Druid in Marvel

Agent Coulson, who has a strong sense of social responsibility, happily found a box to pack the iron head and prepared to send it back to SHIELD headquarters.

Perhaps because he felt that his eating appearance was still a bit ugly, Colson said to Alvin: "In the future, we will regularly update the books in the community school library. This commitment will be valid for a long time."

Alvin, thank you for what you did for this town, you saved a lot of lives.”

Alvin smiled and waved his hand and said: "It's nothing, I just happened to meet it at the right time. That thing is a bit interesting and it's very enjoyable to chop."

Although I don’t like you very much, Agent Coulson, I have to say, you are good people.”

Coulson, who rarely heard a kind word from Alvin, actually felt a little excited. He smiled honestly and said, "That is the responsibility of our SHIELD. Our responsibility is to deal with the kind of thing before."

Alvin nodded and ignored Colson. Things here are over and he should go home.

"Man, where are Ginny and the others now?" Alvin asked Stark.

Stark shrugged and said with a smile: "I received the call and arranged for my private plane to take them back to New York, oh, and your damn car."

Alvin nodded with a smile and said: "I know you are a reliable guy, so I will go to your villa to get my luggage. All my documents are there. I want to book myself a ticket back to New York as soon as possible."

Stark was obviously not satisfied with Alvin's desire to rush back to New York, and said anxiously: "Man, you have to stay for a few days. I won't be able to sleep until I figure out that gadget."

I’m staying in Los Angeles for a few days, and we’ll go back to New York together. I just got some inspiration, maybe I can upgrade God of War 3 or something.”

Alvin waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, man, I only know a rough idea of ​​that thing. I just know how to use it. It's the same if you call me if you have any questions.

If I were you, I would use my brain on that leg, you see how good it is, what would happen if your steel suit was made of that material?"

Stark touched his chin. He knew that Alvin didn't need to trick him. He hesitated and said, "Then stay for one day. You have to stay and help me. By the way, give me a brief introduction to the function of that rune." , you know a genius’ curiosity is hard to suppress.

My flight returns to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow, and we go back to New York together. "

Alvin is not rejecting Stark. It’s almost the same time for him to buy his own ticket to go back. Why not do it if there is a special plane for a rich man?

It is impossible for him to fly back in Ares 3. Alvin is even considering whether to ask Stark to change the design of Ares 3. The minimum flight speed can be lowered. The mecha is very powerful. The user’s feelings must also be considered

Alvin and Stark didn't have to worry about cleaning up the mess. The two of them sneakily ran to find the leg. Alvin used "Famine" to chop the long leg into small portions and packaged them in several large packages, one for each of them. Carrying half of it, he flew towards Malibu.

Alvin endured Stark's taunts about his poor flying. As soon as he arrived at the villa, Alvin took off his Ares 3 and returned to his room.

Principal Alvin is tired and needs to rest. Regarding the runes, you can ask after the principal has rested and recovered.

Stark slapped his iron head dumbfounded. He knew that this guy was stingy, so why did he want to stimulate him? Whoever satisfies his curiosity would be suffocating.

In the basement of the mansion, Stark pulled the sleepy Alvin and said irritably: "Come and see, the material of this thing does not exist on the earth, or has never been found. Where did you get it from?"

Alvin glanced at Stark and said: "I don't know, you can regard him as the last relic of a lost alien civilization. I don't understand their principles.

You can treat this as your reserved topic and study it slowly. I only know that it takes some special power to activate and use them.

If you want, you can create a weapon for yourself and I can transform it into a magic weapon. It’s very powerful and won’t leave you helpless when facing powerful opponents.”

Stark beat his head in distress. This kind of mysterious thing was indeed not his specialty. The more scientific knowledge he had, the harder it was to understand such things.

Putting aside the rune Alvin gave him, Stark picked up a piece of silver-gray metal and said, "We can wait for the weapons first, let's take a look. This is the metal on that thing, it's very good."

He threw the metal piece on the table and said with some dissatisfaction: "It's a pity that it cannot be copied. This kind of material does not exist on the earth. This material is harder than all known metals and has very good energy conductivity."

Is there any other features that I need to continue to experiment with? I plan to use it to upgrade my Steel Suit, a portable light armor.

In the past, I have always struggled with the protective capabilities of light armor, but not anymore. I just hope you don’t mind, I can compensate you from other places.”

Alvin waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, man, you have done enough, and I don't need anything. I think Ares 3 is too advanced.

Sometimes what suits you is the best.”

Stark nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, the one that suits you is the best.

Similarly, there should be different response plans for different enemies.

Maybe I should develop different models of steel suits for different usage needs, which is much easier than using one suit to deal with all situations."

Alvin looked around at the several mechas of different shapes standing against the wall around the basement, and said with a smile: "You've been doing this, haven't you?"

Stark shook his head and said: "They are just the product of my accidental inspiration. They are not advanced gadgets, they just exist as an accumulation of technology.

Remember that monster in New York? I was thinking about developing a large anti-monster armor. Specifically for this giant monster"

Alvin touched his nose and said with a smile: "You are a genius, you can think about these things yourself, but I think your ideas are great

Big monsters need big guys to deal with, it will be very enjoyable.”

At the New York Airport, blind Matt and a blind old man with a pale face walked out of the airport.

Fudge drove a shabby car to pick up Matt. After not seeing him for nearly a month, Fudge found that Matt seemed to have some special changes. It was hard to describe, but it was obvious.

Matt is still Matt, but the way he moves seems to have changed a lot. Every move is so natural, as if being invisible is not a problem.

Matt's movements were very smooth in the past, but they were far less natural than they are now.

It seemed that he didn't need a guide stick and found the door handle directly, if Matt hadn't still been wearing those dark red sunglasses. Fudge thought he could see with his eyes

Matt opened the car door, turned around and called "Master" and respectfully asked the old man with a pale face to sit in the car.

Then he got into the passenger seat, smiled at Fudge and said, "Thank you Fudge, let's go home."