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Tony Stark's missile didn't kill me, the ammunition he created didn't explode, and the American troops who were attracted by the explosion didn't kill me either.
My men arrived in time and had a fight with the US military. With more people than a few, nearly a hundred people were beaten like dogs by a five-man squad of the US military, but at least they rescued me. At least they are not all incompetent trash.
The US military spent a whole day searching through corpses here, probably looking for Tony Stark, but unfortunately they didn't know that Stark was gone.
Little Brown, who was lucky enough to survive the sentry duty on the top of the mountain, said that Stark flew into the sky in his strange armor and passed through the sea of fire and the huge mushroom cloud like a missile.
I really hope he dies in the desert, letting the sun and cold wind dry his body... then I can find him and keep him as my most precious collection.
Unfortunately, it was not found.
After the U.S. troops left, I led my men to search along the way according to Little Brown's instructions, but only found some iron pieces buried in the sand.
It was Stark's, that crude mask, which, as I remember, was on his face.
I will always remember that it was he who used these pieces of iron to deceive the kind-hearted me, and used the lie of making the Jellygo missile to create another powerful weapon that destroyed my base.
Stark, you are worthy of being the most terrifying murderer in the world!
Chapter 13. The Secret of My Hometown
Tony Stark wanted to gain military support for his new technology.
But he didn't expect that his best friend, US Army Colonel James Rody, also thought he had a broken head. Rody's only hope was to quickly recover his brain and then announce that the weapons manufacturing department would resume work.
There is nothing wrong with my brain. The only thing that went wrong was when I kept Lemu Etxebería yesterday.
This was the only thought in Stark's mind when he saw the little man with long blue hair, fiddling with his beloved drawings in his basement studio.
"Who let you in? Ward F! Stop now, don't ruin my blueprints!"
Stark kicked the door open angrily, his heart bleeding and his eyes looking murderous.
You can't estimate the anger of a mechanical fanatic when he sees his drawings being ruined. Just like the day before the defense of the paper, the computer was borrowed by a roommate to watch a movie and got a virus, the manuscript that I worked on for a week was used to wipe my nose, and I found out that the neighbor next door was surnamed Wang.
"Oh, what do you mean by your design? These are my designs. Your drawings are only suitable to be put in the trash."
Lai Mu used his taunting skill without even turning his head, his hands still busy drawing. The three-dimensional projection was already covered with dense lines and notes.
Stark walked behind Lei Mu, intending to throw him out, but his eyes involuntarily stopped on the three-dimensional projection.
It seems like... there is something? It's quite interesting...
Thinking of this, Stark slowly stopped his hand in mid-air, staring without blinking, and had forgotten what he wanted to do.
Lai Mu’s drawing also stopped. What happened? Why was there suddenly no sound?
Stark had played a trick on him yesterday, and he was just planning to mess with Stark's mentality.
He turned his head and was frightened by Stark's approaching face. He frowned and stood up and moved a few steps away unconsciously.
"What are you doing?"
Stark pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. Although it was an ugly smile, it was definitely not a fake smile or an angry smile.
"It's a very good idea, an open integrated structure, but have you ever thought about what equipment you would use to manufacture such a delicate structure?"
Lai Mu's drawings were far from finished, and only a small part was outlined, but Stark saw Lai Mu's ideas and plans at a glance.
Stark's words were like a 'Petrificus Totalus', petrifying Lemu where he stood.
"What! Can't you make the equipment here?"
Is my exquisite and ingenious design just in vain?
"Of course not. To carry out fine processing of high-strength materials and to make them stable enough for precise assembly, the old antiques here are still a little bit short of that."
Stark thought for a moment and said, "But there is a solution. Because the weapons manufacturing department is closed, a batch of cutting-edge equipment will be freed up recently... and they need to be modified before they can be used. In addition, we need to order a few more pieces of equipment. There is no problem that money can't solve."
"Also," Stark pointed to the position of the breastplate on the blueprint, "If we use a micro-folding structure here, the strength will be too low and the frontal pressure resistance will be too weak. If we change it to an external armor, it will be more pressure-resistant and easier to replace when damaged..."
Lai Mu nodded thoughtfully. That makes sense.
……
dinner time.
Pepper Potts waited and waited, but no one came for dinner and the takeout she ordered was almost cold.
Stark and Lemu were nowhere to be found and they didn't answer the phone. After asking Jarvis, I found out that they had been hiding in the basement for the entire afternoon.
Pepper walked down the stairs in her high heels, and through the glass door she could hear two people inside arguing about force analysis, force structure and motion sensing.
Pepper was born in the liberal arts field, and she didn't understand a word of technology. She was just very curious about how they got to know each other. Wasn't Lai Mu a hunter from the mountains?
A mysterious child.
Pepper knocked on the door and said through the glass door: "Technical engineers, do you plan to have dinner and supper together? It is 21:45 at night."
