Infinite Metaverse

[Welcome to the main world of reincarnation, Marvel Comics Universe (Earth-36 Universe) - SSS level]

[You have obtained a new identity, automatically loaded skills: English proficiency]

[The faction has been randomly selected for you—the plot line of the Hydra camp]

A series of cold voices sounded in his mind, and Fu Qinghai slowly opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a small cement-gray room, and I was sitting on the lower bunk of an iron bunk bed.

Fu Qinghai looked down and saw that he was wearing loose and bulky orange short sleeves and trousers, and a pair of dirty cloth shoes under his feet.

Turning his head to look at the door of the small room, it was a cast iron door welded with rivets, and there were small iron windows that could be pushed and pulled.

Fu Qinghai felt the smell coming.

Am I in jail?

At this time, a memory appeared in Fu Qinghai's mind out of thin air:

My name is Quentin Fu. I used to be a volunteer for a CIA biochemical transformation project experiment. After the operation was successful, the project was cut off by the superior, the project team was disbanded, and all files were deleted, including his own identity file. So Quentin Fu became a black household in the United States who could not get social security. His status was equivalent to that of an illegal immigrant. He could not find a job and was forced to live on the streets. He made a living by stealing, robbery and occasionally dealing in drugs.

He was imprisoned for the crime of gathering a crowd to fight, and some time ago he broke his inmate's legs, so he was locked up in this confinement room.

Put me in jail as soon as I came to the new world? What the hell is unfolding.

Fu Qinghai's cheeks hurt, and he called up the attribute panel to see that his height and weight had hardly changed, and he was still a standard Astarte.

And there is an extra column [Ability: Force (Jedi Apprentice)]

(PS: I missed this sentence in the last chapter and added it. Here I will say it again for the fast-paced book friends)

But, the point is, what about the items I assimilated?

Wagang sword broken heart? Underworld Scarab? Hall Kemp's Servo Skull? And that little pistol from the Tomb Technician's lab—the Pym ray pistol?

Fu Qinghai searched the entire confinement room, lying under the bed to look for it, lifted the toilet lid to check, and knocked on the wall to make sure it was solid, but there was none.

Fu Qinghai touched his neck, and Fei Yi's necklace was gone.

What's the meaning? Lord God, give me an explanation? Fu Qinghai said silently in his heart.

The cold voice ignored him.

At this time, with a "crash", the small window of the cast iron door was pushed open, a stainless steel dinner plate was placed on it, and a voice sounded outside the door:

"Quentin, it's time for dinner, stop fighting, be sensible, and your confinement will end at three o'clock in the afternoon."

After speaking, the footsteps went away.

Fu Qinghai got up and went to the iron gate. He took a look at the stainless steel dinner plate. On it was a piece of round bread, yellow crispy rice, two biscuits, and a small packet of peanut butter that looked like an instant noodle seasoning packet.

Fu Qinghai picked up the plate, sat on the bed, and ate silently.

The taste was very bad, but Fu Qinghai didn't have the mood to complain at the moment.

In the attribute panel, Fu Qinghai's body data was slightly reduced, and he was hardly suppressed by the world view.

What Chen Xue said is correct. In the equally inclusive and grand SSS-level universe, the suppression of the technology side's ability by the world view is indeed very small.

If he wants to escape from prison, he can kick open the iron door of the confinement room now.

But he hasn't decided whether to escape from prison yet, Fu Qinghai plans to find out the situation first.

This place is different from the dungeon world of the previous summoning universe. Lu Sifan said that the dungeon world is just an infinite loop world formed by intercepting the main world for a certain period of time, and it will end soon. Fu Qinghai can do whatever he wants, but This is the serious main universe, and the plot line mission should be very long. Before he figured out the situation, Fu Qinghai didn't want to casually turn himself into an escaped prisoner, causing inconvenience for his subsequent actions.

What kind of universe is the Earth-36 universe? I don't understand, there are too many parallel universes in Marvel, maybe even Marvel's own screenwriters can't count.

My memory reminds me that it is now 2013, and the world of reincarnation gave a random plot line to the Hydra camp. Well, this is the first time that Fu Qinghai was randomly assigned to the villain’s plot line camp. This time it’s a bit difficult, at least I can’t think about it anymore Lying won.

And Fu Qinghai thought back to the Warhammer 40K universe, those reincarnations who followed the Word Bearers on board, those reincarnations who played psionic rebellion in the hive capital, what happened...the reincarnations who have not met the opposing camp When it comes to PK, I have already been overwhelmed by the evil villains.

