The Stark Paradox

In less than 10 minutes, the Jazz saw his current person in charge walking out with a blond-haired man who was very tall by carbon-based standards.He waved his hand in front of the camera of the media, and when he walked down the steps, he was completely glued to the opponent's body. It was obvious that the alcohol concentration in his body was too high.

The two came almost close to each other. When the man wanted to sit in the driving position and drive, Tasha dragged him to the back and the two fell on the Jazz's back seat. Then Tasha looked at him vaguely. He waved his hand in front, "Jarvis, drive."

Jazz's hardware is naturally not equipped with Jarvis's terminal system, but he still ignites and starts to drive home automatically according to Tasha's intention.

The two people in the back seat were already stuck together, and Tasha moved away a little when she took time to draw her breath, and grabbed the hand of the other person who was trying to untie her clothes and smiled, "Boy, take your time."

——God bless, the two of them must persevere until home! ! !

Jazz sneaked a sneak peek at the rear through the rearview mirror, and then quickly stepped on the accelerator.

Facts have proved that Jazz has perfect speed and excellent driving skills, and he drove smoothly from the underground passage into the basement parking garage of the Stark Building with almost no trouble on the road.

There are actually three floors underground in the Stark Building. Jazz has seen the number of elevator floors marked like this. The basement floor is a standard garage, which is connected to the workshop on the left. Usually, it can be separated by a glass wall. A thickened iron wall can be put down to block the line of sight, such as now.The next level, is the arc reactor, which is used to provide clean energy for the entire building.The third level of jazz has never been introduced by Jarvis.

Now the two of them rolled out of the car and stuck together, Tasha's clothes were still relatively intact, and the other's body was not so decent.

Jazz tried not to go into what was going to happen for a second... He was sure it was something the ambulance would be interested in and not him, so as Jarvis turned the lights off in the garage, he just pulled over to the spot and turned off the system to get ready take a break.

****

Eleven o'clock at night.public sea.

General Hawk stood at the base and watched the red dot on the map on the big screen approaching his target little by little. He knew that this was his troops arriving at the target ship as planned.

——Seriously, why are the pirates now so stupid as to hijack federal arms?And think they don't have enough tracking?Haven't they learned even a little bit from the wave after wave of failures of their predecessors?

General Hawk thought about it, and then asked, "Red-haired girl, heavy artillery, Blake?"

"Approaching the target, General." The red-haired woman's communication channel quickly replied.

"Very well, wait for Snake Eye to succeed and quickly suppress the firepower, Blake, try to dig out something from their computer." General Hawk confirmed the plan again, although he could not see the scene, the complete plan was in his The mind was exceptionally clear, and he had complete confidence that his team could execute it flawlessly.They are trained for this.

It's the job of their team, a diverse but undeniably elite cast of players, each with a specialty.They directly accept the president's orders and deal with various difficult or secret impossible tasks.For example, now, take back the arms belonging to the Federation and rescue the hostages from a group of pirates who don't know what to do.

——Maybe Stark can get a real-time screen transmission, so that he can better monitor the scene, she definitely has a way.

Although she doesn't want to admit that there is nothing good about a businessman who lives a dissolute life and messes around all her life, her brain is still quite valuable.

General Hawke thought so.Then I heard the urgent voice of the red-haired woman on the communication, "Emergency, emergency! There are UFOs approaching."

"Received by the headquarters, red-haired girl, report the details!" The communication officer glanced at General Hawke and asked on the communication channel.

"There is a UFO approaching the target ship at high speed...it looks like...oh god...it looks like a human!!!"

Then they heard intensive gunshots and explosions on the communication, as well as screams from afar.

Hawke hated the plan being broken. He was frowning so much that he could kill flies. Everyone could see that he was in a bad mood now.

After 2 minutes, the sound of the gunfire gradually subsided, and he asked "redhead, answer, what the hell happened now?!"

"The UFO ... it looked like a robot or something ... it suppressed the pirates on the deck that were breaking into the hull."

"...Do we have a way to knock it down?" General Hawk frowned after hearing the report from his subordinates. This description reminded him of the news he had received about a certain army base being attacked by giant robots. he thought for a moment and asked.

