Marvel's Metamorphosis Spider-Man

At the same time, some auxiliary means can only be achieved by installing a chip, such as some such as auxiliary aiming and wind speed and humidity measurement to calibrate the trajectory.

Each weapon of AIM has added a shaking power generation device, which is similar to some mechanical watches in the past. As long as the weapon is shaken, it can charge the built-in graphene battery.

The graphene battery can not only maintain the computing power of the chip, but also take into account the function of unlimited signal transmission. YUI can monitor these weapon chips in real time.

For this idea, Gwen still used Lockheed Martin's idea of ​​a global positioning chip for the F-22 fighter jet.

It can be said that AIM is made by treating personal individual weapons as fifth-generation fighter jets, a specification that even Stark Industries cannot achieve.

Gwen's advanced consciousness has allowed AIM's weapon department to stand at the forefront of the world's weapon technology since its birth.

NO.Chapter 170 The first and last echoes

But Gwen's additional request made 'Weasel' hesitate.

Even if life and death are in other people's hands, this kind of thing can't be agreed casually.

Those mercenaries are all rebellious guys, so how could they be obedient and reveal their feelings about weapons during the battle? In fact, the custom-made weapons that Gwen said was difficult for him, the "Weasel".

The most convenient weapons used by those guys are often the weapons they made themselves. Those made according to their own habits may not be high-tech or powerful enough, but they must be the most suitable for their fighting style.

It's just that Gwen didn't say that the weapons must be issued compulsorily, so the 'Weasel' complied without hesitation.

Now when it comes to 'User Feedback', 'Weasel' feels that he doesn't have that much face, and he can't do it yet.

"Collecting usage data can effectively tune weapons and make weapons more suitable for them. Of course, it's fine if they don't want to. This is not mandatory, but it will lower their credit score, and next time they will not be given weapons that are not so useful."

Seeing the expression on the face of 'Weasel', Gwen continued to finish what she hadn't said in a leisurely manner.

"Well, I'm fine."

'Weasel' agreed, he really didn't think AIM's weapons could be used by anyone, but survival is the most important thing.

"Okay, I think you'd better change your clothes."

Gwen pointed to the crotch of 'Weasel', then grabbed a bag next to it and threw it into Weasel's arms.

"exactly."

The weasel opened the bag in his hand and found a pair of pink leggings inside, with 'fxck me' written on the butt.

"This?"

I can't wear it, it's too gay.

"What's wrong with this? That's it, whether you like to wear it or not."

Gwen put her hand decisively on the handle of the plane door.

Like to wear it or not, and take a shower if you don't wear it.

'Weasel' quickly untied the waistband with both hands.

Even gay guys have to change it, let alone the pants at this time, anyway, they are shameless, and he is happy to let him and the man do something, as long as he lives.

Gwen didn't shy away from watching him change his pants, and joked that he hadn't seen it as a boy in his previous life?When I went to the men's bathroom, I didn't see the big ones, the small ones, the ones with or without hair.

Not to mention bathhouses, there is not only one actor who likes small movies, you can see seven or eight different ones after watching hundreds of movies, not to mention those selfies taken by individuals.

'Weasel' can't even see the lady's head, he can't tell whether the eyes under the mask are closed or staring at him, and now he doesn't even know whether he should turn around or keep taking off his pants up.

"Bang."

Gwen opened the plane door.

'Weasel' quickly returned the trousers.

"You still need me to throw it for you?"

Gwen tilted her head.

"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."

'Weasel' grabbed the corner of his trousers and threw it out the window.

With this throw, he seemed to feel that he had thrown something important.

"I'm not a devil either, you go and wash, there is a shower there."

Gwen pointed to the rear of the plane, where there was an area where the floor was a gridded leaky panel with a sprinkler on it.

This design is used to wash the blood of mercenaries returning from battle. There are many other uses at critical moments, such as fresh water storage and medical disinfection?

In short, it will be much more convenient to have such a thing. According to the strategy game, this is to enhance the comfort of soldiers and improve the mood of soldiers.

The liquid on the buttocks of the 'Weasel' was blown by the sea breeze outside the cabin, directly thirsting on the buttocks.

The soaked and red buttocks were swaying, and the wind was blowing through his heart, which actually made him feel very exciting, especially the explosive figure of a transvestite girl who looked like a rubber suit.

Oh, what a thrill!

'Weasel' quickly rushed to the tail of the plane. He was afraid that he would raise his gun and open fire. At that time, nothing would happen, and he would be thrown off the plane.

Gwen tilted her head in a strange way, not understanding why the guy who was shy just now suddenly moved quickly.

And when Gwen felt that the "weasel" was showing human confusion, the old bald Obadiah was furious at the US military air force base in Afghanistan.

"What's the use of me raising you?! Can't handle such a small thing? And because of my own bullets, so many people died! You bunch of trash!"

He couldn't figure out why his subordinates were so stupid, and why other people's subordinates were so powerful.

"Boss, the things have been collected."

Captain Nege walked over with the few remaining team members carrying a sack.

"let's go."

Seeing this, Obadiah didn't bother to stay in the wrong place anymore, and quickly got on the plane and left.

