Marvel's Reborn Mecha Empire

On the helicopter of the search and rescue team organized by Rody.

Ma Qi changed his clothes. Instead of a military uniform, he was now wearing a tactical vest. The tactical pockets for him were definitely not equipped with ammunition. He did not need to carry ammunition. He knew that the pockets of the tactical vest were filled with Pack food and emergency items.

He took a few sips of water from the water bottle handed over by Rody, and then nibbled on a large piece of chocolate that looked almost cloyingly sweet. He had run all the way from the infirmary before, even though his bones started to run. Despite the development of metal, his internal organs are still flesh and blood. Even if his bones are strengthened and he can run faster, the energy consumption will naturally be greater.

However, Ma Qi was still somewhat curious. It was obviously muscles that moved the bones. Why would the strengthening of his bones after metalization affect this aspect?

This strengthened his previous idea that he needed to find a place with sufficient conditions to conduct a self-examination on himself afterwards.

"Are you really sure the intelligence is accurate? Where will Tony be?" Roddy asked, shouting. The helicopter was very noisy, and they were all wearing communication headsets at this time.

"It should be true. We got a map beforehand. From my friend's place, although we didn't understand the specific signs, there was a place marked on it that was obviously different from other places. If there is a wave here as you said, The warlords hiding behind the scenes, I think that is probably their hidden hideout here." March said, "You want to save your friends, and I also want to save my friends, you see, we are not A fellow traveler?"

Rody smiled, yes, they are on the same team now.

"We need to make a plan," Roddy said as he spread out the map. A mountain valley area above was circled by March with a pen. This was the location he remembered was specially marked on Stupid Donkey's map. , “How much do you know about them?”

March frowned, Roddy's words reminded him.

"I don't recommend you fly there directly, they have weapons, heavy weapons, Stark brand." March replied loudly to Roddy.

"Tony's weapon? How could..." Roddy still lost confidence when he said this. He mentioned that he was also one of the victims of these leaked weapons. The injury to his leg is still hurting.

"If we go there rashly, once they have anti-air weapons, this helicopter is not a fighter jet and cannot make emergency evasive maneuvers. I don't think you want to stage a Black Hawk crash yourself, Roddy, right?" March said.

Rody nodded. He knew everything about the movie and the incident itself.

"Put me down after arriving at the outskirts of the area. I'll search for clues from the ground. You follow the usual search and rescue methods, but don't go too far. Give me some flares. I'll notify you of any clues I find here. Do you think that's okay? "Ma Qi put forward his idea. As an individual, what he said is indeed a bit arrogant. The specially formed team has been hovering in the sky for many days in the past ten days and has achieved nothing. You can do it with just two legs?

But Roddy knew the inside story. He didn't think it was out of line for someone with extraordinary abilities to say this. Moreover, he also knew that March was forced by people from that mysterious department. Once he was taken away by them, he would always be influenced by some movies. I feel that my thoughts will turn to all kinds of dark sides.

"Okay, I will make preparations here and contact us if I find anything." Roddy said, "Then what equipment do you need? You can pick whatever you want here, as long as it is to find Tony, I don't mind abusing it Give me authority."

"Really? Then I won't be polite." Ma Qi likes a generous person like Roddy. Although he is not a real rich man in terms of generosity to others, he is really handsome when you let me choose as much as you want.

At this time, there were only two people, Rody and Ma Qi, in the helicopter's troop transport compartment. Rody's previous call for the action team to assemble was naturally impossible to board the plane and set off within three to five minutes. His call was to Ma Qi, and Ma Qi. Qi Ze used the phone given to him by Rody to gain trust from the helicopter pilot. Strictly speaking, this flight was relatively illegal and had no prior record. Roddy acted privately with his own authority for the sole purpose of Help Madge avoid the pursuit of two god-level agents who come back again and again.

"But you run really fast. You actually ran a five-minute road at the standard running speed of an average soldier in two minutes and twenty-nine seconds. Is your body comparable to Captain America?" Rody asked with some envy, the man Who doesn't crave power?

