When Downey Wears a Tin Can [Comprehensive British and American]

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The robbery in Queens ended perfectly with the support of the high-end fourth-generation Spider-Man armor. Jin Bing's remnants were captured, weapons were confiscated, and the confession was presented to the Avengers immediately.

The black widow stacked the materials together and put them on the table: "Jin Bing's large army is no longer on the earth, and the only ones left in New York State are some remnants who have been eliminated."

Barton: "It's also good news, at least we don't need to be distracted from dealing with other villain leaders before we think about what to do next."

The captain sitting on the sofa frowned: "The lack of a leading subordinate is the most terrifying thing. It is estimated that there will be chaos for a while." He pressed the virtual communicator, "How is the situation on Tony's side?"

It was the voice of the smart housekeeper who answered him.

Jarvis: "They are still designing the armor, and the cosmic communicator still hasn't received any signal from Asgard, captain." The smart butler paused, and then said, "The system just received a bad message from S.H.I.E.L.D. information."

Steve: "What's wrong?"

Jarvis: "The Eternal rebel commander opened a small wormhole in the prison and escaped, and his whereabouts are unknown."

The Avengers were silent for a few seconds.

I don’t know if this is happening too much—at least in the minds of the Avengers, the S.H.I.E.L.D. cells seem to have never really locked anyone except for some miscellaneous soldiers, so they frowned subconsciously. outside.

They can't even generate any more emotions.

Captain America subconsciously looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

The sound of the second hand turning on the wall clock at this moment is extremely clear.

It's like the countdown to the end.

On the fifth day after Disparate Armor designed the concept map and put it on the production schedule, the communicator still failed to find any signal from Asgard.

Manhattan, which had just gone through the Great War, was empty of troops. The remnants who were not taken to outer space by the villains but were directly abandoned on the earth began to spontaneously form various small organizations to make waves in various regions of New York State when Manhattan was rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. , the captain had no choice but to bring the Avengers to the scene in person for every turmoil. The sound of the huge vortex engine of the Quinjet fighter would pass over Manhattan every day, although the help of Spider-Man and the occasional Hulk made the pressure much less. But they still have to run around every day in various cities and towns in New York State.

Things seemed to explode before the most urgent moment, and each problem was actually not difficult to solve, because all it needed was time to solve these problems, but——

They don't have much time.

The unclear alien situation and the tight production time of disparate armor made Downey and Tony Stark have to divide the labor and cooperate, which undoubtedly seriously increased the workload and mental pressure of everyone. At least during these five days, Downey His sleep time was compressed to the extreme, and he didn't even see Tony Stark leave the signal room next door at a time other than eating.

Downey is well aware of how undesirable this kind of behavior is, but he is even more aware that the key to the problem is that sentence——

They don't have much time.

But during this period, no matter how busy Donnie was, he never forgot one thing.

——Regularly go to the safety cabin to replace the energy potion and energy cleansing liquid for No. [-] and No. [-].

After another experiment failed, Downey pushed open the door of the safety cabin with four tubes of reagents on his tired face. He deftly opened the pumping devices of the two airtight compartments, and then put the energy doses in the sound of No. [-]'s cursing rejection and energy cleansing stock solution are poured in.

This time it was toffee-flavored, which was obviously more in line with No. [-]'s taste than strawberries, because she was already speechless when it was poured halfway, and even the light ball collapsed into a cake uncontrollably and comfortably.

After finishing everything, Downey threw the four empty test tubes onto the tray of the cleaning robot. Instead of leaving the place immediately, he paused as before, and then sat on the base of the metal bracket between the two airtight compartments superior.

No. [-] was soaked in the milky white reagent, and his voice was as ethereal and gentle as ever: "Are you too tired from work today and want to chat with someone, Donny?"

Donnie rubbed his face.

Yes, changing the reagents is only one of the reasons. The biggest reason why he comes here every day is——unexpectedly.

He could easily relax in front of these two fragments of will.

Donnie thinks this is probably because the Fragment of Will is the only person on Earth other than Tony Stark who knows his true identity, and he doesn't need to pretend in front of them. This feeling of unloading all the burdens is compared with the high-intensity of the past few days. The job is too rare, and it is impossible for him to influence Tony Stark at this time.

He can only come here.

"This is my new armor. I just finished painting it half an hour ago."

In order to ensure that no external signals can search here, the safety cabin is equipped with the best configuration in terms of airtightness and signal isolation source.

The light above his head was an eerie purple. Downey sat between two airtight cabins, in front of him was a virtual light screen suspended in mid-air.

On the virtual light screen is a three-dimensional projection of the armor he just finished painting.

It is said that the final form of technological development is getting smaller and smaller, and this also applies to armor.The new armor, which combines blood edge, nano and brand-new disparate armor creation ideas, is much closer to the body than the previous armor, even the lightest Mark 20. It is not so much armor as it is made of extremely tough liquid metal. The battle suit, which is light and portable, has almost all the functions of the previous armor. The liquid metal fused with the crystallization extract can be transformed into various forms at will, whether it is a weapon or others.

