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

"Are you a mutant too?"

Natasha asked, looking at the depression and a deep crack on the Red Devil's head without looking up.

"If IQ can also be explained by a genetic mutation, then I am."

The material covering Albert's right hand turned back into flowing particles,

Gathered in the palm of the hand, they combined into the black gold-rimmed pen.

"hiss!"

At the same time, Albert gasped.

"Sir, according to the test, your right wrist and finger have two comminuted fractures and eight bone fractures. It is recommended to fix them with bandages as soon as possible."

Xiaoxue's crisp voice came from the headphones.

"I can feel it..."

The fourth file just activated is the quantum armor system.

The combat site is covered with extremely heavy super-solid particles (nuclei next to atomic nuclei),

Utilize downward electromagnetic field to achieve anti-gravity effect.

But Albert has not yet found a material that can perfectly absorb kinetic energy, and can only slow down the impact through particle vibration.

It is far from the range that the human body can bear without injury.

"Haha, I haven't heard of mutants who only have mutated nerve cells in their brains.

But the vitality of these mutants is too tenacious. "

Natasha was noncommittal to Albert's answer, feeling Asazo's weak but not gone pulse, and sighed helplessly.

“Nanotechnology in science fiction movies?”

She also noticed the pen in Albert's hand.

Albert didn't answer, just gritted his teeth.

The most serious injury he suffered in his two lives was a sprained ankle while playing badminton with his wife.

Seeing Albert's painful expression and his swollen wrist, Natasha picked up a bath towel that fell on the floor, shook off the glass shards, and walked over.

"I feel like you need it more. I'm not hurt."

"I'm not the one with a comminuted fracture who needs a bandage."

"..."

"That punch was pretty standard."

"I... hiss!"

Albert is one of those people who is sensitive to pain, and Natasha's technique is the simplest, fastest and most effective, so naturally it is not gentle.

"Kick your legs and twist your hips to exert strength on your waist and abdomen. It's professional. But you don't seem to have any combat experience."

Albert nodded silently.

He spent the little time outside the laboratory on fighting and physical training. If it still didn't work, he might as well die headlong.

But the effect is limited to this, and it is far from actual combat.

After the bandaging was completed, and he gradually got used to the stinging pain from time to time, Albert walked to the bathroom on the second floor, opened the virtual keyboard again, and tapped quickly with his left hand.

"Xiaoxue, increase the priority of documents No. 3 and 4 by two levels."

After a pause, he seemed to remember something again.

"No, raise it by three levels and be on par with Document No. 1."

"Are you sure sir? That means forty-nine percent of the computing power will be occupied."

"Go ahead."

"Ok sir."

After doing all this, Albert put the pen back on his chest, walked out of the bathroom, went down the stairs, and chose a clean spot on the sofa in front of the window to sit down.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can already see countless police lights downstairs from far to near, and the piercing sirens are faintly heard.

"A little bit better than nanotechnology, Natasha."

"Huh?" Natasha, who was using a test tube-like thing to draw the Red Devil's blood, raised her head in confusion.

"The pen you just asked about."

……

The first to arrive was the Boston Police Department, followed closely by a black man wearing a black trench coat.

After some communication in the corridor, all the people in police uniforms left, leaving only a few men in suits guarding the elevator and both sides of the corridor.

"Hello, Mr. Irwin. Agent Fury, from the Scientific and Strategic Corps."

At this time, the future Director Fury was still blind in his left eye and had a layer of fine curly hair on his head, but his hairline was in danger.

Albert got up from the sofa and shook his hand briefly.

"If you want to take it away,"

He pointed to the red devil lying dead,

"It's best to find a safe place. I suggest you use a gravitational field to suppress his ability."

"Of course, sir. This was a lapse in our security efforts, and I apologize on behalf of the Boston Police and America's police agencies."

Ferry was told that Albert had joined the research and development of the Cosmic Cube and was a giant Buddha invited by his family.

And if something happens to such a scientist, it will definitely be big news around the world.

So his attitude was very respectful,

"I'm very sorry. I just learned that your secretary who lives downstairs was affected and seriously injured. We will arrange a new assistant for you."

At this time, Natasha, who was wearing a mask, wig and voice changer, had already disappeared.

Fury didn't know she had been exposed.

"No, I believe in Black Widow's healing ability."

Albert looked at the future king of agents meaningfully.

Rather than changing to another agent, it would be better to continue to let Natasha follow him.

Security aside, Natasha is definitely an excellent secretary.

Clean, crisp and decisive.

"Please tell Howard that I will participate in the research and interrogation of the Red Devil tomorrow."

Albert used declarative sentences.

After saying that, before the surprised and overwhelmed Fury could react, he refused the requests of the agents on both sides to send him to the hospital.

Albert entered the only elevator that still worked.

"Now I'm going to change rooms and have a good sleep."

……

It was already afternoon when I woke up the next day.

The black Cadillac was waiting at the door in advance as always, and the driver was Natasha.

"Mr. Irwin, please."

"Call me Albert. In a sense, we are comrades-in-arms."

The gentle September sunshine passed through Natasha's red hair, and all the scratches on her face caused by the glass yesterday were healed.

If the science and technology in the Marvel world is science fiction, then biotechnology is definitely fantasy.

Super soldier serum, mutants, and even the power of the blood of the gods,

This is a level that would be difficult to reach even if biochemistry developed in previous generations for another century.

"So Albert, it seems like you know the Strategic Science Corps better than I do."

As the car was about to leave the city, Natasha broke the silence.

"Read more books, read more newspapers."

"Haha, the fact that Howard is one of the top officers of the Strategic Science Corps will not appear in the newspapers."

"Maybe."