Chapter 47 Off-site Technical Guidance

Chapter 47 Off-site Technical Guidance

Chapter 47 Off-site Technical Guidance

Schiller and Stark stand together in front of a damaged Mark 2 mech.

"Listen, the problem right now is that the braking system here is completely broken, and we need to fix it before we can do it," Stark said.

With that said, he picked up the wrench and stepped forward, and began to tap on the mecha.

Schiller stood behind him and said to the symbiote in his head, "No, no, you can't eat his brain."

"But his head looks delicious, really delicious, and smells good."

"but……"

Schiller put his hands on his hips and covered his forehead with one hand. He reorganized his language and said, "You can't just eat people's brains, because..."

Schiller paused for a long time, he thought, well, although this race looks strange, its taste is surprisingly consistent.

"Eat his brain, we can do it ourselves," the symbiote said.

"no!"

"All right……"

Stark didn't realize it yet, he fiddled for a long time, then tapped the railing next to him with a wrench, changed the place, and continued to fiddle with it, saying, "Magic armor? This sounds really good, I think it's A special kind of atomic force, what do you think is the best form of application for it? Concussion? Or extreme compression?"

Schiller asked in his head: "...what is the best form of application? Concussion or extreme compression?"

"It's disintegration and reconstruction," the symbiote said.

"It's decomposition and refactoring," Schiller said.

As he said that, he directly pressed his hand on the joint that had not been repaired, and a large piece of parts there flickered, and when it returned to its original position, it was brand new.

Stark stood up, his eyes widened, and he folded his arms and said, "The so-called magic you are talking about looks much stronger than the weightlessness you demonstrated."

"I'm great, I'm great, I'm great, I'm great..." The symbiote began to scream in Schiller's mind again.

Schiller said: "Okay, okay, you are the best."

He has to say that the symbiote is better than magic. After all, his current magic ability is only low-level, and it can be used to bluff people. When it comes to playing, he has to rely on the symbiote.

"Shrink the armor, it can be small," the symbiote said in Schiller's head.

"Shrink the armor," Schiller said.

"Of course I have considered this matter. My Mark 5, in the subsequent version, was originally intended to be compressed into a suitcase, but it has not been developed yet, and it is not possible to carry it around at will."

"I think the suitcase plan is a bit conservative."

"Can it be smaller?"

"of course."

"How small do you think it can be compressed?"

Schiller asked the symbiote in his head: "How small do you think it can be compressed?"

"A bottle of fear venom."

"Can it be compressed to the size of a vial of fear venom?" Schiller asked.

"I want to drink," the symbiote said.

Schiller rolled his eyes angrily, and he would even haggle.

After the symbiote happily finished drinking a bottle of wine, he said, "A cigarette can be compressed to the size of a cigarette."

After Schiller told Stark, Stark walked around the room excitedly, saying: "It's really atomic-level structure and reorganization, and if you put it that way, maybe it's more than a cigarette. Small, maybe even nano-scale..."

"Can it be smaller than a cigarette?" Schiller asked in his head.

"Yes, but it will explode when unfolded," the symbiote said.

So Schiller told Stark, "It could actually be made smaller, but I can't make sure it's going to be safe."

Stark said: "Anyway, let's start, come up with a technology that is more transcendental, and then I will throw all those old versions of the armor to the military, let them help me deal with the garbage, and save money. Pepper will be happy with my e-waste disposal fee."

"There are so many benefits of being armed at any time!" Stark said, clenching one hand into a fist and pounding the palm of the other, "and I can even shove a full-body Jarvis into one. In a mobile phone, a mobile phone with such a powerful smart housekeeper, can you believe it?"

"...God bless Jarvis," Schiller said.

After a while, Stark put the slightly worn Mark 2 down from the shelf. Before he could see it clearly, a gray fog flashed and the Mark 2 disappeared.

Then Schiller reappeared, holding a metal cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark, who said, "This is it?"

"Otherwise what do you want?"

"There shouldn't be any casting spells...I mean, like rituals, and staff..."

"No, that's too low-end," Schiller said.

Stark blinked, and he suddenly had infinitely better expectations for magic.

But then, this expectation just drove Strange crazy, he's just a mage, how can Iron Man treat it as an omnipotent god, no matter what he does, Iron Man is a 'let's put it Leave it to the omnipotent magic' look!

Hearing that the Supreme Mage still needs to prepare to cast spells, Stark called Strange a "low-end Mage", and Strange almost broke his staff when he was so angry.

