his suit, placed the cylinder that had turned back into a pen by the sink, and walked into the bathroom, revealing his smooth and well-proportioned muscle lines.

His muscles are not exaggerated, and his body fat has always been maintained at about 15%, which just makes him look thin when wearing clothes and looking fleshy when taking off clothes.

On the one hand, he didn't want to expose his physical condition, and on the other hand, he was worried that too much muscle mass would slow down his escape speed.

After all, he never expected to be able to confront all kinds of monsters head-on.

Hot water poured down, and Albert's thoughts spread out like water vapor, jumping back and forth between energy and auxiliary combat items.

But unconsciously, most of my attention was still focused on watching Marvel and DC movies with my daughter at home during the epidemic in my previous life.

I think Xiaoxue would be happy if she could get an autograph from Iron Man or Captain America, but unfortunately it's the 80s, Tony is just a kid and Steve is still lying under the ice.

Suddenly, amidst the sound of rushing water, a weak alarm sounded that only Albert could hear.

"Sir, the sensor device on the first floor alarmed, but the devices at the door and windows did not respond."

Suddenly, Albert's whole body tensed up, like a cheetah clinging to the bathroom wall,

"Xiaoxue, silently trigger the sensor alarm set by Natasha at the door."

Of course, the first thing Albert thought of was this ace agent who had already experienced hundreds of battles and had been injected with super serum.

He didn't think that after learning fighting skills for several years, even if he was already at a quasi-professional level, he would have the slightest chance of winning against the "Supermen" in Marvel who used mortal bodies to compete with gods.

Not to mention mutants and super-powered beings.

"Miss Natasha is in the elevator. The intruder is making no movement on the sofa on the first floor."

Five minutes later, when Natasha was about to arrive, Albert decided to go downstairs to take a look.

He believed that the other party was not here to kill him. No matter how beautiful the scenery in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite on the 51st floor is, it is not worth a professional killer spending five minutes to appreciate it.

Putting on his bathrobe and putting his pen in his breast pocket, Albert slowly walked down the steps.

In the darkness, a figure was vaguely reflected on the sofa on the first floor by the light outside the window. The outstretched arms were placed on the sofa cushions, and a vague long object swayed regularly in the air.

Is it a whip? Or some other weapon?

As if feeling someone approaching, the figure on the sofa slowly stood up and turned around.

A blood-red face covered with inexplicable lines, pointed ears,

What is in the air is not a whip,

It is a wagging tail with a triangular spike at the end.

I saw him swinging his right hand forward and bowing gracefully.

"Good evening, Mr. Irwin,

A sincere invitation from the Hellfire Club! "