In fact, his losses on this trip were nothing compared to his gains. Of course, if he was unlucky enough to stay here, that would be a different matter.

"Let the newly started Block 16 under the Ark Reactor get ready, put our best scientific research personnel on standby there, and build me a prototype right away."

Obadiah called the satellite phone to his combat command and logistics department,

According to the information he received, during his stay in Afghanistan, Toni had already played a combat game in his Mark 2 No. [-] machine.

Destroyed a weapons base a few kilometers away from the cave base where he had been imprisoned.

Most of the weapons placed there were 'sponsored' by Stark Industries to terrorists.

Obadiah couldn't think of anyone else who would do it except Toni, who came up with a new toy.

This made Obadiah want to own this epoch-making armor even more.

Just like what Raza said just now, whoever owns more than a dozen armors like Toni can rule Asia.Of course, Raza's vision is short-sighted, and he only wants to get Asia. The world is so big, and Asia is not enough to satisfy Obadiah.

If it is modified a little bit, Obadiah believes that this kind of armor is the best space suit, which is resistant to blows and has strong survivability. At that time, won't Obadiah have the final say on the entire universe.

Speaking of Raza, I don't know if that guy is still alive.

No matter how good that person is, he is still a guy who pulls together a terrorist organization with his own strength, and it is a disaster to keep him. We have to find a way to get rid of this guy.

It's just that the people under him are also attrition now, so we can only make a long-term plan after returning to the United States.

But now that Toni's prototype machine has been obtained, the energy core 'Ark Reactor' should be retrieved as soon as possible...

When the battle armor in District 16 is almost done, she, Toni, will be on her deathbed.

The more Obadiah thought about it, the happier he was, and he was about to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate.

"Go, Angela, open me the best champagne in my liquor cabinet."

The old bald man patted the ass of the girl in his arms. When thinking about problems, he liked to touch the soft and elastic round carbohydrates, which helped him to think clearly.

The flight attendant snorted coquettishly, turned her buttocks and walked towards the tea room.

However, after a while, she was seen running back in a panic.

"It's gone! It's gone!"

"Out of what? Out of champagne? I don't remember just refilling it?"

"Not just champagne, all wine is gone..."

The flight attendant sat down on the floor of the plane.

Lao Guang got up and rushed to the wine cabinet. The open door of the wine cabinet allowed him to see the empty wine cabinet to the end at a glance.

"Who the hell did this!!!"

NO.Chapter 171 Advance as Retreat

The woman who made the enemy unhappy was happily taking out a bottle of fine wine, poured herself a glass, and watched the sunrise with the wine.

There is a feeling of invincibility in the East.

"Bah, bah, bah! I don't have the idea of ​​an eunuch!"

Gwen spit out the wine in one gulp, really, why would she think about that.

"Boss, I've taken care of it."

'Weasel' in pink pants stood aside.

"Yes, it suits you quite well. These pants are for you."

Gwen looked up and down the 'weasel' who didn't know where to put his hands.

"What's so funny about that?"

'Weasel' answered in passing.

"Why, you still want to return the ones you wore?"

Gwen looked up at 'Weasel'.

"I don't, I'm not."

'Weasel' felt that there was nothing wrong with a straight man like him, and it really was a needle in the bottom of a woman's heart.

"Boss, are you the one who wandered around in New York some time ago?"

'Weasel' was silent for a while, and decided to change the subject.

"That's right, why? Flying in the sky didn't delay your business, did it?"

Gwen didn't want to talk to 'Weasel' anymore. As an information dealer, this guy just thought of asking this. Gwen was worried about his professional ability.

Gwen is not a poor boy like Peter Parker, and he doesn't need to take some posing photos to pay for the newspaper.

Naturally, frontal photos are rarely circulated, and most of them are blurred backs taken by passers-by and posted on the Internet.

'Weasel' is not a fanatic of urban supernatural events, nor is it a sand sculpture netizen who likes to talk about the mountains when he has nothing to do. The news has not officially reported that Gwen was suppressed by the disgraced New York police as a 'ghost spider' information.

He 'Weasel' can actually remember it pretty well, remembering what was written in the little pheasant newspaper that he brought with him at a glance.

"No, no, how could it be delayed. I'm in a bar, not in the open air. I'm saying that even in the open air, you won't be able to delay me. Even if you come to my place to drink, I welcome you with both hands!"

'Weasel' quickly waved his hand in denial.

"However, those street bastards are troublesome and useless to clean up, and mercenaries will not clean up these guys. Your behavior is worth advocating!"

'Weasel' gave his thumbs up.

Did this person find a topic and start an awkward chat?How can there be such a boast?

"YUI, did you find any useful information from that computer?"

Gwen stopped talking about unimportant things and started asking YUI instead.

"Yes, according to the data in his computer, there is indeed a leader behind him."

YUI formed a holographic two-dimensional bust of an old man with a mustache on Gwen's forearm, and the picture moved.

"How about it, have you collected her battle armor drawings?"

The old man with a mustache speaks standard Mandarin.

"Yes, Master Chu."

A voice answered from outside the screen.

This should be a video call. It seems that this little terrorist leader is quite ambitious and secretly recorded this video call.