Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

The young man and woman laughed too much, and the laughter finally caught the attention of the two men in the test field, causing them to stop at the same time.

Regardless of the armor or the person, they all showed a shocked posture: We haven't finished fighting here, can you be more serious?

Where did this fight make you laugh?

Tony stretched out his right arm wrapped in the battle armor, and said with a thumb: "Hey, do you think this is an amphitheater? Is the beautiful lady ready to give her thumb to make the final judgment on the loser?"

Pietro glared at Qianqian first, and then turned his anger on Tony, who was still unaware: "You only deserve a middle finger."

"Is your hostility too serious?" Tony shook his index finger disapprovingly, "You have to understand that no matter whether it is the thumb or the middle finger, the one pointed at will be the loser—that is, you."

Pietro sneered mockingly: "Can bragging blow out a genius?"

"Don't believe it? See for yourself." Tony beckoned and released a 3D projection above the test field. In the projection was a red thermal image moving at high speed.

"Although your speed is fast, it is not as fast as the monitoring system. Every movement of yours has been photographed." Tony started the third step of "strike" combat, "Young man, your high-speed super power is used to tease There are more than enough traffic cops to issue speeding tickets, but not enough for modern warfare."

"Your mouth is very suitable for modern warfare." As soon as the words fell, Pietro ran again; just a few minutes of testing had made him grow a lot. During this running, his running rhythm became erratic Uncertain, the route is also tortuous, almost no law can be seen.

But only "almost".

Tony decided to implement a more vigorous "strike" operation.He gave up autonomous operation and handed over all the work to Jarvis; in less than a tenth of a second, the powerful computer computing power accurately calculated the landing point of Pietro's footsteps, and manipulated the Mark armor to shoot a palm shot .

The intensity of the shock wave is still properly controlled, which will disrupt Pietro's footsteps, but will not cause substantial damage.Taking advantage of his disordered footsteps and greatly reduced speed, Mark's armor bullied him, fisting and kicking, making the mutants flustered.

Jarvis's computing power is perfectly reflected in its ability to control the field; whenever Pietro wants to stand firm and run again, the armor will always interfere with the palm cannon, shock wave or set up obstacles just right, It made him unable to take the first step of starting with force.

The intelligent program rigidly and faithfully completed Tony's instructions, leaving no chance for Pietro.As for Tony himself, he almost became a bystander, but his mouth was not idle; he watched the various data listed on the built-in projection screen, and his mouth kept stimulating his opponent.

"According to calculations, this game will be over in five seconds; now the countdown... five, four, three, two, one—"

At the moment when the last punch was about to hit the mutant's nose, the sudden pause of the battle armor almost broke the waist of the middle-aged playboy, and also pulled the last number into a long broken sound.

"What happened?" Tony writhed in the suit, but the suit remained motionless.

Jarvis's voice was intermittent: "I found abnormality... energy magnetic field, electromagnetic... abnormal... fluctuation..."

Soon there was a piercing electric whistle, and there was no sound in the armor; Jarvis moved to the external terminal, and continued in a coherent and clear voice: "An abnormal energy response was found, and the energy form is unknown. The preliminary test results show that it is found that Electromagnetic-like energy field characteristics."

"What the hell is it?" Tony's dull voice came from the visor, so low that it was almost inaudible.

"The test result is unknown, and no similar information has been found in the database. Re-searching, expanding the scope of the search..."

"It's magic... Chaos magic." Xiangqian didn't think he could find the correct answer on the Internet, so he opened his mouth to help the intelligent program.

"What kind of magic?" Tony's voice was still weak and dull. After the armor lost control, his visor couldn't be opened.

With a flick of Wanda's finger, the visor flew up with a "chuckle", revealing Tony's puzzled face.

"Chaos magic, a powerful magical power that has been passed down for a long time." Said forward, and Jarvis also thoughtfully projected the state of the armor at the moment on the 3D projection.

Tony's neck was hooped by the neck structure of the battle armor, so he could only turn his head with difficulty, barely able to see most of the projection screen.

A strange red energy visible to the naked eye is wrapped around the armor like a chain. As the "chain" tightens, the metal structure of the armor makes an overwhelmed sound.

The same red magic lingers in Wanda's fingertips.

Tony tried hard to regain control of the armor; but even with the thrusters turned on to the maximum, the shaft of the transmission was turned to smoke, and the armor was still hanging in the air without moving.He had to give up.

"Is this the person you're talking about with the most magical potential? You call this potential?"

Xiang Xiang said: "That's right, considering the upper limit of chaos magic, Wanda has only exerted a very small part of its power; she still has huge potential to be tapped."

"OK, OK, I see; Miss Maximov, can you put me down?" Tony gave up struggling and hard work, like a salted fish that has lost its ideal.

What answered him was the louder metal deformation sound on the armor.

"Hey, what's going on?" Tony was a little nervous, his eyes looking forward.

Spreading his hands forward: "I said, the relationship between their siblings is very good."

"What?" Tony was dumbfounded.

The sound of armor deformation became more and more intensive, and Tony began to feel the squeeze caused by the structural deformation on his body; seeing that the little brother is "with the opposite sex but without humanity" today, he is ready to save himself.