I don't know if Hydra's salary is good, whether it includes five social insurances and one housing fund, whether it can solve the establishment? What is Red Skull's attitude towards its subordinates? Has Dr. Zola been installed in the computer now, is he easy to get along with this hating intelligence?

But I'm a white scar... Fu Qinghai thought to himself, if I belonged to the Alpha Legion, then joining Hydra would be a logical and professional counterpart, and I wouldn't even need to change the logo of the Legion.

The symbol of the Alpha of the 20th Legion is Hydra. They also like to engage in secret operations and espionage operations. The slogan "Everyone is an Alpha" coincides with the Red Skull's idea of ​​infiltrating SHIELD. The Terminator armor unit is called the Hydra Terminator.

After eating, Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, closed his eyes and began to meditate. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of unlocking was heard, and the cast iron prison door was opened on time.

A prison guard in a black short-sleeved shirt, holding a baton in one hand, waved to Fu Qinghai and said:

"Come out, big man."

Fu Qinghai stood up, walked out of the iron gate with his head down, and followed the prison guard in the corridor.

On both sides of the corridor are fences like iron pillars, inside which are all kinds of ruffian-looking men.

They boredly looked at everyone who passed the corridor, their eyes swept over Fu Qinghai, and one of them smiled and said:

"Yo, look who this is? Chinese Yao is here?"

Both the prison guards and Fu Qinghai ignored the prisoners on both sides and walked straight through the passage.

The prison guard did not take Fu Qinghai back to his own cell, but led him to a place similar to an activity room, where many prisoners were walking around, reading, playing table tennis, and chatting.

In the United States, prisons can be run privately. The style and positioning of each prison company in each federal state are different. Fu Qinghai looked at the relaxed atmosphere and felt that this place should only be positioned as a detention center.

That's right, after all, it's just a fight, and it's not going to be locked up in Alcatraz Prison in San Francisco.

After the prison guard threw Fu Qinghai here, he left by himself.

Fu Qinghai looked around the activity room and took a look at these various prisoners.

Thanks to his superhuman height, Fu Qinghai had a panoramic view of the entire activity room with a single scan.

In a corner of the activity room, a group of black prisoners surrounded a middle-aged white man with a big beard and hooked nose, and were listening attentively to what he was talking about.

The bearded man was of medium height, bald, and wore a pair of brown round sunglasses.

Huh?

Fu Qinghai blinked, feeling that this person looked familiar.

Hey, isn't this...isn't this the person in the movie "Iron Man 3" who pretended to be the Ten Rings and the Mandarin, and played the terrorist manifesto on TV in a loop, but was actually just a young actor who was kidnapped and used by the villains?

He's actually in this detention center too... Does that mean the plot of "Iron Man 3" is over now? Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and began to think.

At this time, a thin black man with dirty braids came to Fu Qinghai, looked up at Fu Qinghai, his thick lips grinned, showing two golden teeth, and said:

"Yo man, are you new here? You are so tall and strong, you look like the No. 1 pick in the NBA draft, the Houston Rockets, the Great Wall of China, BIG YAO, you know?"

Maybe blacks look at yellow people the same way yellow people look at blacks. Everyone looks the same. Fu Qinghai didn't care about this prisoner who was licking his mouth and staring at his strong arms and neck. He pushed him away and said :

"Get out of the way, out of the way."

Fu Qinghai came to the edge of the corner, found a chair and sat down behind the circle of prisoners, and joined the ranks of listening to this bearded man talking about the mountains.

The bearded, bald man with sunglasses spoke eloquently:

"Oh, they locked me in a little room and made me step on the head of that man, the man in the suit, I don't even know who he is, the hair is covered in pomade, and he smells like perfume Well, it's as delicate as the CEO of a listed company, just like Wall Street, do you understand?"

A circle of black inmates nodded with their cheeks stuck in their cheeks, "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," as if they really understood.

"Then, I started my performance, oh, that was, the king's speech was nothing more than that, I was like Hamlet facing Claudius, I was like King George VI, I didn't know this until later A speech was taken by them to be played on a loop throughout the United States..."

Fu Qinghai sat on the outside and listened for a long time, just bragging and showing off, but he didn't get any useful information.

