Marvel turns into Iron Man

Miss Stark's face had become something more useful than a document.

The old apartment building has been cordoned off by Los Angeles police since the explosion.

Under the leadership of Miss Stark, the police let the three of them in without stopping.

Originally, she looked at such an old apartment building and felt that she still needed to walk up the stairs while waiting for others.

Until I saw the car installed in the elevator inside the apartment.

It was only when Miss Stark remembered that this was an apartment leased by a technology company.

A little modernization is nothing.

The elevator survived the explosion—

Rather, all but the top floor, which was used as a laboratory, was badly damaged by the blast.

Others, even the lower layer didn't have much impact.

The laboratory must have been reinforced before it was put into use.

"Is this the venue rented as a laboratory? It looks really pitiful."

Looking at the desolation in her eyes, Miss Stark couldn't help but feel heartbroken for the landlord.

The entire floor was used as a laboratory, and now, there is only a mess left after the burning.

"Self-authorizing Central Guard System - Isolation Panels for Labs."

Simmons set his sights on the blasted wall.

The glass has been blown into pieces, and there are only mottled marks on the alloy frame.

"So, is this why Mike is a superhero?"

As she spoke, she moved closer to a charred man on the floor.

The extremely high temperature instantly ignited everything around, including the experimenters who didn't have time to leave.

The poor man in front of Simmons had been burned to a stick-like coke.

But she took out tweezers and a small plastic ziplock bag from her suitcase without any fear.

Use tweezers to gently scrape some marks on the corpse.

"I seem to have seen such a scene somewhere, but it can't compare to that time."

Miss Stark shrugged her shoulders and said indifferently.

"Sorry sir, please step aside."

At that moment, Fitz brushed past her with a whole long suitcase.

Randomly found a flat floor without much construction gravel and put the suitcase down.

"Is that a tiny drone, Fitz?"

Looking at the things in the box, Miss Stark couldn't help leaning over.

"Yes, very small, and without our own hands--

"Oh, this is what I tried to improve myself. It is the design plan you gave to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fitz said without looking back, and then started the control program with the tablet.

"Your designs are universal, and I tried to specialize them."

"Each drone has a different role, like scanning buildings or analyzing chemical density or radioactivity."

A total of twelve palm-sized drones slowly rose from the box, and then flew in all directions.

"In fact, it's a very good special improvement, Fitz, well done."

"Thank you for your compliment, sir."

Miss Stark has never been stingy with her praise for some very smart people who are on her side.

Not to mention, Leo Fitz was a brilliant physicist and engineer from start to finish.

Drones sweep through rooms that serve as laboratories on this floor.

And Fitz quickly discovered something interesting in it——

"Sir, I think I found something useful in the ruins."

As he spoke, he walked towards the location of the drone he was looking for.

And a few seconds later, he found a surveillance camera from the ruins of the pile of construction waste.

"It's a surveillance camera, but it's badly damaged."

"Maybe we can extract the flash memory and maybe record something."

Miss Stark said, and turned her attention to Simmons again.

"By the way, can you restore the temperature caused by the explosion, I think..."

Maybe she can get a result of [-] degrees, and she can directly throw out the matter of the Extremis virus.

S.H.I.E.L.D. implements a hierarchical management method.

Miss Stark just dictated the matters related to Pioneer Technology to Jarvis to write a report and sent it to Fury.

Few people knew about this matter, and only Coulson was aware of it.

After all, Coulson was the one who had gone to Rose Hill with her.

Moreover, Coulson sprayed to death a second-stage desperate soldier with a double-barreled shotgun at close range.

"[North] seems to have found something and is scanning—"

And soon, Simmons also found another discovery of the drone's return transmission on the tablet.

As she spoke, she walked towards the little guy called "North".

The drone hovered over the garbage dump, and a light blue light curtain kept sweeping over the garbage dump again and again.

"There's really something here...something unbelievable."

Simmons reached down and picked up a metal contraption from the ground.

Most of the edges were charred, but at least the hook was still visible.

Or the crystal glass with a yellowish luster on the other side of the metal device.

"My dear, although you are wearing gloves, the radiation level of that thing is a little bit high."

Miss Stark said, reaching out and snatching the device from Simmons's hand.

"Sir, you?"

Simmons was a little surprised to see that Miss Stark snatched the thing with her bare hands.

"Oh, this thing, don't worry, my body is modified, but you can't."

While speaking, Miss Stark put the device into the alloy safe deposit box she carried with her.

With the Extremis virus as a base, she really doesn't care about radiation.

But Simmons is just an ordinary person, even if he has gloves, he may be irradiated.

The three of them waited at the scene for a while, and left after Fitz confirmed that there was nothing more useful.

They have to send the collected things to the laboratory for a good analysis——

Although Miss Stark wanted to take the two of them directly to the Malibu villa, but after thinking about it, she decided to forget it.

Although the equipment in the Malibu villa is much better than the laboratory on the Coulson plane in every respect.

However, even if they are better, it doesn't mean that the two researchers from S.H.I.E.L.D.

It was also because of this that she let Jarvis control the helicopter and took the two of them back to the airport.

And she planned to go home and get something before driving there...

Or trade the helicopter back with your own Quinjet.

PS:

Coulson was a jerk when he was young