"Hey, Wanda, I'm a good friend of James, didn't he tell you?"

The sound of "clang clang" is still incessant, and the squeeze is still increasing.

Tony rolled his eyes: "I admit, I was a bit over the top just now, but isn't Pietro fine?"

Still no response.

"This battle armor has already cost 2000 million US dollars, very expensive..."

The ear-piercing deformation sound stopped abruptly, and Wanda's expression was a little stiff.

God is sorry, the Maximov siblings grew up poor, and the impact of money is stronger than most things.

Wanda's subconscious first reaction was: 2000 million dollars, they really can't afford it.

He walked forward slowly to the girl's ear, and whispered in a voice that everyone present could hear: "It's okay, I'll help you pay, just do what you want."

Wanda's starry eyes lit up, and the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't be suppressed immediately.

"WHAT?!" Tony's eyes widened, as if he saw a ghost—the devil.

It's not once or twice that the two brothers have served as each other's wingmen. It's the first time that they have sold out their wingmen so thoroughly; how much do you want this girl?

Before Tony could think of a new wording, he heard a few crisp "clang" sounds, and the thrusters at the hands and feet of the armor were crushed and shattered at the same time, and the flames were turned off on the spot.

Qiangqian still praised him from the side, and praised the girl: "Your manipulation of magic power is becoming more and more delicate."

Wanda walked slowly to the helicopter platform outside, and the battle armor was pulled and pushed by her like a kite being pulled, and was gently sent outside the platform.

There is hundreds of meters of void below him, and there are pedestrians and vehicles on the street that are smaller than ants.

Tony finally felt that something was wrong; he looked forward, but saw a meaningful look under the expressionless background of the other party.

Not only the victim himself, but even Pietro showed a hesitant expression, confused and disturbed by his sister's behavior.

Although he said he hated Stark, he was not ready to kill in his heart.

"Hey, ma'am... ah—" Tony's unfinished words turned into an infinitely drawn-out scream.

The moment the red magic power was withdrawn, the Mark Armor started a free fall towards the ground.Tony yelled "Jarvis" repeatedly, but the response given by the intelligent program was "All thrusters are completely damaged and cannot provide power..."

"Start the laboratory standby armor..."

"According to my calculations, time is running out, sir..."

At the same time, on the top platform, three people looked down.

Whispered forward, "He'll hit the ground in eight seconds at most."

Wanda pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hands and waved, the battle armor suddenly stopped in the air.

Tony was in shock, and could even hear the sound of the airflow rolling in his ears when he fell; moving forward, he quietly dissipated the formed space magic on his fingertips.

Under the eyes of everyone, the Mark armor slowly rose back to the top floor, and then fell to the ground with a "bang".

"SHIT! WHATTHE FUCKHELL!" The battle armor opened, and the deformed structure made a harsh friction sound; Tony crawled out of it incoherently and in a hurry.

"What the hell are you doing? Do you know what happened in those few seconds just now? I recalled all the experiences of my life!" Tony cursed, and the few seconds just now were the closest he had been since the attack on Afghanistan. moment of death.

"It's normal; studies have shown that when people jump off a building, a large amount of adrenaline will be secreted, the speed of the brain will double, and the processing speed of the eyes will also accelerate from 5 to 20 frames per second to hundreds of frames or even higher." Conduct science popularization in a serious manner.

"So? What were you doing just now, doing human experiments?" Tony's voice was so loud that it could almost reach the streets on the ground floor.

Wanda's cold voice sounded: "In order to let you experience the fear we once felt."

"What do you mean? What does your fear have to do with me?" Tony heard something in the words, but he was still indignant.

“In 1999, the civil war in Sokovia broke out; a missile smashed through the ceiling and fell into my house. Our parents were crushed to death by the falling roof, and Pietro and I were trapped in the rubble for three days, next to The missile that didn’t explode — three days in the fear of the missile exploding at any moment ... fortunately, it was a dud.”

Tony seemed to think of something: "That missile?"

"Products of Stark Industries. You seem to like to leave your signature on the murder weapon."

The angry expression on Tony's face disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost in the blink of an eye, it changed from aggressive to lonely and depressed.

After a long time, I heard the low voice of the former arms dealer: "I'm sorry!"

Wanda felt slightly surprised: "That's it? You don't want to say anything else?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Shouldn't you justify it? For example, you are only the producer of the weapon, not the user. The person who uses the weapon should bear the responsibility?"

"That kind of self-deception doesn't make any sense." Tony continued in a low voice, "I have the highest power in Stark Industries, and its weapons department once brought me huge profits, which created a lofty social status and popularity for me. , and even let me enjoy endless praise; since I have obtained the greatest benefit, of course I should also bear the greatest responsibility."

Tony raised his head, and here he could see the huge "Stark" logo decorated on the roof, and the shining light and shadow effects showed the aesthetics of the owner of the building.

"It is an irrefutable fact that under my leadership, the former Stark Industries has become a key link in a bad system; I cannot shirk my responsibilities, and to do so... is too shameless .”