This is almost a cross-generational concept. If the performance of armor upgraded from generation to generation is calculated, Downey feels that this set of disparate armor is likely to be named Mark 85, and the disadvantages of excessive pursuit of performance are also revealed at this moment.

"Looks good, I mean."

No. [-] praised truthfully: "It has surpassed most of the alien technologies I know."

Downey looked at the data on the light screen, but did not speak.

One; "But you look distressed."

Downey pressed his sore brows: "I calculated all the energy sources I can think of, including the compressed energy sources that Tony directly ordered to stop due to the serious environmental pollution half a year ago, but none of them are compatible with the new armor. Matched, even if ten nano-scale energy chips are installed in the reactor, it can only support the armor to run for less than half an hour under the budget of the computer."

It's like having a world-leading sports car without the matching gasoline.

In the sealed cabin, No. [-]'s light ball floated up and down: "I'm sorry, I can't help you with related issues."

Downey leaned back, looking at the lavender-lit ceiling; "It's okay, I'm just here to let my mind go."

Number One: "Because it's quiet enough here?"

Downey: "I don't know, and you may not believe it when I say it, and I am also baffled."

He closed his eyes: "I feel much at ease when you are here."

Number one: "You've been too anxious recently, Donnie."

Downey didn't speak, probably because he had too little sleep these days. He originally just wanted to close his eyes and let his mind go, but it didn't take long before he fell asleep breathing evenly.

It wasn't until after confirming that he was really asleep that Number Two said, "If he is clear, then from a standpoint."

"We should be enemies."

Number one "looked" at Downey's defenseless sleeping face: "It may not be."

Number Two was silent.

In fact, she knew very well that there was a gene for rebellion hidden in No. [-]'s bones, from the moment she was split by the will of the universe.Her betrayal is inevitable, as long as she still has human beings in her heart.

In fact, even if it is herself, even the matrix that made the final decision, No. [-] thinks that they all have a little bit of sympathy, conscience, and sense of responsibility for other life forms in the universe, but only to a certain extent.

Self-aware beings can't be black and white, and even having a firm stance doesn't mean it can't be shifted or influenced, which might not be appropriate, for example.

Even the most authoritarian politician, when the real war comes as he hopes, it is impossible for him to be so dehumanized that anyone who opposes him deserves to die.

The only difference is that some people will choose to cease fighting at this time, while some people really kill everyone.

"Until now, I still feel that the mother's decision is not wrong."

"Since we were born, the main universe has been instilling in us one thing, that is, there are many subsidiary universes that shouldn't exist. She couldn't bear to kill our chance of birth, so even if we were facing extinction, she would not help, but Don't you think this is just an excuse for her incompetence?"

"It's not without reason that human beings raised egoism to moral principles in the past. If the mother didn't do this, it is likely that we will perish in the future. I don't think it is better than those in the main universe who only have love and peace in their heads and look at them indifferently. In terms of the collective will of the subordinate universes dying one after another, what is our difference."

"The main universe has really been at ease for too long, number one."

Next to the sealed cabin No. [-], No. [-] was silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed.

No. [-] dissatisfied: "I'm serious, what are you laughing at?"

Number one: "I'm laughing, I've known you for so long, I've seen so many hysterical sides of you, I didn't expect you to be able to talk to people so calmly."

Number Two: "Are you serious???"

Number one: "Fake."

Number Two: "Then what are you laughing at?"

Number one: "I'm laughing that your appearance just now is exactly the same as the neglected elder brother of a multiple-birth family scolding the eccentric mother."

Number Two: "?????"

……

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No one knows what the rebel commander felt when Colin passed through the wormhole and found that the landing site was the rebel headquarters.

He knew very well that even if he opened a space wormhole with his ability, he would not be able to reach the rebel headquarters [-] million kilometers away, and after he was arrested, he never thought about going back. Well, even wandering in the smoky outer space, because he knows exactly what it means to go back to the headquarters at this time.

The oath of the Eternal rebels is that the rebels will never be defeated.

So whoever fails will be—

"Colin Drewwalker."

The judge's gavel fell, directly announcing his death sentence.

"Into the execution pool."

Colin, whose armor was all damaged and only a pile of rotten flesh remained, could only crawl on the ground and struggle, and was carried away by tall black skeleton soldiers on both sides.Before being thrown into the thick, rotten and disgusting execution pool.

Colin lifted his snot and tear-stained face for one last look.

Sitting on the supreme throne, his leader chose to acquiesce without saying a word to the scene of his subordinates who had followed him all the way here from Hei Abyss being thrown into the execution pool.

Under the simple and heavy armor, his expression didn't even change at all.

The vulture hovering in the blood-red midair brought news at this time that Asgard would hold a grand banquet at dawn three days later to celebrate their new emperor's ascension to the throne.

The man on the throne finally moved.

The sound under the armor was like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, with a heavy and hoarse sound that had gone through thousands of years.

"Tell Loki that I have helped him achieve his goal."

"Now is the time for him to deliver on his promise."