Laimu and Stark looked at each other in bewilderment. Is it so late? Is there still a technical difficulty that has not been solved?
Stark pointed to the sofa and small table in the basement studio and said, "Shall we eat first?"
Then he looked at Pepper and said, "Pepper, could you please take down the dinner? We can just finish it here."
Lai Mu nodded in agreement, "Yeah, we can just eat here."
"Okay, two busy guys."
Pepper responded, rolled her eyes and turned to go up the stairs. I am really impressed by you.
The two people who were so obsessed with design that they forgot to eat and sleep stopped working temporarily.
Dinner was lobster meat with vegetable and fruit salad, and Pepper reheated the lobster.
The texture and taste are still very good, but Lai Mu is not quite used to eating meat and vegetables alone. Eating vegetables without rice is soulless. This is a habit engraved in his bones.
When talking about the design drawings, Tony Stark suddenly remembered that he had not yet investigated the matter of Lei Mu breaking into his studio and touching his design drawings.
He asked while eating, his mouth full of oil, "Did I tell you not to go into my basement? Was it Pepper who told you the password?"
"Not Pepper."
Lai Mu shook his head. Pepper had been very nice to him these past two days, so of course he couldn't let her take the blame.
I can't say that I cracked your Jarvis. Jarvis told me the password, otherwise Stark would go crazy.
"I haven't looked for her. A six-digit combination lock can be unlocked by anyone, right? Why can't you do it?"
"Tsk! Are you kidding me? How could someone not be able to do such a simple thing?"
Stark smiled helplessly, saying that this was also easy for him.
Stark cleaned up the dinner on the plate like a whirlwind, crossed his legs and picked his teeth with a toothpick, "You...you know so many techniques, where did you learn them?"
"I taught myself. There's internet on Earth, and we have it there, too."
Stark asked again, "Are all of you aliens very technologically advanced?"
"It depends on talent."
Stark also asked, "How did you adapt to Earth's gravity and air? Is it the same here as your home planet?"
Lai Mu paused for a moment, "Will you let me eat now? You're eating fast, what's so special about that?"
Besides, making up lies uses up a lot of brain cells, so we should use non-renewable resources sparingly!
He rolled his eyes in annoyance and said perfunctorily, "It's inconsistent. It's a secret passed down from my hometown."
"You seem to be much stronger than people on Earth. Is it because the gravity on your home planet is higher?"
"No, it's a secret from my hometown."
"Are your superpowers innate or acquired through technology?"
"Hometown..."
"Esoteric?"
Lai Mu gave him a accusing look, "Yes! You already know the answer, why are you still asking!"
"..."
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While Lemu and Stark were busy designing the Iron Man suit, a certain spy agency with a long name was still investigating them.
In an empty corner of the coffee shop, twenty-year veteran agent Coulson, dressed in a suit and tie, was talking quietly over an encrypted line.
There was a half-empty cup of espresso in front of him, and just looking at it made one's mouth taste bitter.
"Boss, we noticed that the blue-haired boy seemed to have an unusual relationship with Tony Stark. He moved into Stark's beachfront villa in Malibu. Pepper Potts's shopping records showed that they bought a mattress. At the same time, the informant reported that they were processing his green card at the Immigration Bureau."
"The informant said that he followed Tony Stark all the way from Afghanistan to the United States and was present at the scene where the U.S. military rescued Stark. He may know the details of Stark's escape in Afghanistan, or he may have a direct connection with Stark's attack by the Ten Rings."
"I have sent you his photo, but I have not been able to find any information about him. I have sent people to Afghanistan to conduct a detailed investigation. Are you allowed to contact him?"
One-eyed Fury on the other side of the phone stared at the photo on the screen and frowned. The face in the photo seemed familiar.
He had a gloomy face and pondered for a long time before saying, "No need, call him back. I remembered a file... If he is related to that person, you should not be able to find any clues. You are allowed to contact him, but don't do anything unnecessary outside of the mission."
"What file? Can I know?"
"I'm sorry Coulson, but you don't have enough clearance, so I can't tell you."
Chapter 14. People have feelings, and so do slimes
In less than half a month, Lemu Etxeberria's permanent green card was processed, making him a legal permanent resident under U.S. law.
A legal permanent resident who has lived in the United States for five years or has been married to a U.S. citizen for three years and meets other conditions listed by the Immigration Bureau can apply to become a U.S. citizen and obtain U.S. nationality.
Of course, Lai Mu has no plans to change his nationality. Although his hometown is countless universes away from him, his country has a special place in his heart.
Even a country with the same name in another universe cannot replace it, let alone the United States, which has a completely different style.
Besides, he only knew four people here, Pepper, Stark, Colonel Rhodey, and Stark's driver Happy Morgan.
One afternoon.