Infinite Metaverse

Fu Qinghai braved the rain and dust and returned to the large warehouse attached to the laboratory. The outer composite armor of the Blue Shell Power Armor has been repaired.

Fu Qinghai slowly sat down at the experimental table. The bright light of the screen hit Fu Qinghai's face. He operated the mouse and clicked on a project file, looking at the screen seriously.

The name of this project file is:

“‘Green Soul’ Artificial Intelligence Architecture Plan.vbp”

That's right, repairing the ceramic composite armor and creating special explosive bombs and firearm modifications are just the first step. Now this is the real update and iteration of the Blue Shell Power Armor.

In order to cope with the war situation in the Marvel comic universe, Fu Qinghai no longer intends to care about Warhammer 40K or Tzeentch or not.

If you have AI technology, use it, even if you code a simple AI first.

If it doesn't work, pull out the chip when you return to the Warhammer 40K universe. In short, deal with the current war first, and then talk about going back later.

Fu Qinghai pressed his fingers on the keyboard, thinking about where to start typing the first line of code about "Blue Soul".

Subconsciously, he scratched his face. The hot and moist breath that smelled of alcohol that Justin Hammer had exhaled just now seemed to still be lingering in his ears.

Justine Hammer believed that her status as the eldest daughter of a conglomerate did not appeal to Fu Qinghai, and she was right.

Not to mention Brother Astartes, for many senior reincarnators, the plutocratic princess or the daughter of a rich family may not be very attractive.

But Justin Hammer is not completely unattractive to Fu Qinghai.

What attracted Fu Qinghai to her was her other identity, one she didn't even know about, her future identity.

The Master of Evil and leader of the new Thunderbolts - Crimson Cloak.

Scientific research shows that the largest biological organ in the human body is the human brain, not anything else.

As a modern person who has been baptized by various sensory stimulations, ordinary visual and auditory experiences can no longer arouse general impulses, but the imagination is different. No matter what age, the sexiness created by the imagination will always be the sexiest. .

This is why the temptation of uniforms endures. Is it the clothes that people are obsessed with? No, it’s the role, identity, class, and status represented behind that outfit.

Nurse, teacher, white-collar worker, agent, animal ears, tail... I'm off track.

Although dad Justin Hammer is a skinny old man, he is also 1.83 meters tall. Justine Hammer, who is 1.77 meters tall, has a pair of straight, slender and toned legs, plump and straight breasts, and a sharp and deep face. She has the kind of beautiful body shape that can outline the muscles in a superhero tights. This It is her excellent external conditions.

But it was not enough to make Fu Qinghai obsessed. Although the swimsuit models in the video tape under the TV cabinet were not as good as Justine, they were not far behind.

Fu Qinghai always thought that this young and sexy American hottie would be the leader of a super villain gang in the future. A person who did not have strong fighting power, but could control a group of super villains at the palm of his hand, and also brought down many superheroes. An evil woman who plays tricks.

I felt a little bit excited.

Fu Qinghai shook his head slightly and said to himself, don't think about it. The artificial intelligence has not yet been written. Let's type out the code first.

After sorting out the messy thoughts and inspirations, I was ready to start typing code.

"Ding dong, the visitor has arrived, the face recognition result is: Justine Hammer."

"Um?"

Fu Qinghai made a confused sound and turned to look at another screen next to him. In the surveillance screen, the rain was still falling, and an embarrassed woman wearing a suspender skirt and wet hair was standing at the door of the large warehouse with a decadent look on her face.

Didn't I put you in Nathan Lemon's car? Why did you come here again?

Fu Qinghai was puzzled, but he still said:

"Open the door."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai stood up and walked towards the door.

The warehouse door slid open, and the sound of raindrops could be heard, in the dark street, in the wet rain curtain.

Justine Hammer's hair was messy and disheveled, her eyes were lowered and dull, one foot was bare on the cold metal floor, and she was holding high heels in one hand.

What happened to this woman tonight?

Fu Qinghai came over, frowned and asked:

"Justine, why did you..."

Before she finished speaking, Justine Hammer suddenly hugged Fu Qinghai, raised her arms and put them around Fu Qinghai's neck. She buried her head between the strong shoulders and neck. She took a deep sniff of the mixture. It smelled of engine oil, firing powder and metal powder.

