Marvel's Agents of the Spear

"" Tony stared at the pills and turned to Ethan, "I think I need to take a rest."

"Don't look at the appearance, look at the efficacy." Faze covered his mouth with the hand holding the pill, and his Adam's apple moved up and down, making a swallowing sound.

Dang bang

The iron crutch in Faze's hand fell to the ground, making a loud noise, startling Tony and Ethan.

Then there was a heartbreaking sound of bones colliding, and Faze's curled-up left leg slowly straightened out. He started walking in the cave with his eyes wide open, his dark eyes bright and his movements becoming smoother.

"Look, I can walk, I can trot, I can also jump, oh, jump."

Tony looked at the happy Fa Ze, "I've taken this drug before and then quit."

Ethan's expression was complicated, "You shouldn't have touched it from the beginning."

"But I need this stuff now." Tony said nonchalantly, "Give me one."

Faze put the pills next to Tony and watched Tony take it. He turned around and picked up the crutches, and curled up his straight left leg again.

Tony: ""

"This crutch is a treasure." Faze explained.

Tony had an ominous premonition, "What's the use of it?"

"I'm lame when I lean on it."

"What if I throw it away?"

"You can walk as fast as flying." Fa Ze said proudly, "Didn't you just see that you could still jump so much?"

Tony: ""

As a genius, Tony has long been accustomed to other people's low IQs and has full understanding and sympathy. However, Fazer's operation still made him feel a bit out of his wits.

It's a pity that the pill melts in the mouth when you stretch your legs and there is no way to pull it out.

The good news is that Tony clearly feels that his body is improving rapidly, and his fatigue and weakness are gradually disappearing.

"Enough." Tony was full of energy. He stood up and grabbed a pencil to write and draw. After a while, a stack of complicated drafts appeared on the desktop.

"This is not like the Jericho missile." Ethan didn't know why.

Tony stretched out his hand and pressed several pieces of paper together. The light shined through the paper, and the lines on the several pieces of paper overlapped together, outlining the ferocious steel armor.

"This is the Over the Valley outfit."

With the drawings in hand, the rest is manufacturing. Tony is responsible for the command, and Ethan is responsible for the installation of precision instruments. As for Fa Ze

"You know how to blacksmith." Tony was a little disbelieving, "I remember you are a doctor."

"For the time being." Faze picked up the conical crutch, "Tell me what you want to build."

"Breastplate, shoulder armor, faceplate," Tony said, grabbing a few drawings.

Faze stood on one leg, and the crutch in his hand danced vigorously. The thicker end hit the reddish iron block hard, "Eighty-eight, eighty, ten."

"Stop, stop, stop," Tony pointed at the drawing and said dissatisfied, "It's too rough, do you see this? I need to reserve pipelines for energy transmission."

"It's simple, first use a small hammer to sew, and then a sledgehammer to finish it." Fa Ze glanced at it, spinning the iron crutch in his hand, aiming the thinner end at the iron block, "Forty forty forty forty forty four Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, old iron, it’s done.”

Tony checked and found that the connection problem that he originally planned to solve with welding was directly solved by Fazer with his superb skills.

"You have the ability to work for me." Tony said with satisfaction.

"But I'm not that interested." Faze declined with a smile.

The construction progress of the shell was far ahead of expectations. While waiting for the computer to check the program, the three of them had some time to relax, using gaskets, screws and nuts as bets, chatting and enjoying the game.

"How many languages ​​do you know?" Tony rolled two sixes casually and looked at Ethan.

"There are many kinds, but obviously there are not enough here." Ethan watched his gasket being taken away by Tony, "They speak Arabic, Urdu, Pashto, Dari, Mongolian, Persian ,Russian"

"And Chinese." Fa Ze added.

"Impossible." Tony shook his head and said in Chinese, "I have studied Chinese."

Fa Ze raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's learn some Wenzhou dialect."

Tony's expression was complicated, and some unbearable past events came to mind. He changed the subject and said, "Where are your families?"

"My wife and children are in a small town in Gumila. I will go find them after the plan is successful." Ethan said, with a warm smile on his face.

"I'm an agent." Fa Ze narrowed his eyes.

Agents' personal information is confidential.

"What about you, Stark?" Ethan asked.

"No." Tony replied, his expression stiff.

"No," Ethan repeated, "so you are a person who has everything and nothing."

Tony's expression became even stiffer.

"Strengthened the iron, Lao Sen." Faze commented.

"Zero," Tony changed the subject again, "Besides that strange medicine, do you have any other methods to relieve fatigue?"

"I can also do acupuncture."

"You're carrying a silver needle." Tony was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Faze picking up his crutches.

"I, Tony Stark, am so exhausted that if I jump from here to death, I will never accept acupuncture from you even once," Tony said seriously.

After a moment.

“Really cool”

The three of them worked together to create steel suits for the sake of freedom. However, the people of the Ten Rings Gang were not fools either, and they soon discovered that something was wrong.

A bald man walked into the cave surrounded by everyone. After admiring the reactor on Tony's chest, he examined various things in the cave while explaining the application of modern weapons in terrorist operations.

As soon as the conversation changed, he threatened Ethan with red coals and forced him to explain whether the missile Tony was building was the missile he wanted.

"Yes." Ethan stared at the approaching charcoal without changing his expression, insisting that Tony was helping him build missiles.

"We now have two doctors." Bald Head said slowly, "This means we can afford to lose any one of them."

He looked at Fa Ze and said in English, "Whoever tells the truth first will not have to swallow charcoal. The pain may make you understand the current situation."

"You can try." Faze said with a smile, "If you don't want to be visited by Heaven, it's best to let go of my temporary companions. The reason why you are safe is because I am safe now."

The bald man's cold voice came out from between his teeth, "You are threatening me."

Faze's eyes fell on the ring finger of his bald left hand, where there was a ring set with sapphire. "You can ask the ring whether I am threatening you or stating the facts."

"" The bald man threw away the iron tongs holding the charcoal, with a gloomy expression on his face, "Assemble my missiles before tomorrow. Otherwise, you don't have to swallow the charcoal fire. I will swallow you one by one. Even heaven can't protect you, I said so." "

Of course, the bald man couldn't wait for the missiles he wanted, and the construction of the steel suit was soon over.

Outside the surveillance range of the camera, Tony is putting on the steel suit with the help of Ethan and Fazer. As the designer of the suit, he is the person who can best utilize the combat effectiveness of the suit.

Just as he was halfway through wearing it, loud shouting came from outside the iron door.

"Answer them" Tony looked at Ethan.

Ethan was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but his hands were very steady as he opened the flamethrower's valve little by little, "I don't understand."

"They speak Hokkien," Fa Ze said, "I can't understand them either."

"Whatever it is, speak out and delay it for some time." The energy transmission has not started yet, and Tony can't move at all now.

Faze hesitated for a moment, became angry and shouted at the iron gate, "Mother Ganlin!"