The Stark Paradox

Jazz and Tasha got along very well in the days that followed, not because of their high sexual compatibility, but because Tasha flew around to deal with some company matters in the next few days.Occasionally, she would take Jazz out for a stroll, and let Jazz drive in the wilderness, enjoying the feeling of the wind.But more nights, she attends some banquets, sleeps with one or two men who are pleasing to the eye, and creates a scandal or two from time to time for tabloid reporters to eat.Once she drank too much and vomited on Jazz's seat. Although she cleaned up afterwards, she didn't apologize.

What else can you expect from a Stark?Come on, every newspaper will tell you that Stark is an uneducated slob, except for academic publications.

So Jazz had a hard time forgiving her for a while.

But as time passed, the incident slowly passed, and Jazz felt that basically they could be regarded as friends, so he could forgive his friend.

For example, on this day, she came to the air force base with a hangover headache to test out the vertical take-off and landing fighter she designed last time.

Tasha had never been in the military or even the Boy Scouts, and she spent all her vacations in Howard's lab for as long as she could remember.Because Howard can still act like a parent in the laboratory and will patiently explain some things to her.Tasha felt that this was partly because she was a girl. Howard's limited patience would be reduced to an unimaginable extent if she were a boy.

This is not to say that Tasha didn't think about how good it would be to be a boy. In fact, she always wanted to be a boy when she was a child so that at least on a basic basis, she could be more like her idol, Captain America.

By the time she was in high school, her reasons for wanting to be a boy changed from idol dreams to more practical ones—you can never deny that men have too many inherent advantages over women in an industry full of oil and steel.

Until she fully learned to use her perfect mind to make up for these innate disadvantages and learned how to take advantage of her advantages as a woman, she would still think from time to time that if she was a man, then at least she would be a successful playboy instead of being ostracized by others. Call her a female cousin.

While thinking about these things, she pulled the lever to raise the plane to a new height.

Yes, she has never served in the military, but this does not prevent her from being an excellent pilot.She has Roddy, the Air Force Colonel's best friend, and she can perfectly control her suit.

Thinking of this, she turned the plane around and rushed straight towards a hill in the wilderness, then quickly pulled up the joystick and made a perfect turn close to the mountain.If she controls the Quinjet fighter she designed to avoid the hail of bullets from alien warships, what is this thing? !

She knew that when she got off the plane, she would be scolded by Carol for not paying attention to safety, but Carol would be very satisfied with the result of this order transaction.

It seems that the person in charge of the military is indeed very satisfied with her design, and signed the contract very readily - she just likes the military, she simply does not need to bargain - but after that, the general of the military invited her very sincerely Yeah stay and talk.

Tasha didn't understand at all why the old general condescended to talk to her with his face lowered. The arrogant nouveau riche who is young, inexperienced, and uneducated doesn't even think about it—look, people are so contradictory, relying on your things while facing you as a person with undisguised dislike.

It wasn't until the old general's subordinates politely asked her for some arms orders that she suddenly realized.

Stark Enterprises never made arms...but no one believed it was Natasha's incompetence.

A few years ago, when SI officially became a military supply company for the military, Tasha made it clear that she would not design weapons, and her attitude was firm. She did not want to make the same mistakes again. Although she now has a reactor on her chest, but in The experience of staying in Afghanistan for three months with a chest full of shrapnel should never be repeated.

So now she is very curious why the old matter was brought up again at this time, so instead of rejecting the other party immediately, she raised her eyebrows to ask the reason clearly.

Then she saw their liaison officer and the general look at each other, and then told her that this was confidential and could not be told to her.

So she also shrugged her shoulders, saying that she would consider it again as a polite refusal, and then got up and left gracefully—it's not that she couldn't get the answer if she couldn't ask the answer.

After she got on the private plane, she hacked into the military database through the desperate situation, and found the answer she wanted...

"Hey, Ms. Stark, are you okay?" Jazz looked at Natasha, who was sitting in the garage and sat in a Maserati with a wrench in her hand, wondering what she was thinking when he got back, and yelled beside her. Two whistles asked.

"Hey... Natasha." Tasha regained her senses and thought for a while before saying.

"what?"

"My name is Natasha, just call me Tasha." Tasha touched her eyebrows and said.Her mind is still flashing back to the information she saw when she hacked into the air force base before, the shaky camera, the skillfully transformed fighter into a human form, and the obviously intelligent fighting style... If it's not for Tasha, just stay by her side A shape-shifting Pontiac, she'll question what's in the shot.

There was no doubt that Jazz had told her about their fears that the Decepticons on Cybertron, who were on the opposite side of the Autobots, had infiltrated the human world.

This is a crisis—Tasha thought about it for a moment, and as a futurist who is an expert in making and ending crises, she is very sure this is not a good thing.

She needs a countermeasure - something came to her mind very naturally... The next second she looked at the silver-white Pontiac beside her, who transformed into a human form in a dazzling posture and sat next to the Maserati. I turned my optical lens to Tasha, and asked in a worried tone, "Okay, don't you look good?"

"It's nothing..." Tasha swept away the haze on her face, put on her usual confident expression towards people, smiled and winked at Jazz, "To be honest, Sir, do you need some daily care or something?"

"what?"

"Uh, it's just ordinary vehicle maintenance, changing the paint, polishing, waxing..." Tasha played with the wrench in her hand with a relaxed expression, but Jazz's intuition told himself that it didn't sound so pleasant, and then he said Hearing Tasha look up at him and smile brightly. "And a full overhaul."