Justine Hammer's eyes were blurred, her long eyelashes were trembling, her red lips were slightly opened, and she gasped and said in Fu Qinghai's ear:

"Give it to me, I want you..."

Justine's hands were groping randomly on Fu Qinghai's muscular shoulders and back, and her thighs were hanging on Fu Qinghai's waist. The dark red suspender skirt on her body was very thin, and Fu Qinghai was only wearing a pair of work clothes. He was wearing pants and a vest, and suddenly he felt a stretch of elastic and tender flesh wrapping around his body.

Ha, tut...

Fu Qinghai smiled helplessly, held up Justine's round buttocks with one hand, let her whole body hang on him, and walked to the corner of the large warehouse.

There was a simple camp bed.

Behind the scenes, on the computer on the desktop, the music player is still looping a melodious old Cantonese song:

"I don't want to go home on a cold rainy night. I hope you will know. But you know that my heart has changed from before..."

"Hmm...um...ha~".

"We only get along with each other in a far-fetched way..."

"Creak~Creak~Creak~" The camp bed was shaking.

"I don't want to go home on a cold rainy night. I'm afraid of looking at your back. I just look at the raindrops with a wry smile. I need to make it clear..."

…

The morning sun rose, turning the clouds red. The sun reflected on the sea was like a red light, reflecting on the buildings in the entire harbor area. Seagulls flew through the sky and made loud calls.

The early morning light filtered in through the glass windows on top of the warehouse.

Justine Hammer woke up from her cot.

She felt that her skin was close to the rough canvas fabric, and she looked blankly at the gray metal ground in front of her. Her eyes moved up the ground and saw a man sitting at the experimental table.

The light fluorescent light from the screen illuminated the side of his face. He was naked with his strong upper body, focusing entirely on the small codes that were constantly scrolling on the screen. He pressed his hands on the keyboard and tapped quickly with his fingers, so fast that afterimages appeared. .

What level of veteran programmer does this have to be?

"Um……"

Justine frowned and groaned. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt a tearing pain in her lower body, and she couldn't help but groan in pain.

"woke up?"

Fu Qinghai continued to concentrate on the code in front of him and asked without turning his head.

Justine found herself resting on a pillow made of a black vest and covered with a large bomber jacket.

"Justine, are your family Christians?"

Fu Qinghai asked while moving his fingers like flying.

Justine Hammer rubbed her head, which was dull and painful after being hungover, sat up from the cot, and replied:

"No, what's wrong?"

From Fu Qinghai’s profile, you can see the corners of his mouth raised:

"I can't remember the line in that old movie that says there are no virgins over the age of seventeen in the United States of America."

"Ah."

Justine Hammer sneered and said bitterly:

"First of all, Christians should not remain chaste before proposing."

"Secondly, I regret now that I gave my first time to such an indifferent man."

"despair!"

Fu Qinghai hit the last Enter key, sighed, stood up from the chair, walked towards Justine, and said:

"Women always like to judge a man's sincerity through some of their so-called 'details'. In fact, they are all far-fetched and self-righteous conjectures."

Fu Qinghai picked up Justine Hammer who was sitting on the camp bed and walked towards the warehouse door.

Justine Hammer huddled in his arms and sneered:

"Hmph, from the tone of your voice, you sound very experienced."

The warehouse door opened automatically. Princess Fu Qinghai hugged Justine and walked out of the warehouse. She walked towards the Hummer H2 parked on the roadside and said lightly:

"You are indeed very good at finding out whether details are true, but you will only see the details you want to see."

Fu Qinghai said as he opened the door of the back seat of the Hummer.

"If I hadn't injected you with ibuprofen and omeprazole while you were asleep, you would be even worse now."

Justine Hammer raised her arm and took a look. There was indeed a pinhole in the vein on the inside of her elbow.

Justine raised her head and said curiously:

"I know ibuprofen, what is omeprazole, is it an aphrodisiac?"

"Urgent..." Fu Qinghai staggered and almost threw the woman out of his arms.

He looked down at Justine in bewilderment and said with a strange expression:

"Omeprazole protects the gastric mucosa and is used to relieve hangovers. What are you thinking about?"

"Uh..." Justine's face turned red, she lowered her head and said:

"I just felt...well...last night."

"snort."

