Marvel Super Armor

Hammer Industries, Military R&D Division.

Justin Hammer, who had just traded his beloved "ex-wife" to Colonel Rhodes, stood next to Ivan Vanko, who was supposed to be serving his sentence in prison, and looked at the robot troops forming a square array in front of him with a melancholy look on his face.

"If I'm not mistaken..."

He pointed to the robot being assembled, took off its head with all his strength, and asked, "This shouldn't be a helmet, right? Can you tell me how to put my head into this thing?"

Justin handed the mechanical head to the assistant beside him: "Can you put the head in?"

The assistant shook his head decisively, and put the mechanical head on his head under Justin's forced eyes, proving with actual actions that it really couldn't be stuffed in.

"See, Ivan, this is not a helmet, this is a fucking head." Justin said displeasedly: "What I need is a suit that can put people in. Do you have hearing impairment?"

Ivan used his tongue to change the position of the toothpick in his mouth, and gave him a faint look: "Remote control is better."

Seeing Justin's questioning look, he reluctantly explained: "People make mistakes, but machines don't. Trust me, remote control is better."

"Ivan, listen, I like you very much. I have fulfilled all your requests as much as possible, and what you promised me was 'no problem'. Do you remember? You said 'no problem'. "

Justin looked at Ivan, the anger in his eyes burning quietly: "I'll give you one last chance. What I need is a suit, a suit like Stark's that Mr. Shredder can wear. battle suit."

"...Shredder?"

Ivan narrowed his eyes, instinctively disgusted by this unfamiliar name.

"He's talking about me." A deep male voice suddenly came from behind, frightening Ivan, a pure-blooded guy, to jump up from his stool.

Shredder wore a black samurai helmet on his face, a black outfit, and a dark red dragon tattooed on his left arm. He walked out of the shadows under the elevated structure, as if he had been standing there all along.

"Ha, you are still so elusive. Let me introduce you, this is my partner Mr. Schreider."

Justin was also startled by the sudden appearance of Schrader, but he was not afraid as he had known Schrader for a long time. Instead, he was a little jealous of the method of his sudden appearance.

"I need you to make him a suit, you know, tailor-made." He said to Ivan.

"This is different from the agreement we made originally." Ivan refused.

"The original agreement was that I would get you out of prison, and you would work for me from now on." Justin raised a disdainful smile: "Obviously, your performance did not satisfy me. In fact, I have already It’s time to consider whether the agreement needs to continue.”

"..."

Ivan was silent and had to bow his head under the eaves. All the preparations he needed for revenge could only be achieved with the support of Justin. If he turned against him now, he would have to wait until he had the chance to take revenge.

The most important thing is that if he rejects Justin, he will be sent back to prison, and this time, he may have to sit through the bottom of the prison.

"In this way, I will take a step back. I can allow you to build as many robot troops as you like. These are just small amounts of money to me." Justin reached out and gestured to the robot troops behind him.

Just when Ivan was wondering why he suddenly gave in, Justin changed the subject: "...But I need you to make a set of armor, not more, just one set."

"……Can."

After weighing the interests, Ivan finally chose to agree to Justin's request. After all, he was now dependent on someone else, so he had to at least make a show of it.

As if he had seen through his thoughts, Justin specifically said: "I hope the quality of the suit is of good quality. After all, you still need a lot of funds."

"Suka..." Ivan almost cursed, but managed to hold it back and nodded in agreement.

"Very good. You can negotiate with Mr. Schrader for specific requirements and try to make them according to his requirements within the allowable range. After all, they are meant to be worn on people." Justin and Ivan looked at each other for a few seconds, their expressions clear. The expression on his face was smiling, but his eyes had no warmth.

Seeing that Ivan had given in, Justin greeted Schrader with a smile and left in a hurry with his assistant.

He is also busy preparing for the Hammer Industrial Exhibition. According to the information he recently received, Tony Stark has begun to donate his family property for some reason, and even gave the position of CEO to his secretary, as if he is going to be disbanded and return to the countryside. The old-age care style.

This opportunity is a great opportunity for him to step on Stark and take over. As long as Ivan can present the finished product at the exhibition, whether it is a steel suit or a steel robot, the value of Hammer Industries in the eyes of the military will be exposed. Increased, can truly stand on the same level as Aoshi Group and Superman Industries.

As for Stark Industries, the situation is over. Ever since Tony Stark refused to hand over the manufacturing technology of the Ark Reactor and Steel Suit, people in Congress have been criticizing him and have been looking for opportunities to thwart it. To dampen the spirit of this Iron Man, he unexpectedly gave up the company on his own. Now Mr. Iron Man is no longer worth Justin's trouble to deal with.

