American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

“What's the purpose?” The well-informed Inna wasn't too surprised.

“Don't worry about its purpose. It's not our enemy for now,” Luke reassured her.

“As long as you know what you're doing.” Inna was relieved to hear that things were still under Luke's and her control, and her anger subsided. Knowing Luke as she did, she guessed that he might be planning to use this incident for some purpose, but since Luke didn't say, she wouldn't ask. Because she understood very well that sometimes such silence wasn't a matter of distrust, but a form of protection.

When Luke thought it was okay to tell her, she would naturally know everything. Since Luke wasn't saying anything now, she wouldn't make things difficult for him.

The premise was that things were not out of control and were under Luke's control. If things got out of control, then it would be something they needed to face together.

Watching Inna, who was decisive and left to go back to the company to handle affairs after getting the answer, Luke, who had rested enough, resumed modifying his prototype. Although he had Snoek's security team, he still needed to have the necessary safety measures he could prepare. He couldn't become Superman for the time being, so the best method was naturally to learn from Tony Stark and build himself an iron box.

As for the prying eyes and attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Luke didn't take it to heart. He knew five years ago that he couldn't just lie low. Even if he tried to minimize his exposure, it was useless. He was well aware that with his current growth rate, entering a certain circle and being watched and targeted by some people or organizations was inevitable. There was no escaping it!

Unless he abandoned his golden finger and stopped leveling up, betting that he would be incredibly lucky in future disasters and always escape death.

But passivity was not Luke's choice.

The idea of hiding from the beginning, leveling up to the max, and then coming out to amaze everyone was just a beautiful wishful thinking from the start. You can only face challenges one by one, overcome them one by one, and extract enough benefits and building blocks for growth from them. This kind of success is the most solid.

Since he had decided to contact those people and touch those items, he would eventually have to get in touch with the organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. Instead of suddenly jumping out with various technologies and scaring Nick Fury, making him extremely vigilant and regarding you as some kind of conspirator, it would be better to reveal some information to the other party from the beginning, letting them think they have enough information under control.

Anyway, it's just some information that isn't extremely confidential, and it doesn't matter if it's revealed since it doesn't involve the final trump card.

For the time being, Luke had no intention of competing with Nick Fury, the head of S.H.I.E.L.D. who was full of suspicion. As long as the other party had no malice, he would naturally be happy to enjoy some of the conveniences provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. He didn't want anything else now, just to develop quietly.

……

Malibu Villa.

Tony Stark was step by step re-conceiving his Mark 2 armor. He needed to fine-tune and test every step, every program adjustment, and every mechanical energy output.

His underground laboratory in the villa had been messed up by his continuous experiments, and even Pepper Potts found it difficult to clean up.

“The output energy needs to be adjusted again, record it Jarvis.”

Tony Stark, who had just been sent flying by the energy and crashed into the padded floor, still wincing in pain, sat up and poked his head out from behind the workbench, speaking to his intelligent system, Jarvis.

This experiment could only be considered barely qualified when the energy output was fine enough for the robotic arm and his own arm to withstand it.

Then came the next one.

Complex, uninteresting, and boring, but Tony Stark was completely immersed in it.

Originally, he didn't want to go into battle himself and use himself as an experiment. In his original considerations, these tedious verification steps should be done by more professional people. For this reason, he also visited his friend James Rhodes, but Tony, who still had differences with his friend on arms affairs, didn't have time to express his request before his friend James Rhodes told him to go back and think about it first.

Their meeting that time ended on an unhappy note.

But these days, the feeling of personally experimenting and creating the works conceived in his brain bit by bit was not bad.

So he decided that everything would be done by himself. Before he succeeded, he didn't want to pay attention to anyone or care about anything. Including Obadiah Stane, whom he regarded as an elder, running over to complain to him that the board of directors wanted to drive Tony, the culprit of the company's stock crash, away, and asking Tony to give him something so that he could go back and help him speak and shut the mouths of others, Tony had no intention of dealing with it. He was now as if possessed, just thinking about making the Mark 2.

He still had a ball of fire burning hotter and hotter in his heart.

If he didn't vent this fire, he couldn't get over the threshold in his heart, and he didn't dare to recall Ethan's face, who had given his life so that he could escape smoothly.

……

Hebron Industrial Park.

Closed training ground.

A soldier wearing silver-gray steel armor flew directly into the air, twisted and turned in mid-air, and then crashed into the soft mud ground due to a brake failure. The soldier rolled over from the ground, sat up and shook his head, the face mask opened directly, revealing a relatively young face inside. Following that was Snoek's angry roar with a loudspeaker: “Control the energy output! Rak, you are the only one in Team B, only you can't perfectly control the flight of the armor!”

“This is too difficult, sir!” Rak was a little desperate.

“Who told you your synesthesia score was so bad! If you can reach the second stage, then controlling the energy output of the armor is as simple as controlling how much force you want to add to the fist you throw! Your synesthesia training today will be increased by one hour!” Snoek roared again.

“Sir, I don't think it's going to work. I suggest that the standard threshold for being selected for the mechanic team in the future should be at least the second stage of synesthesia.” A female soldier next to him rolled her eyes. Second stage of synesthesia meant that even remotely, after implanting a miniature receiver, she could control the armor like an arm and exert a certain amount of combat power. Next to her was a pink steel armor that was making the same contemptuous gestures as her. The armor was more slender and beautiful than the other steel armors around it. She loved her steel armor to death, and almost slept with it in her arms.

“Dini, I'm almost at the second stage of synesthesia!” Rak shouted loudly, then under Snoek's death stare, he put down the face mask, stood up, and began to release energy smoothly for flight again.