Chapter 189： hope

"Oh, escaping, how could those silly guys catch my ghost, Jason."

A thin man with red skin all walked out of the cab.

With a smile of excitement that couldn't be restrained, the cabin at the back was filled with all kinds of odd spacecraft accessories.

There is a small pocket in the parts pile, with a hint of lavender light.

Jason picked up the small pocket.

"This kind of high-energy battery can sell for at least 3000 yuan. There are 17 yuan here, a total of 51 thousand. It seems that I can change to a new set of equipment, and then I can go..."

Before he finished speaking, a metal can suddenly smashed over out of thin air.

It directly hit the back of his head.

'collapse'

With a crisp sound, the man fell straight down, still holding the flooded little bag in his hand.

The hatch of the small spaceship was forcibly opened, and a young man wearing a black metal wire suit walked in excitedly from the void.

Seeing everything in front of him, Leo's eyes were filled with excitement, excitement, and a hint of relaxation.

With a wave of his small hand, the metal can quickly softened and turned into a slender wire to firmly entangle the person on the side.

His hands, feet, body, and even a wire mask was buttoned on his face.

Gently press with your finger.

The metal wire on his body directly extended a part of it, firmly locking the person on the floor.

Leo's remaining sanity did not let him madly destroy the spaceship.

But looking at everything around him, Leo finally had some hope in his desperate eyes.

Come to the driver's seat.

The small spacecraft quickly rushed to the original small meteorite.

The meteorite automatically wrapped the spacecraft and placed it in the center of the meteorite.

And the whole meteorite quickly recovered into a potato shape, and stopped moving in place.

Leo sank his eyelids, sat in the driver's seat, and fell asleep deeply.

In this cabin, many equipment are shining faintly, and these are the rays of hope.

...

"Ah! Ah!..."

Malibu Villa, in the basement.

Tony was holding a shooting gun at his left arm, and at the same time, he screamed unconsciously with each shot.

"Please give me a few hours to calibrate..."

"no!"

Tony resolutely refused Jarvis' request, and at the same time, he also implanted the last micro repeater in his arm.

Wipe off those blood beads on the arm.

Several micro positioning devices are implanted on both arms.

"You have the final say, you probably don't want to listen to the safety briefing later." Jarvis continued.

"Yes."

Tony got a little excited.

"Okay, come on."

I stood up and looked at the one-armed robot that was sweeping the floor not far away, "Dia, Dida, go to the corner and stop, do you know what you did?"

"There is blood on the mat, clean it up."

Tony usually likes to play with little ones, although this little guy did a big favor to himself.

With that, he walked over to the equipment station.

"Sir, to remind you, you have not slept for 72 hours." Jarvis reminded intimately.

But Tony stood on the equipment stand as if he hadn't heard.

Looking at Mark One standing on the edge of the wall to Mark Seven.

Said loudly to them solemnly.

"Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the delivery room. I want to introduce you to your newly born bad embryo."

Turn around and aim at the camera.

"Mark 42, automatic combination test, start the test program."

Tony also raised his hands slightly nervously, and the parts of the armor scattered on the table beside him gave out bursts of light.

"Jarvis, put down the stylus."

The old-fashioned record player on the side played a merry Christmas song.

Tony also couldn't help but swayed to the music to cheer up his 72-hour sleepless mental state.

Looking expectantly at the pile of parts on the table, he stretched his left hand over, clenched his right hand and raised it.

But nothing happened.

I tried it two more times, and there was still no movement in the armor on the table.

"hateful."

Tony patted his arm and tried again.

A part on the table ejected flames and flew toward the left hand.

When it hit it, it quickly became a hand part, completely covering the entire forearm.

At the same time, the shoulder armor of the left arm and the battle armor on the arm were all attached, quickly deformed, merged, and tightly fitted together.

Immediately afterwards, the right palm stretched out, and several parts on the table began to fly over, fitting on the right palm and right arm.

Seeing everything went well, Tony's face also showed a cheerful smile.

"Okay, come all together."

All the parts on the table sprayed out blue fireworks one after another, flying over from various angles.

The first part is the right leg part, which is slightly crooked, but with the active cooperation of Tony, it is successfully installed.

The mask flew over strongly, but Tony used his arm to block it, hitting it to the side, and directly stuck in the display glass cabinet on the side. UU reading

"It's too fast, slow it down a little...a little bit."

He squatted and avoided a swift armor part, and said quickly.

Several parts quickly attached, and directly pushed Tony out, but flames appeared from his hands and feet, stabilizing his figure.

"Jarvis, can you slow down?"

Tony flew back to the experimental armored platform.

The rest of the components are attached slightly, chest, back, shoulders and elbows, waist.

He dodged the visor that rushed from behind and hit the record player.

Then he got up again, facing Tony.

Tony, who had already put on most of the armor, was also watching this piece of visor in front of him.

"Come on, I am not afraid of you."

The visor flew over and turned around, but at the same time it turned upside down.

Tony flipped slightly and caught the visor perfectly.

The virtual status bar appeared in front of Tony.

Tony in the armor seemed to be refreshed for an instant, "I am the best."

But there was another part of the back waist that bumped from behind.

Tony was knocked out, and the entire golden red Mark 42 armor was also directly broken up.

Tony was bumped to the ground in pain, and sat up uncomfortably from the ground.

"Sir, you have always enjoyed your work."

Jarvis's voice rang throughout the studio.

And Tony, who took off the mask, with a bloodshot at the corner of his mouth, sat on the ground with horror in his eyes, looking at the armor scattered around him.

It seemed that the soul that had just been refreshed also dissipated as the battle armor was scattered, leaving only one who was extremely frightened and had to face reality, Tony Stark.