Cyborg

Late at night, Stark's Long Island Villa.Please () see the most complete!The fastest updated novel!

"Okay, I will be responsible for this."

Stark put a hemostatic bandage on his face, threw away the phone in his hand, and took a sip of chlorophyll juice with a grin on his face. "The call from Colonel Roddy of the Ministry of National Defense is asking me to design a prison that can shield the magnetic field."

"Mutants who can control magnetic fields... Tsk!"

After leaving Liberty Island, Stark woke up from the mental tide of Professor Charles. Although he missed many wonderful scenes, it did not prevent Solo from using memory projection to show him the fierce battle just now.

Thinking of Magneto's ability, Stark showed a terrifying expression and glanced at Solo next to him.

This ability is simply their natural nemesis. To put it bluntly, Magneto can easily kill both of them with just a fart. However, as an inventive expert in the Marvel world, the proud and conceited Stark is not just sitting back and watching the steel battle. A person who is restrained.

Although Magneto has been imprisoned, and it is very likely that he personally designed the prison, he has already begun to outline a blueprint in his head on how to add anti-magnetic control functions to the steel suit.

"At least he has been locked up. In contrast, I care more about this trouble."

Solo shrugged his shoulders. He knew Stark's personality well, so he brought him to the scene. Iron Man would not allow his armor to have such obvious flaws. The stimulation point was already in place. All that was left was to wait, wait. Stark has developed an anti-magnetic device, and he can certainly benefit from it.

Zoro tapped the table with his finger, and two ancient chain-like weapons covered in black paint were placed on the table in front of them.

The five hand and ninjas who attacked Zoro have faded away, but their weapons have remained.

"A very hard material, a special alloy that is harder than titanium alloy. Jarvis, break down the structure and build a model of the entire series. Let's take a look inside."

Stark's eyes shone with great interest, he reached out and picked up a weapon, put it in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully.

The wrist watch radiated light, scanning the entire chain weapon. Then, Jarvis quickly decomposed the weapon, even to the point of an anchor point. In just two breaths, he had already built a three-dimensional structure on the table. Model projection.

As the model projection zooms in, every circuit inside the weapon is clearly visible to both eyes.

"This thing can emit strong electromagnetic interference and can paralyze the operation of mechanical products in a short period of time."

Stark snorted and threw the weapon on the table. This was obviously a weapon developed with a clear purpose. If he had been hit, he would have been trapped on his own for at least one minute. Waiting to die in an iron jar.

One minute is enough to do a lot of things.

Especially the shape of this cold weapon, coupled with the stealth that Hand ninjas are good at, Stark has not forgotten how the Hand ninjas, led by Fu Hu, broke into his villa.

Using this kind of weapon for a sneak attack at close range is almost invisible.

"These ninjas...are really haunting."

Zoro didn't ask Stark about the details of the weapon. The terrible look on his face said it all.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that he had just absorbed the magnetic force of the earth's core, which caused his fire energy to skyrocket, Zoro would not have been able to resume action so quickly after being hit a few times.

Zoro straightened his body, clasped his fingers on the table and made a kissing sound, and said, "They are coming towards us, Stark! They are related to the Ten Commandments gang in Afghanistan. I killed five of them, but not You know how many others are hiding in the shadows.”

Stark took a deep breath. He looked at the weapons on the table, his bright eyes full of coldness. These haunting ninjas could attack Solo today, and they might deal with him tomorrow, and even turn Pepo into a become their goal.

He must not allow this to happen.

Zoro tilted his head. He looked at the angry Stark in front of him. He touched his bare head, took out a special satellite phone from his arms, shook it in his hand, and grinned. A scary smile,

"Fortunately, we don't have no clues at all. You find them and I will handle the rest."

"I'm fine. How are you going to deal with them?"

There was a hint of concealment in Stark's voice. He took the satellite phone that Solo handed him. Jarvis quickly accessed the communication and began to locate the target's location based on the last call. .

Zoro leaned on the sofa, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile, "If a dog barks at you, of course, beat it with a stick until it gets scared. Let me do this kind of thing! You should concentrate on studying the Ark Reactor. I don’t want to see you hanging on the wall so soon!”

Stark curled his lips and gave Solo a hard look. As Solo said, his body has reached a very troublesome stage. Every time he uses the steel suit, the spread of palladium toxicity will be accelerated.