Fu Qinghai snorted proudly, put Justine Hammer on the back seat, and said:

"You will understand in the future how rare it is for a man like me who doesn't just care about his own pleasure."

Fu Qingguan closed the car door and walked towards the driver's seat.

The car started, Fu Qinghai turned the steering wheel and drove steadily towards the apartment building.

Justine Hammer lay lazily on the leather cushion in the back row, her long legs resting on the back of the seat next to Fu Qinghai's shoulders, her toes playfully tickling the side of Fu Qinghai's face, and asked:

"You talk very old-fashioned, how old are you this year?"

How old am I?

This is a really good question for an Astartes.

But unlike those real thousand-year veterans and ten-thousand-year veterans, Fu Qinghai is still just a recruit based on his service time.

So Fu Qinghai carefully counted on his fingers.

When I was undergoing transformation, Master Quinto said I was 17 years old...

"20 years old, what about you?"

"Hahaha……"

Justine Hammer was laughing her head off in the back seat.

"I am 22 years old, what qualifications do you have to teach me a lesson, little brother?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"Aren't you ashamed of being a 22-year-old spinster?"

Justine was so angry that she gritted her teeth and clamped Fu Qinghai's ears with her toes, twisting them hard.

Fu Qinghai raised his hand and took off Justine's foot, kissed the instep gently, put it down, and said:

"Be good, I'll be here soon."

Justine Hammer's heart trembled, and she was suddenly aroused. She put her two long legs together and retracted her seat.

Fu Qinghai turned into the underground garage of the apartment building, parked in a special parking space, got out of the car, and opened the rear door.

Justine Hammer hugged her knees and sat in the back seat, blinking at Fu Qinghai and said:

"I want you to hug me."

Fu Qinghai smiled, reached in, grabbed the back of Justin Hammer's neck, and pulled her out. After pulling her out of the car door, he lifted her up high, lifted her up in the air, and asked with a smile:

"Do you like it this way?"

Justine Hammer took off and kicked in anger.

Fu Qinghai quickly held this beauty as strong and vigorous as a leopard in his arms.

…

"Ding dong!"

When the elevator door opened, Fu Qinghai threw Justine, who was in his arms, on the sofa and said:

"I don't have women's clothes here. Call Hammer Industries and ask them to send them over."

"Um."

Justine Hammer hummed softly, picked up the landline microphone on the table next to the sofa, dialed a phone and gave a few instructions, then stepped on the ground with bare feet and picked up a pure white bathrobe. Entered the bathroom.

When Justine rubbed the towel in her hair, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, and came out of the bathroom covered in steam, she saw Fu Qinghai sitting on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, his eyes focused on the screen. His hands were crackling and his fingers were flying.

"What program are you writing?"

Justine Hammer threw herself behind Fu Qinghai and asked curiously.

"Does Jarvis know?"

Fu Qinghai said calmly without looking back.

"Jarvis? Is it Iron Man's smart butler program?"

"Smart butler..." Fu Qinghai couldn't help but laugh.

"This is why you will never be able to defeat Stark Industries. A 24/7 all-situation analysis and combat auxiliary artificial intelligence. Do you call it a 'smart housekeeper'?"

Justine Hammer put her arms around Fu Qinghai's neck, leaned over and asked:

"I don't know this information. Speaking of which, your technology seems to be closely related to Tony Stark?"

Fu Qinghai nodded and said:

"Yes, I am indeed closely related to him, but...he is not the Tony Stark in this universe."

This universe... Justine Hammer pondered these words.

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Thanks, Angels Are Not Human, Steel in the Sea of ​​Fog, Book Friends 2021*9169, Roger Otalifus, all the names that come to mind have been taken, thanks to several book friends for their rewards.

I’ll update a chapter first. I coded half of this chapter early yesterday morning. I’m a little busy today, with some relatives socializing. I’ll try to do another chapter later.

This is not just about flirting with girls. Crimson Cloak has a very important plan for the future, and there are foreshadowings ahead. Some book friends may have already guessed it.

Speaking of the Ten Thousand Years Astartes Veterans, apart from legendary antiques like Sigismund, the only established Thousand Years Veterans are the Death Guard Legion. However, I don’t think the Ten Thousand Years Veterans are that strong. Overall, they still can’t beat the Original Astartes. Forged Space Marine.