Imagining the blueprint for a better future in his mind, Justin couldn't help humming a song, intoxicated in his own world, until he met the eyes of the assistant next to him.

"……roll."

"Okay sir." The assistant who received the amnesty disappeared immediately.

Justin stood silent for a while, no longer interested in humming.

……

Ivan was lying on the table, holding a pencil with less than three centimeters left in his hand to write down Schrader's requirements for the suit in his notebook. The way he grabbed the pen made people want to snatch it away and break it off.

This is his little habit. He got used to being poor when he was in Tsarist Russia. A pen can be used as short as the remaining chalk tip, and the eraser must be as thin as a piece of paper, and it still has to be pressed on the finger. Grind it on paper.

Even though working conditions have improved now and these things are no longer lacking, he still retains his little habits.

On the one hand, you are used to habits, and you will no longer be used to them if you change them; on the other hand, he is using this method to remind himself not to forget the embarrassing life he once had, and not to lose the motivation to revenge against Stark.

"...I'll hand over the visor design to you in a few days. By the way, there's no need to install injectors or anything like that. I don't need those fancy things." Schrader stated his request seriously.

After all, which man can refuse to DIY a suit of armor himself?

"Also, I need to add a pair of retractable claws to the arms. I have some vibranium on hand, so I will use this to make them."

Vibranium?Ivan raised his eyebrows. This thing was rare and could be called a strategic material.But anyway, it was provided by the customer himself, and he, the blacksmith in charge, didn't care about where the vibranium was obtained.

"How sharp does it need to be?" He spit out the toothpick that had been held in his mouth for an unknown amount of time and had softened.

Schreider replied with a chill on his face: "The kind that can pierce a turtle's shell."

"?"

Ivan looked up blankly.

turtle?

"...In short, the sharper the better."

Noticing his strange gaze, Schrader did not explain. After stating all his requirements, he turned and walked towards the elevated loading and unloading rack.

Ivan watched helplessly as he walked into the shadow of the elevated building and disappeared as if passing through a layer of water.

This weird teleportation ability made his hair stand on end, and it was impossible to use it for assassination.

Fortunately, he and Schrader were on the same side for the time being, so he didn't have to worry about his neck being wiped one day accidentally.

Looking at the notebook in front of him, Ivan showed a gloomy expression.

Damn it, fucked up.

……

"Chief, we have found Dr. Connors."

As soon as Schrader emerged from the shadows, a beautiful figure quietly appeared under the high platform, half-kneeling on the ground to report.

"Bring him to see me." Shredder sat on the dark throne, resting his elbows on the armrests and leaning on it.

"Yes," Kalai responded with his head lowered, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "My men found a ghost mask in the auction house. According to the portrait comparison, it belongs to General Manny, but..."

Schrader raised his eyebrows, sat up straight and said sternly: "Bring him back immediately!"

Karai paused, quietly shrank his shoulders, and whispered the second half of the sentence he interrupted: "But he was snatched away."

"..."

Schrader felt the veins on his forehead beat hard twice, and his tone was as low as a volcano about to erupt: "Is it [Cang Luan] again?"

"……Yes."

Kalai's slender figure became more humble, as if he wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground to avoid his cannibalistic sight.

Schrader clenched his fists, opened and closed them, and repeated them six or seven times. Finally, he suppressed the anger in his heart and waved his hand tiredly: "Go down and leave those who are looking for masks alone. Send more to Spain." With these manpower, we must find the hell gate to release Di Kui within a month."

"Yes." Kalai, who had long wanted to leave, decisively accepted the order and silently jumped up to the ceiling and left.

Schreder silently looked up at the ceiling that he had spent a lot of money to decorate.

Why don't you go through the main door...

Five minutes later, the heavy door slowly opened, and a terrifying tall monster squeezed in through the door with its head lowered.

"?"

Schrader raised his head blankly, looked up at the body of the visitor, and tilted his head.

Not to mention that the lizard man is only over two meters tall, but he looks like he is five meters away, right? !

However, he is still an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years. All kinds of monsters are already commonplace, so he is not scared by a mere lizard man.

"I'm sorry to bring you here in such a rude manner, Dr. Connors."

"You actually call this method 'please'?" The lizard man squinted his eyes, carefully looked at the man on the high platform, and said, "I have given up on that name. Now, call me lizard man."

"I think you are more like a dinosaur." Schrader said a rare wisecrack.

"Stop talking nonsense, why did you 'invite' me here?" the lizard man said displeasedly.

"I know your past, and therefore, I want to help you create the future you want."

Shredder stood up and used the high platform under his feet to barely look at the lizard man's level:

"I don't know what you...what do you think?"