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Chapter 68 Interaction Technology

"Harry!!" Tony yelled.

Ang Lee looked back at Tony, who was a little out of control, and it was also a little strange.

"What's wrong with this guy, isn't he always calm, but today he suddenly became emotional." Li Anxin said.

"Don't worry, I know where they went."

Li An looked to the southwest, the red light in his eyes flourished, and a ray of laser light as thick as a finger spewed out.

The laser light illuminated the cheeks of Tony, who was about to continue asking questions, flushed red.
In just an instant, the heat ray covered a distance of hundreds of meters, directly piercing through the body of one of them, and cutting open the iron chain on Mark 41 by the way.

The two desperate soldiers thought it was Li An who was chasing them, so they threw Harry into the snow in fright, and ran straight to the base without picking up the steel suit.

A few minutes later, Ang Lee brought Tony to Harry, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Tony didn't even look at his precious battle suit immediately, but helped Harry up and kept checking Harry's injuries.

"Harry! Is there something wrong with your body?"

Harry is also strong, he was almost 'abducted', he didn't cry or make trouble, "I'm fine, Mr. Stark"

"It's fine!"

Ang Li looked at the powerless machine on the ground and asked, "Did you use the nuclear battery on the battle suit?"

Tony hugged Harry without turning his head and said:

"The space of the suit is very limited, and my time is also very limited. I have optimized the structure of the battery, and I planned to embed it in two days.

It turned out to be something like this, but I stored the battery in a splint space in the suit.It was an unintentional move at first, but I didn't expect it to be of great help to me now. "

Li An quickly dragged the suit back to the warehouse. It is none of his business how Tony repairs or modifies it.

Outside the house, Li An closed his eyes and sat upright, standing in the wind and snow, in a posture similar to that of an ascetic monk sitting down and meditating.

This posture is definitely not for pretending to be 13.
It's because Ang Lee seems to have established some kind of connection with the fleeing desperate soldiers through the super-hearing 'lock' just now, and he can know their approximate location now.

And the trajectory and speed of its movement changes.

After about two hours, they slowed down and started circling in one place.

"It seems that you have arrived."

The sky is bright.

Somewhere in Tennessee, underground of a luxurious manor.

Black flags with ten rings engraved on them are planted everywhere.

One room was set up as a special effects room, full of green screen backdrops, and housed some of the world's top film and sound engineers who have recently disappeared.

These top film crews, with sweat on their foreheads, are doing today's work with [-]% concentration.

An old man wearing a gray and white robe, with coiled hair, gray temples, and a serious face slowly sat on the throne in front of the green screen.

He didn't rush to speak, but leaned on the throne in a relaxed posture.

The upper body is slightly leaned back, and the head is naturally raised.

Face the person with nostrils, and at the same time turn sideways and raise Erlang's legs.

There was a sense of contempt in every move.

Suddenly, he opened his half-closed eyes, and his yellow-brown pupils were fixed on the camera that was almost close to his face.

"We are unstoppable!"

The voice was so loud that the cameraman almost couldn't hold the camera steady.

After saying this, the old man clasped his hands together, revealing ten rings of different shapes.

"Beautiful Jianzhong Heguo, your iron man has already lost, that rebellious playboy, he and his villa by the sea were buried under our gunfire!"

After all, he clenched his fist and looked very imposing.

"Listen! Anyone who wants to fight against us will never end well!"

The old man waved his hand, his long sleeves swung out, and he reached out and tapped on the screen.

"Three days later, I will broadcast live, let you see how I will judge and deal with. Tony Stark, a guy who thinks he is a hero!"

The recording time is not long.

But the recording personnel present were all sweating on their foreheads, and I'm afraid there were no mistakes.

Here, sloppiness means death!

The elites in their industry signed some strange agreements, and the other party coerced and lured them.

Forced to board the thief ship of this group of 'terrorists'.

Killian was in the control room beside him, staring at the first version of the recording.

A handsome young man was typing on the keyboard in front of him with a straight face, and he was processing the voice and some details of the character in front of the green screen.

"clap clap"

The keyboard typing speed is extremely fast, and he uses the keyboard, mouse and equipment to modify and drag the screen from time to time.

It wasn't the first time that Killian had seen this guy's abilities, so it was no surprise.

But if other people saw this scene for the first time, they might mistakenly think that the guy in front of him was messing around on the keyboard.

"Phew it's done."

In just two or three minutes, the young man finished processing the video in front of him.

Added a lot of war background images, added various music reverbs, and the domineering performances of adult actors in the video, making the whole video look full of momentum.

In such a short time, such a late effect was made.

Looking at the whole world, this kind of ability is probably unique.

"Quentin, your technique is really amazing."

Killian praised.

Quentin shook his head and said, "It's nothing. If our team succeeds in researching the 'virtual reality interactive technology', we can directly create a picture of a 'Mandarin' speech out of thin air."

"In that case, you don't need to go to such trouble to make a background setting for the 'Mandarin', and you can directly create many virtual 'Mandarin'.

And I can guarantee that this technology can replicate 99% of the details of reality. Every time you live broadcast in the future, you can directly perform live virtual restoration.

In this way, the line of sight of Berry Country can be disturbed, making it impossible for them to lock the source of the signal, and it is also impossible for them to determine our location through video. "

Killian smiled, pulled a check from the side, wrote 200 million directly, and handed it to Quentin.

"You've already paid." Quentin looked a little flattered.

Killian smiled, "One yard is one yard, this is the bonus for your hard work during this period of time."

Quentin looked at the check, and after a little hesitation, he still took it.

"I'm very interested in your virtual interaction technology, and it may be of some help to my research on the Extremis virus.

I can even vaguely feel that this technology may open up new ideas for future warfare. "

Killian looked at Quentin and said earnestly: "You are a talent, I am a person who cherishes talents, and you also hate Tony Stark, this is fate, God arranged for us to meet!"

Quentin smiled and nodded frantically, the excitement in his eyes and his desire for the future were undisguised.

Killian: "After finishing this work, I will pay you 1000 million US dollars, and as long as your virtual interaction technology can be used in practice. You can move around freely inside and outside the base, and I will not restrict you!"

Quentin was even more excited when he heard this.

Seeing the other party in such a state, Killian also nodded, and then left the special effects control room a little happily.

After Killian left, Quentin looked back and said in his heart:

"Once the technology is handed over to you, I guess there is no value in living."

"And I'm not here to be your dog's leg, but to borrow your funds to improve my virtual interaction technology."

Quentin always looks harmless to humans and animals. The base is full of vicious terrorists, but no one hates Quentin. On the contrary, everyone has a good impression of him.

He asks for much, and seeks far.

Killian is just a springboard.
But what he doesn't know is that his future boss will soon be here, applying his skills in unexpected fields.

　Thanks to the brothers and sisters who have read this far, I am too tired today, I can't help but go to sleep first, and I will thank the monthly tickets and the rewarding bosses one by one tomorrow.

　　good night, everyone
　　
　
(End of this chapter)