As said in the movie, this old guy is just a low-level drama actor, neither a Mandarin nor the mastermind behind the terrorist incident, otherwise he would not be locked up in this small detention center.

Fu Qinghai sat on a chair and cast his gaze to the other side of the activity room.

Over there, several prisoners also gathered together.

The leader is a thin, middle-aged white man with black hair intermingled with gray hair, combed back meticulously, fixed with pomade, black-rimmed glasses, and wrinkled face, but it can be seen that it is well maintained , thin lips pursed.

Although he was also wearing an orange prison uniform, as the drama actor said, his temperament and demeanor were as refined as the CEO of a listed company, Wall Street style.

He sat quietly in his seat, with a magazine spread out on the table, flipping through it casually.

Several male prisoners sat around him, like his bodyguards. When they heard the endless narration coming from the other side, they all showed disdainful sneers.

At this time, a prison guard in black uniform came to the middle-aged man with a small box of milk, put it on the table, bowed slightly, and said in a low voice:

"Mr. Hammer, the banana milk you asked for is not available in prison. This is chocolate milk. Do you think it's okay?"

The thin middle-aged man took the milk carton, waved his hand casually, dismissed the prison guard, and continued to flip through the magazine.

Although he sat quite far away, Fu Qinghai could still hear these words clearly.

Fu Qinghai stroked his chin with a playful expression on his face.

Mr. Hammer... The surname Hammer is not uncommon in the United States, but if it is Mr. Hammer in the Marvel universe...

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai got up decisively and walked towards the group on the other side of the activity room.

Before they approached, the male prisoners stared at Fu Qinghai with a somewhat unkind expression. Fu Qinghai ignored them, but looked at the middle-aged man who lowered his head and concentrated on reading the magazine, raised his voice, and asked:

"Mr. Justin Hammer?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Fu Qinghai in surprise, and asked:

"you know me?"

Sure enough, it was him.

Fu Qinghai nodded and said, "I have admired your name for a long time, but I never thought I would meet you here."

Justin Hammer, the chairman and CEO of Hammer Industries, is also a US defense contractor. He is the main competitor of Stark Industries in the fields of military industry, energy, materials, etc., and the lifelong enemy of Iron Man. Justin Hammer Although he has no superpowers, but he has money, he can constantly recruit super villains to engage in Iron Man, constantly trying to steal Tony Stark's research results, and has repeatedly succeeded.

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Colonel Rhodes' misfired "ex-wife" missile was developed by Hammer Industries.

Fu Qinghai recalled that when he entered the world of reincarnation for the first time, he forged his resume to apply for an intern at Stark Industries. There was a piece of project experience in it that was "deeply participated in the laser application research and development project of Hanmer Industries".

At that time, I was just talking nonsense, but I didn't expect to meet the real deity here again, which is really destined.

Justin Hammer in the Marvel Cinematic Universe is like a funny third-rate villain with few roles and about the same age as Tony Stark, but Justin Hammer in the comics is the super villain in the Iron Man series of comics One of them is that I don't know what type of Justin Hammer in this "Earth-36 universe" is.

Fu Qinghai had never seen Justin Hammer himself before, so he just called out to test it out.

Hearing what Fu Qinghai said, Justin Hammer twitched the corner of his mouth and said:

"So, you came to see my joke, didn't you?"

"No." Fu Qinghai waved his hands, "I'm just here with you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a male prisoner with a fierce face next to Justin Hammer:

"Shut up, big man, don't talk here, don't you see that Mr. Hammer is reading a book? If you want to climb a high branch, don't look at the occasion. Get out of here."

As he said that, the male prisoner was still playing with a metal fork in his hand. The fork head had been sharpened and shone coldly.

Fu Qinghai stopped, frowned slightly, and thought for a while.

Suddenly, he grabbed the man's hand holding the fork, and with a lift of his arm, he pulled him up from the seat.

The male prisoner was shocked and tried to break free, but his hands remained motionless as if they were clamped by hydraulic iron clamps. He hurriedly swung his other hand to beat Fu Qinghai's arm, but it was as if he had hit Fu Qinghai's arm. , Fu Qinghai didn't move.

"Crack..." There was a sound of bones cracking, and Fu Qinghai quietly looked at the male prisoner in front of him who was punching and kicking him, and gradually increased his hands.

The male prisoner's fingers and the fork in his palm began to twist and deform.

The male prisoner's face was flushed red, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he couldn't help crying out in pain.

