Marvel turns into Iron Man

The basement of the Malibu villa has been given a new look.

It is still the huge underground garage.

Miss Stark has asked people to expand this side of the workbench to be more sci-fi.

Oh yes, it's Christmas soon.

Even in the underground garage, she placed beautiful Christmas trees and colorful lanterns.

There are also a variety of small but delicate Christmas trinkets.

Although no one stayed here to spend Christmas with her.

But at least, the Christmas atmosphere here is strong.

However, what is our Miss Stark doing now?

"If you could just give me a few more hours, I could calibrate for you..."

Before Jarvis finished speaking, he was interrupted angrily by Miss Stark.

"I said, Jarvis, you'd better be quiet."

Miss Stark held a medical syringe gun in her hand.

There are also a pile of medical and sanitary products such as alcohol cotton cloths on the table next to him.

Multiple, tiny nervous system sensing devices were injected into her body via the injection gun.

Because these tiny devices must be placed in the subcutaneous fat part.

She had to be very careful to control the Extremis virus around her skin so as not to react in a stressful way.

That would swallow and decompose the injected nervous system sensing device as a foreign body.

Separate the mind to control the consequences of those things.

It is to make the skin there lose its invulnerable hardness.

At the same time, the Extremis virus that assists in shielding the pain nerves will also lose its effect.

So, every time the needle of the medical injection booster punctures the skin once.

Her body would tremble once with the feeling of pain.

This pain has lasted 58 times.

Fifty-eight miniature nervous system sensory controllers have been buried throughout her limbs.

"Here's 59, and..."

"The last... Huh, the miniature nervous system control sensor has been buried."

After the No. 60 induction device was buried in the upper part of the lateral flexor muscle.

Miss Stark's teeth finally let go of the poor piece of cloth that has been destroyed countless times.

"Bah, that's disgusting."

She gasped and poohed a dozen times in a row.

"As you wish, I have also prepared a safety tip for you to ignore."

Jarvis said jokingly.

"Then ignore it, honey."

She stood up from her chair by the workbench, took a sip from the coffee cup she had set aside.

It wasn't her favorite mocha with too much milk and chocolate.

It is the most concentrated pure Italian black coffee.

Milk and sugar will soothe her nerves and make her drowsy.

And now, it's time for her to work.

"I must remind you that you haven't rested for 48 hours."

Hearing Jarvis' persuasion, Miss Stark curled her lips in disapproval.

You know, superhumans naturally have superhuman benefits.

She could even stay up for a whole year if she wanted to.

It's just out of consideration of physical incompatibility.

She will choose to still maintain the same work and rest habits as usual.

But now is not the time to think about these.

"Okay, my dear little fool, go and help me clean up over there."

Miss Stark walked to the side of the mechanical arm not far away.

It was her graduation project from MIT when she was 16.

Fully intelligent auxiliary robotic arm - Benben.

The auxiliary robotic arm is not just a stupid one.

Miss Stark, an auxiliary robotic arm of the same style, has made many.

But for her, the most important thing is this big fool who made it first.

Maybe its smart effects are not outstanding.

But as the patriarch of the robotic arm family.

How should I put it - there are feelings in it.

The mechanical arm made a "beep beep" sound.

Then he used his mechanical arm to hold the broom and brought himself to the workbench with the track.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my [figure cabinet]."

Miss Stark just quietly stood on the round platform in the center of the workshop.

It is said to be a hand-made cabinet, but in fact there is nothing wrong with it.

On the wall directly in front of Miss Stark.

The concrete walls are divided into grids of collection display cabinets one after another.

Then use tempered glass to seal the entire six mighty and domineering exoskeleton steel armor.

From Miss Stark's experimental version of the Mark-2 to the Mark-7.

No amount of steel battle armor can be put down, because the length of this wall is really limited.

If she had to expand outward, she could only smash the wall next to it to expand outward.

But then the integrity of the garage is lost.

As for the reason why there is no family patriarch Mark-1 type......

It was the Iron Overlord that she didn't take back at all.

Besides, it has been packaged out and cheated Nick Fury of a sum of money.

No matter how thick-faced he is now, he will not be able to hold back his face.

"Give me a close-up first, then pull it out and put the date on the lower corner."

Miss Stark spoke to the mechanical arm holding a DV camera on the other side.

The robotic arm seemed to understand and generally clicked the camera it was clamping up and down.

"No.40 second-generation fully-wrapped powered exoskeleton armor."

"Adaptive Navigation Separation and Assembly Practical Armor Engineering Prototype-01."

She turned around and made a very proud gesture.

"Are you ready, let's initialize the process."

She spread her arms out and held her hands flat.

Following Miss Stark's actions, she was on the platform not far away.

Scattered modular equipment was lit up one by one.

"Give me some more music, honey."

"Yes, Miss Stark."

Jarvis lowered the needle of the record player.

A piece of music that fits the festive atmosphere sang throughout the underground garage with the panoramic sound system.

"Jingle Bells - Joe Williams" (original episode)

It was an adapted Christmas song.

Brass instruments such as trumpets and French horns are accompanied by the sound of the piano.

Classical rock and roll with the decadence of capitalism.

Especially the singing voice of the black lead singer full of strong hip-hop atmosphere.

It really made Miss Stark herself immersed in the joy of the festival.

Her limbs swayed involuntarily with the music.

Then, she stretched out her left hand towards the pile of modular equipment divided into parts.

"Come on, let's get started."

However, the control system of the battle frame does not seem to give face.

She didn't even give her a reaction.

"Damn it, I should have increased the sensitivity of the sensor?"

Miss Stark patted the sensor buried under her arm helplessly.

Stark family's ancestral mechanical maintenance method - just take a pat.

"Give me... come here!"

Gritting her silver teeth tightly, Miss Stark exerted all her strength in secret.

It's as if you can make that thing fly over by using your strength in vain.

At least, this time it didn't disappoint her.

The vents on the back of the gauntlet glowed a cool blue as she moved.

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