"Captain America?" Madge smiled. If he understood correctly, the one who is so eye-catching definitely does not rely on strength. "I can't compare to him now, but in the future, Captain America will not be stronger than me in terms of strength. But you should know that that person’s strength is not based on muscles, but on here and here.”

Ma Qi nodded with his fingers and patted his chest again.

The combination of strength, wisdom, and soul is what makes Captain America stand out. Otherwise, the super soldier plan would only add a second Red Skull to the world.

"You know it very well." Roddy smiled, "Well, would you mind sharing how you obtained your superpowers?"

Ma Qi was not surprised that Roddy would bring up this issue. If he didn't bring it up, he would have to worry about whether this guy had other agendas. There are not so many twists and turns between men, and it is best to speak directly.

"You can understand it as ancestral and non-replicable, and this feeling is not good." March did not hide it, "For example, if I feel that if it is not controlled and corrected, I may really have to deal with the human species in the future. Say goodbye."

Rody touched his chin, looked at Madge for a few seconds and then uttered a sentence.

"So you're really going to become a Terminator? T-1000?"

Ma Qi was speechless, why did he come back again? He is really not a Terminator. Even if there are some problems with this path now, his future form has nothing to do with the Terminator.

"Yes, yes, I am from the future, the T-1000 robot March. Skynet was stopped by Stark. I came back to kill him. At this moment, the T-800 robot Ethan is protecting he."

Broken jar, broken jar, March chose to take over this joke.

The two of them were silent for a while, then laughed awkwardly and stopped this joke. It would be boring if it was played too much.

The US military equipment on the plane was damaged, and March did not avoid Roddy. After all, this man had helped him from being knocked unconscious to escaping from SHIELD pursuit, and he had also saved his life. Their friendship was definitely extraordinary. friends.

There is no need for him to be secretive when facing his friends.

The previously fused shotgun and grenade launcher parts subconsciously used their materials to strengthen the bones for self-protection. Once the bones are used, they cannot be taken back. At this time, Ma Qi cannot change the weapons to fight. of.

And these things Roddy provided for free are undoubtedly what he needs.

By the way, to complain, March obviously prefers open weapons with higher versatility than his own products that are extremely autistic and unique.

The carbine and its romantic 03 rifle with a grenade launcher under the rifle, as well as the 26 external shotgun first used by the Afghan garrison, all made March's eyes shine.

The excellent comprehensive performance of the carbine allows it to combine the duties of a submachine gun and a rifle to a certain extent, and these two under-mounted accessories are naturally the first weapons that allow March to master grenades and shotguns at the same time.

The sticky, mercury-like symbiote oozed out, and with Roddy's (0-0!) expression, March took over his new weapon.

Or a product that is open and non-autistic is more to his taste, with rich accessories and a full ammunition tube.

Roddy: "oh!! god!"

What he saw was that the carbine in March's hand melted and was absorbed into his body. This was just the beginning. He saw March reaching for the next one like a hungry ghost.

The same mistake was made with the second carbine.

"Uh, are you full?" This is the first time Roddy has seen such a ridiculous thing. Fortunately, he has watched a lot of movies and seen some weird things with Tony Stark. He has such a strong endurance. Still much better than the average person.

"Actually, I only ate two servings of staple food, the dry kind, without any side dishes or drinks." Ma Qi said, looking at Roddy, who had a twisted look on his face and was about to become a god. Then what he saw was Roddy taking a bottle of gun maintenance oil from the side.

"Here, drink." Rody stretched out his hand and said.

"..." Ma Qi was impressed by Roddy's budding ability to make complaints about associations, and quickly explained: "This is not the drink I am talking about. I am a human being. Generally speaking, I am still a carbon-based creature and I don't drink engine oil."

Rodino realized something, were they carbon-based organisms? . .

"So you and the Transformers are not related?"

Will Terminator be followed by Transformers? ! I have to say that you are stronger now.