"I don't know, general... I don't think our firepower can suppress it, maybe there is only one chance." The heavy voice of the heavy artillery rang through the communicator.

"...Follow up, see what its purpose is, and attack it if necessary." Hawke thought for a while and then ordered.

Snake Eyes lay in the dark and watched the golden-red figure who rushed in without saying a word, quickly distinguished the hostages from the pirates, and precisely controlled the firepower to suppress it.

Then he saw the position of the opponent's head turned to him. He guessed that the opponent should have infrared thermal imaging, so it was meaningless to hide in the dark, so he stepped out and gripped his weapon-he never failed, The weapon in his hand made him feel invincible-then the other party just glanced up and down at him, then turned around and faced the hole that was opened when he rushed in before, without any intention of fighting him.

"The rest is yours." The other party said before starting the thruster and leaving, the flat electronic sound could not hear any tone.

*****

After an unknown amount of time, Jazz was awakened by the lights in the garage and the sound of the wind rushing outside. He opened his optical lens, and he saw the flying red human figure falling steadily on the ground, with a metallic luster all over his body. , it can be seen that the paint of the exoskeleton is worn by something, scratches are everywhere, and the eyes are lit with the same blue light as him.

He has seen Natasha in this form before, so after a moment of alertness, he saw clearly who was on the ground. He put down his mind and watched the metal exoskeleton melt all over Tasha's body as she walked to the workshop door and waited for the door to rise. The liquid shrank into her body, and she became normal again, still wearing the formal suit at the banquet before, except for the wrinkles on the clothes, it seemed that she hadn't taken off at all.He slowly slid a certain distance and crossed the boundary line into the workshop where the glass wall had just been raised. After seeing Tasha put down the tray and ordered Jarvis to start the machine, he went into the bathroom of the workshop, and changed into a set of SI when he came out. Because of the lightness of the fabric, you can see the blue halo on the chest—this is not seen on Tasha who usually wears formal clothes.

"Tasha, why didn't you go to rest?" Jazz transformed his head and carefully walked around the two little robots, Dummy and You, so as not to step on them. Tasha, rubbing her temples with a headache from too much alcohol, "You don't look good."

He used declarative sentences, because Tasha's expression was indeed very ugly. Based on a lot of observations, Jazz could still recognize Tasha's bad face.

"It's okay." Tasha slumped on the chair and tried to clear up her chaotic mind, then took the sober medicine that her housekeeper ordered the little robot to deliver, and poured it down with coffee.The bed exercise is good and will take her mind off for a while without thinking about the thoughts that are swirling in her head, but it doesn't mean she will get used to having someone in her bed with her - she hasn't had this habit before —so she wasn't going to go to bed after being interrupted by Jarvis to sort things out.

"..." Jazz looked at Tasha, and then carefully thought about his words, "I see that you are always wearing the same clothes as other carbon-based women, is it to cover up this?" Jazz pointed with a finger The faint blue light on Tasha's chest asked.

"..." Tasha subconsciously pressed her chest when Jazz stretched out her finger. This action was obviously telling others that this thing was very important to her, so she immediately put down her hand, and then heard Jazz ask again :

"Is this your kindling? I asked the ambulance, and he said that human beings don't have kindling, so are you human?"

"Oh... you said this..." Tasha breathed out, and then tapped her chest with her fingers, the hard surface of the arc reactor made a rattling sound under the tap of her fingers "This is a pacemaker , is also the energy source of my armor, it can be regarded as a life support, but, no, it is not fire, my heart is under this, so I am still a human being to answer your question."

"...That sounds... so cool..." Jazz said as he looked at the circles of Natasha's blue pupils, which gradually became lighter.

But he didn't think so at all.

****

General Hawk sat in the office and received the newly developed photos sent by the 'cover girl'. The figure leaving quickly in the night sky left an afterimage in the air. There was no doubt that the metal exoskeleton was wrapped in red, but it was still human shape.

Hawke looked at the unclear photo brought back by his team, scanned the stacked documents on the desktop and picked out a photo for comparison.

Strapping right into the camera in this photo is what looks like a giant robot, silvery metallic and looking at least four meters tall.

The things on these two photos look similar but are completely different.

Hawke flicked the photo on the table and rubbed his temples.

—What the hell are these things! !