Fu Qinghai suddenly let go of his hand.

"Ah..." The man with a fierce face quickly took two steps back, covered his hands, and sat back on the chair.

Several other male prisoners quickly supported him, and all looked at Fu Qinghai in horror.

Justin Hammer sat in his seat, watched the scene with cold eyes, looked up at Fu Qinghai's face, and asked:

"Who are you?"

Fu Qinghai stared into Justin Hammer's eyes, and said slowly:

"It doesn't matter who I am. Mr. Hammer, you shouldn't be bored to experience prison life when you come here, right?"

"I guess, you will be going out soon, and before you go out, I have a present for you."

After finishing speaking, Fu Qinghai gave Justin Hammer a meaningful look, then turned and left.

Gift? Looking at the back of Fu Qinghai's departure, several people including Justin Hammer looked confused.

Punish Justin Hammer's men a little to get his attention, so he doesn't think of himself as a nobody, but don't go too far, if you alarm the prison guards and put yourself in the brig, it's not necessary up.

Fu Qinghai thought about all this, and walked to the family visiting room.

Fu Qinghai patted the glass on the counter, and said to a fat female police officer who was munching hot dogs inside:

"Give me a pen and some paper, and I'll write."

The fat female police officer turned her head to look at Fu Qinghai, as if she recognized this tall Chinese man who was unusually tall, and said strangely:

"You're going out in a few weeks, what letter are you going to write?"

Fu Qinghai tapped the table impatiently with his fingers, and said:

"Don't worry about it, just give me paper and pen. This is my legal right. Do you want me to call a lawyer?"

The fat female police officer probably felt that one thing more is worse than one thing less, so she pushed a pencil and some A4 papers to Fu Qinghai through the small glass window.

Fu Qinghai picked up the pen and paper, walked to the other side of the table and sat down, conceived in his mind, picked up the pen, and wrote the first sentence on the white paper:

"The formula and manufacturing principle of plastic steel."

Plastic steel, a relatively common and common alloy material in the Warhammer 40K universe human empire, plastic steel not only has the characteristics of plastic, but also has the tensile strength of steel alloy.

The material was developed during the Dark Ages and has long been used by the Imperium of Man to produce many types of personal infantry armor, as well as a building material for certain forts and fortresses. At the same time, plastic steel will also be combined with ceramic steel to make Terminator armor.

In the human empire, plastic steel can't be said to be a bad street, at least it is not a sophisticated material technology, but if it is used in the Marvel Comics Universe in 2013, it will far exceed the vast majority of the earth at this time. Part of the special steel.

As an Astartes technical sergeant, Fu Qinghai is naturally familiar with the basic military materials science and technology of the human empire, such as pottery steel, plastic steel, and chalk.

Fu Qinghai lay down on the table with his head down, writing like flying, clearly writing the proportions and proportions of various materials, as well as the production process, combined with Tony Stark's electronic soul backup in his mind for the current stage of the earth. The cognition of the industrial manufacturing level has been transformed into the manufacturing process of the earth. Of course, it is a laboratory manufacturing process, not a large-scale industrial manufacturing process. It is also clearly written, and even the schematic diagram of the alloy crystal structure is drawn.

Fu Qinghai filled both sides of the five-page paper with tiny characters, shook the graphite debris on it, got up, and returned the pencil to the fat female police officer, but instead of handing over the "letter" in her hand, he held The freshly baked plastic-steel formula sheet went to the activity room.

Justin Hammer and a few of his subordinates were still sitting there. Seeing this tall man go back and forth, several of his subordinates were a little apprehensive, and they didn't know whether to stop him or not.

Fu Qinghai ignored these minions, and "slapped" five sheets of A4 paper on the table.

Fu Qinghai looked at Justin Hammer with a confused face, smiled, turned around without speaking, left the activity room and returned to his cell.

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Thanks, Guilongdao, Fennel, Invading Like Fire, Like Thunder, Heart of the Scorching Sun, and several book friends for their rewards.

The title of the chapter is an easter egg about Marvel, and it is estimated that many people have never seen it.

The word "plasteel" is actually a portmanteau of the words "plastic" and "steel", and is most famously used in sand dunes. However, the concept may have been pioneered by science fiction writer Harlan Ellison in 1956.

"Dune" and "Starship Troopers" are the main sources of inspiration for Warhammer 40,000.

There are more secondary things, and a pop culture can find a corresponding place in Warhammer 40,000.