After Ma Qi devoured and fused the two rifles, he picked up two 26-hung shotguns from the ground and held them in his hands, one on the left and one on the right. Covered in liquid metal, he devoured and fused them into his body without much effort.

"So are you full now?" Roddy asked, "Also, can you produce unlimited bullets in your body? As long as you have a gun? Doesn't this violate the rules of reality? Is there some kind of time and space transmission device in your body? Or can you turn this weapon into a biubiubiu beam weapon?"

Roddy's rants were at full capacity, allowing March to fully appreciate what kind of rough nerves an ordinary person's imagination can bring to him.

Roddy was a little scared at first, but as he gradually got into the mood with his complaints, he finally got used to Ma Qi, a guy who eats iron and eats steel.

"Of course it's impossible. I can shoot bullets with a rifle. It's God's business to create things out of thin air. I still abide by the rules." March said.

Stretching out a hand, liquid metal surged on the arm. It was Madge adjusting the rifle and underslung shotgun he had just taken over.

In terms of control strength, directly turning part of the body into a weapon is the best result. This method is very familiar to him to a certain extent, but personally he does not like this method of having the highest control over weapons. way, because in this way, as his proficiency increases, he will behave more like a robot than an ordinary living person.

He doesn't want that, he wants to be a good person in this life.

But March is also a greedy guy, and he doesn't want to give up that powerful control method that can directly connect to the nervous mind.

So he made a middle-of-the-road decision between taking the weapon out completely and using this option.

Part of the weapon structure is taken out, and part is transformed by the body.

Between turning into a weapon and taking out a weapon, he chose the weird option of growing a weapon. It was awkward, but for March, this was what he wanted.

The shape of the liquid metal on the arm gradually stabilized. In Rody's surprised eyes, what he saw was an exoskeleton glove-like device growing on March's forearm?

"What are you causing a fuss about?" Roddy asked, watching Madge inspecting his arm and making subtle adjustments.

"Carbines and 26mm shotguns." March extended his arm in a friendly manner, asking Rody to take a closer look.

Roddy's expression was very exciting. He indeed watched Madge eat those things with his own eyes, but the things that came out of your body again were not the same as before.

The palm of March's hand seemed to be wearing a four-ring tiger finger. Based on his experience in the weapons development and experiment department, Rody believed that this should be equivalent to a trigger.

The middle finger side of the index finger is the rifle, and the little finger side of the ring finger is the shotgun. The inside of the arm is the magazine, and the outside is the equivalent. . . He couldn't tell what it was equivalent to. It couldn't be a crosshair anyway, because he didn't see a similar structure.

"?26?" Rody spread his hands and looked at March like a god, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to believe that you used those two things to become like this."

March also transformed into this fighting form on his other free arm. After adjusting the last bit, this was already the most comfortable look for him.

"Don't be surprised. The weapons I fused only provided me with an expansion model and the materials needed to form them. Remember the shrapnel that disappeared in my body? They disappeared just like the previously fused weapons in my body. Yes, that's right. As for strengthening the bones I told you before, if they are absorbed by the bones, they will really disappear. The weapons you provided allowed me to change back..." March stopped here, "I really don't want to say it. I am a Terminator, but I can’t find the right words to describe it.”

"War machine." Roddy thought of an explanation for him, "If you had no upper limit, wouldn't you be able to equip yourself with heavy firepower? Then wouldn't you be a mobile arsenal? I like to call something like this a war machine. ,very suitable."

"Um... Actually, what I hate is being called like a robot." March showed off, "But what you said is wrong. I have an upper limit, and I can't make myself as exaggerated as a mobile arsenal."

Rody nodded, this is only reasonable.

Then what he saw was March picking up two more 03 grenade launchers.

What about the upper limit? The upper limit of your ability!

What about integrity? What is the lower limit of your moral integrity?

At that moment, Roddy realized that he had been taken advantage of, and Madge's free whoring was like a hungry ghost meeting a buffet, and he was so exhausted that he was knocked down!