No matter how much Schiller's performance makes Strange, who will get along with Iron Man in the future, collapse, now he surprised Stark very much, he said: "How do I turn it into a mecha? How do I wear it on my body? ?"

Schiller asked in his head, "How would he turn it into a mecha? How would he wear it?"

The symbiote burped and said, "Think about it in your head."

"Think about it in your head," Schiller said.

Stark was stunned for a moment, and then hesitantly recalled the original weapon of the Mark 2 in his mind.

Almost instantly, the Mark 2 was worn on him. This change had no process, and was almost a reorganization at the atomic level.

"What's the point of this?" Stark said.

Schiller asked in his head, "What is the rationale for this?"

Symbiote says: "Mind disturbance."

"Mind disturbance," Schiller said to Stark.

"You mean brain waves or something? Or bioelectricity?"

The symbiote in Schiller's mind was a little confused, and it seemed that he could no longer answer the question, so Schiller said: "Please don't use science to explain magic, it's easy to use."

Stark was scratching his head and wanted to start researching immediately, so he turned his face and said to Schiller as if he didn't recognize anyone: "Okay, okay, I know, your amazing magic, you wait, Sooner or later I will use it better than you."

Then he sent off.

Schiller was almost invited out of the Stark Building, but he wasn't angry either, as Stark always does, once the experiment's addiction was committed, he didn't care about anything.

As soon as he got back to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him, and Steve said hello and said, "Nick asked me to run an errand, he wants to see you, I think it might be something to do with Stark. ."

Then Schiller shouted into the air, "How about $1000 million an hour? Chief Nick?"

"You're talking like a lion." A voice suddenly came from the phone hanging on Steve's waist.

Schiller shrugged and said, "Okay, I originally wanted to give you an invoice of [-] million yuan."

The other side was silent for a while, and then said: "Another 5000 million late payment invoice is attached..."

"Deal," Schiller said.

After a while, Schiller came to the S.H.I.E.L.D. International Reception Center again. Nick, who was wearing a blindfold, shook hands with Schiller. Then the two sat down face to face. Coulson poured them a cup of coffee. For Schiller is espresso.

Schiller drank the coffee, but Nick picked up the cup and drank it slowly. Schiller said first, "Let's talk about business first, or invoice first?"

"Invoice first," Nick said.

After a while, Nick asked him, "I know Stark gave the mecha technology to the military, but it doesn't matter, we don't want those mechs."

"What you want is him."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. was created by his father."

"If you mention this to him now, you won't want him to join in your life."

"Also, let him join, you can talk to him, don't come to me, it's no use looking for me, I'm just a psychiatrist, not his father."

"We didn't ask you to persuade Stark, and we knew he wouldn't listen. What do you think of our idea? A team of people with special abilities?"

"It's good in itself, but it depends on who they work for."

"Isn't it for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"So who does S.H.I.E.L.D. work for?"

Nick frowned, decisively bypassing the topic, he said: "Okay, we want to invite you to join..."

"You also said that it's a team of people with special abilities. I'm just an ordinary person. The long jump has never exceeded 3 meters."

Nick opened his mouth, thinking Schiller was taking him for a fool.

"Listen, we don't care how you disappeared and suddenly appeared a few hundred meters away, or where the yellow-haired rat with the Canadian accent came from, and we can ignore your quasi-horrible psychoanalysis, but A neurologist told us personally that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen..."

Schiller said to the symbiote in his head: "You can't eat other people's brains at will in the future, except for Strange's."

Schiller said, "Do you believe in magic in this world?"

"Some scientific forces have created these special abilities, so I also believe that there are other forces that create other people. Are you one of them?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think I can exchange a piece of information for my freedom."

"About what? Magic?"

"Yes, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to find out where a missing network in New York is connected."

Nick frowned, but Schiller didn't tell him any more.

The wireless network of the New York Temple should also rely on the network system of modern people, not some magic network, but they use magic to cover up the way to access this network.

If Nick had the heart to investigate, he would surely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller didn't refuse strongly was that in the various major events that followed, he had to rely on the Avengers to save the world. He wouldn't have to deal with those enemies by himself, and he would not fight with the lizardmen and the Red Hulk. fist.

At most, for the safety of his own life, he can provide a little help, so he has to keep in touch with these superheroes, so that he can be a fresh and refined ... shit stick in future events.

　What the hell! ! !

Thank you "Yi Anfei" for the reward of 5 starting coins! ! ! !
Thanks! ! !

I have seen other people's rewards! !thank you all! !

　
(End of this chapter)