Stark has recorded data samples of the energy in Solo's body. If it is really studied by him, then at least his life can be guaranteed. Therefore, for Stark, there is currently no such thing. more important.

Of course, if Solo hadn't been there, Stark would have definitely taken matters into his own hands to solve the hidden danger of the Hand. After all, he had already lost two of the most important people to him, and he would never have allowed Pepo to be hurt even a little bit more. .

What Jarvis can do, the computing module can also do, but since Stark is here, Solo doesn't want to waste energy.

Moreover, the resources at Stark's disposal are beyond Solo's imagination. Although Stark's current strength is tyrannical, it is still not enough to crush him. If they were to face each other, even Solo would be able to defeat him now. Rushing out of New York is the best outcome.

Billionaire Iron Man Stark, this adjective is really not for nothing.

As for how terrifying the resources under Stark's control were, Solo truly realized it after 2 minutes.

Using private satellite footage and surveillance footage from every corner of the city, Jarvis determined the location of the signal source of the last call in just 2 minutes.

"643 Sixth Street, Queens, thermal detection of 13 people, no heavy weapons signal."

The number of people and their location were all clear. Solo pursed his lips. The landscape computing module had a computing speed no less than Jarvis, but the other party had several private satellites to support it. The speed of tracking and searching was simply not what the current computing module could match. .

Iron Man is, after all, one of the souls of the Avengers.

"Hey, I can't wait!"

Solo's eyes glowed with a sticky red light, and he let out a low, sinister laugh. A moment later, a black Tomahawk drove out from the Stark Villa, speeding towards Queens, New York, in the dark midnight.

On the other side, 643 Sixth Avenue, Queens.

This is a dilapidated warehouse that is very common in Queens. It is located alone at the front of the road, far away from residential buildings. It looks like it has been abandoned for a long time.

The door of the warehouse was ajar, and it was already midnight outside, but this was New York, especially a chaotic place like Queens, where nightlife had just begun.

But for the people in the warehouse, everything outside has nothing to do with them.

In a warehouse filled with a damp and musty smell, twelve black-clad ninjas with red belts around their waists sat motionless on the ground like sculptures. At first glance, they seemed to be completely integrated into the darkness.

Hand ninjas, in fact, they are the top ninjas in the Hand, otherwise they would not have been awarded this important and difficult mission.

"Your subordinate is dead and the mission failed. I think you should prepare for the worst now."

The dark figure slowly walked out, a beautiful woman wearing a purple combat uniform, with beautifully styled black curly hair. In the darkness, her bright eyes could be seen shining brightly.

This woman was the beautiful woman named Elizabeth who conveyed the Mandarin's order to the Hand.

"There is something wrong with the information you gave me, Ms. Elizabeth."

Among the twelve people, the only ninja wearing red gloves seemed to be their leader. He did not raise his head and just spoke in a deep voice in Japanese.

"The ninjas I sent were ghost ninjas who killed more than 100 people. Each of them could easily kill an entire street of people, but they died silently. The target you want to capture , nothing like what you said, just a transforming robot equipped with heavy firepower."

With his stiff Japanese tone and cold aura like a poisonous snake, this ninja leader is really hard to like.

"No, the mission failed just because your people... were too stupid."

Elizabeth sneered unceremoniously.

The ninja leader's triangular eyes suddenly opened, looking like a poisonous snake ready to jump up and bite at any time. He grinned and his figure began to blur.

Elizabeth pursed her lips and mocked, raised her left hand, between her five fingers, beautiful rose-red energy shuttled between her fingers like a spiritual snake, and then shot out fiercely, and disappeared in a flash, but the next moment it turned into a He silently clasped the sharp ring-shaped dagger on the neck of the ninja leader.

"If you dare to stretch your claws at me, are you prepared to die?"

The woman said lightly. After the latter shivered all over and dared not move, she pursed her lips and smiled proudly, then lightly snapped her fingers, and the energy hovering around her neck dissipated instantly.

Her words were arrogant, but no one at the scene dared to stand up and refute the power that burst out from her body at that moment.

Although the flash of aura was just the tip of the iceberg, the ancient, evil and aloof scent as silent as a god frightened the dozen or so aspiring ninjas in the warehouse...

No, no, no, it's not an exaggeration or an artistic statement. I really feel fear...

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