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Chapter 405 Cannon!

S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Operations Center
The agent sitting in front of the radar was really startled when he found ten aircraft falling from the sky abruptly. He punched the alarm button in front of him. However, the Aatis artillery, which should have turned quickly, did not react at all. nothing.

"Follow your mother, your own!" The eldest brother, who had gone out to fish, rushed into the room with a cappuccino in his hand, and slapped the reckless newcomer.

"That's an Atlas transport plane!" Big Brother turned off the blaring alarm, and collapsed on his chair.

"If there is an enemy coming, then the orbital defense fleet will be the first to fire. Those big guys are as earth-shattering as Xiaoshan!" The big brother finished his coffee, then sat on a chair, his tone full of envy.

"Then what, Captain!" Agent Xiaomeng took out a tuna sandwich from his pocket, and handed it over respectfully.

"Let me tell you the details. I have only been employed for three days, and I was still at SHIELD Academy when the aliens came here!"

"You are very good!" Big Brother nodded in satisfaction. They sat on duty for a whole day, staring at a dozen big screens. Who cares!
So the old employee started to talk about Peter. In fact, he didn’t know what happened in space at the time, but it was very clear that his own fleet was beaten miserably, so he roughly described the contribution of S.H.I.E.L.D. , and then started talking nonsense according to the novels I had read, talking tens of thousands of words in one breath, the old agent was already parched, and when he realized that the coffee in his cup had bottomed out, the old agent coughed, but the newcomer sitting opposite him was still With a look of yearning, he completely ignored his hint.

"Hmm!" The old agent coughed loudly, and Mengxin finally realized it, and hurried to refill the old agent's coffee.

"I wish I had known that I was going to participate in Atlas!" the newcomer muttered to himself.

"Don't think about it, people don't want to be an agent. If I were ten years younger, then I would definitely go to the selection of Atlas. Being an agent is not as fun as riding a battleship!" Hearing the complaints of the newcomers, the old agent couldn't help but smiled wryly With a word, the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. is quite good, with an iron rice bowl and high-standard benefits, but this kind of life certainly does not have the excitement of fighting the enemy face to face on the battlefield.

"In the future, when my son grows up, I will definitely let him work in Atlas!"

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Stark's automated factory quickly disassembled the Mark 100 into seven or eight parts of different sizes, and then sent it to the Raven's cabin by an unmanned flatbed trailer. After confirming that there were no omissions, the impatient Stark left first One step, followed the Raven to the test range of Atlas, while Fisher went to New York to have a meal slowly, and then went to talk to the other party after learning that the deputy director was also in New York. After the desk got wet, he twisted his buttocks and rushed to the testing ground. (Don't get me wrong, it's tea that knocks over the cup!)
And when he returned to the desert test site in the mountains of northern Iraq, the sweaty Stark was commanding a dozen construction machines to assemble his big baby.

"Did you install the cannon directly?" Fisher was a little surprised when he saw a black, thick and large cannon barrel on the left arm of the originally empty mecha. Is the other party really not afraid of death?

Although the military equipment manufactured by Atlas has always been known for its safety, precision and power, it is rare to install it directly without testing like Stark.

"I can fire remotely, I don't need to test the artillery first!" Stark's armor and Mark 100 have been connected to a long data cable, and after he completed the self-test in the armor, the Mark 100 started to move. up.

The giant mech with a height of ten floors raised its right leg amidst the hissing of its joints, and then took a step.

"Duang!" With the fall of the big foot, the surrounding ground trembled, and the anti-joint support leg structure well dispersed the weight of the mecha, and at the same time reduced the pressure on the ground.

"Take two steps! Take two more steps!" Fisher urged eagerly. Anyway, the place is big enough for this guy to have fun.

Stark took a few more steps after hearing the words, and the two big iron claws imitating duck flippers left footprints more than ten centimeters deep on the ground.

"Go like a tiger!"

"Go another thousand miles in a day!"

The urging Stark simply let the mecha trot at the maximum speed. After running around the shooting position for a dozen laps, Stark stopped.

"There is still a problem with the output. The maximum speed I designed should be able to reach about 45 kilometers, but it is only 38 now!"

"It should be a structural problem!" The technician who installed the mecha murmured for a long time, and finally came up with his own judgment, "The force driven by the electronic muscles of the legs is enough, but the movement is still not smooth enough, it may be the damper and the bearing. Where is the problem!"

"It makes sense!" Stark's eyes lit up, and he was about to dismantle the mecha and repair it on the spot, but was stopped by Fisher.

"It's okay to maneuver a little slower. At worst, you can design twelve drones to be transported by air, or install a propeller for each component. When it comes time to fight, you can quickly assemble it on the spot. Now try the firepower!"

"Then try two shots?"

"Two shots!"

Manipulating the mecha to the shooting position, after all the weapons were loaded, Stark sent a signal to Fisher.

Then four drones dragged the target drone and appeared in front of the mecha.

"Zizizi..." The first thing to fire was the 30mm Vulcan cannon located on the shoulder of the mecha. This is the summary that Stark got from SHIELD. The equipped Vulcan guns shot down several times the Chitauri gunboats with themselves, and no light armored unit could withstand the fatal blow of 30 guns.

With a flash of sparks, the target drones shattered, followed by missiles and the laser close-in defense system. Everything was working well. Even the laser close-in defense system shot by Stark can store energy and concentrate the attack. If there is an unknown enemy Get close easily, and what greets him is destruction.

"Stark, let's try the biggest thing again!" Fisher shouted with a flushed face as he watched the gunpowder smoke rising in the distance.

"Then you have to find a big enough target!" Stark, who was also excited about shooting, also roared back.

"There is a small hill 23 kilometers northwest! Look at the laser guidance beacon!"

"I see!"

"If you see it, hit it!"

(End of this chapter)