As long as you knew some details, it wasn't difficult to pretend to be someone else.
Most of the time, as long as you kept your mouth shut and used special words and actions to guide you, you could sketch out a trustworthy person in the eyes of others.
But to be honest, this was something that required patience and luck. For example, in less than five minutes, Saber was embarrassed by Tony's endless questions. They were all ideas about weapon design concepts, and he didn't understand 80% of them.
This was awkward. Tony Stark was chattering on the side, while Saber was silent, looking very strange. He never thought that this famous playboy in New York would be such a talkative person. In the end, Saber simply didn't say a word and sped up to his car parked in the corner.
Hopefully, Lucius's work could shut him up.
"Wait a moment."
Saber turned to Tony, who was waiting there, and said, "I'll go and take it down."
As he spoke, he opened the door and sat in the car. Then, he looked around at the pedestrians and hooked his finger at Tony.
"Or do you want to come in as well?"
This invitation felt strange. Tony Stark had been in many cars, and in all kinds of beautiful women's cars, but this was probably the first time he took the initiative to sit in a car that didn't match his status at all.
Saber smiled and reached out to press the music button on the dashboard four times. With two light clicks, two hidden compartments on the dashboard and the top popped out. Neatly placed, four guns, a knife, and a neatly folded set of dark red armor appeared in front of Tony.
The design of the hidden compartment was very exquisite. In a built-in special box, the parts were separated piece by piece and displayed around New York's best weapon designer. Just this scene and the slight sound of gears turning gave off a sci-fi vibe.
The eyes of the black-haired, mustached genius weapon designer lit up. He didn't speak but carefully took out a pair of special gloves from his pocket and put them on. He put his sunglasses back in his pocket, took out another pair of gold-framed glasses, and put them on his face. Then, he opened the armor and looked at it piece by piece.
To be honest, Saber was very nervous at this time. Although Lucius was very confident in his craftsmanship, to be honest, this set of armor really didn't look very attractive. Except for the weakening of attack power, extreme defense against slashing, weak bulletproof, and concealing information, there were almost no highlights.
What he was most afraid of was that Tony would ask him a lot of professional questions with a serious face. If that was the case, this show couldn't continue. Pretending to be a professional required a lot of preparation in advance, but the problem was that he didn't have that much time.
So now he could only pin everything on the craftsmanship of Lucius, who was far away in Gotham.
After a full 15 minutes, Saber had finished smoking two cigarettes in the driver's seat. Stark's observation was finally over. He rubbed the corner of his eyes, took off his gold-framed glasses, and put the most complicated gauntlet in the box. He leaned back in the seat and shook his fingers.
Saber smiled and put away the hidden compartments.
"How is it?"
He asked.
"An epoch-making design … Mr. Lucius has completed an amazing work."
The 23-year-old Tony Stark felt an indescribable sense of frustration. While he was still obsessed with powerful weapons of mass destruction, his peers had already completed a whole set of designs in a whole new field, opening a new world for the latecomers like him.
Lucius's dark red armor destroyed all the confidence Tony had accumulated over the past two years. In front of this unique armor, his omnipotent senses were like a scorching flame that had been doused with a basin of cold water. In an instant, it chilled the bottom of his heart.
But after all, he was Tony Stark. After his disappointment, his first reaction was: I also want to make a combat system that is far better than this primitive armor … I am Tony Stark, I am the true genius of Stark Industries. I will not be defeated by an old man who has been abandoned by the times!
"To be honest, this armor is very comfortable to wear, and the combat experience is also very good. But personally, I think its functions are quite simple, especially the lack of bulletproof functions, which makes it less practical. But it is said that Mr. Lucius has designed an upgraded version. Yes, this is just a prototype. Tony, evaluate it."
Saber put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed it, then looked at Tony. He wanted to know what Lucius's armor meant to this genius weapon designer.
This question stunned Tony Stark for a moment. He pursed his lips, blinked his gentle eyes, and rubbed his temples harder. In the end, he leaned back in his seat, and the light in his eyes turned to suspicion. He looked at Seber and said in a lazy voice, "What do you think?"
"Then, Mr. Saber Hawk, let me guess. You shouldn't be a product manager of some research institute, right? I guess you should be the tester of this armor, or to put it more bluntly, you should be its user, right? "
"Hmm?"
Saber stopped playing with the cigarette in his hand and looked up at Tony.
"Why do you say that? I think I'm pretty good at pretending. "
This sentence was an admission of his fake identity. Anyway, the deal between the two sides had come to an end, and Saber was completely open. Faced with this naked honesty, Tony Stark was a little stunned. A few seconds later, he put on his sunglasses again and stretched his body.
"Because if you were a professional researcher, you wouldn't ask such a question. Yes, this armor is very simple at present. It doesn't even reach the level of protection of the old armor, but that's not the important thing! It's the design thinking. The mainstream defense thinking now is to blindly strengthen the armor and firepower. How to ensure the flexibility of the soldiers is a problem that gives everyone a headache. "
Tony took out an exquisite cigar box from his pocket and took out two top-grade cigars. He gave one to Seb as he puffed on the cigars. His face was filled with confidence as he spoke with fervor and assurance.
"You have to know, Saber, this kind of personal weapon system is usually used in special operations. In that kind of complex environment, the lack of flexibility is definitely a big problem. No matter how strong the armor is, no matter how strong the firepower is, after enough attacks, it will be damaged. But Mr. Lucius' design thinking has opened a new door for us, or rather, a new direction. We can use new materials to make this kind of bionic multi-functional armor, which can greatly increase the survival rate of the user while maintaining the firepower."
The Playboy snapped his fingers and made a conclusion.
"I found a lot of reserved weapon ports on it, which means that Mr. Lucius has a complete set of design ideas for the armor upgrade. The most important thing is the overall design of this kind of bionic armor. In the field of special operations, it's definitely worth learning. In this regard, I've profited greatly from this deal."
Frankly speaking, even though Tony had used the most straightforward language to introduce it, Saber was still confused. However, this did not prevent him from understanding the underlying meaning of Tony Stark's words. He nodded with satisfaction.
"So, can I take those samples and leave now?"
Tony glanced at him, took out his phone, tapped on it a few times, and passed it to Seb. On the screen were some blurry street surveillance footage of the Battle of Gotham. The main character in each of them was a dark red figure. Tony pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "That's right.
"Leave your contact information, Saber. Although I've always known that there are many 'superheroes' in this world, there is no doubt that you're the first real one I've come into contact with, and I don't hate your personality. Then, you can take the gadgets you like and leave. Consider it a personal gift between friends."
Saber held the cigar in his mouth and laughed. He saved his contact information in Tony's special phone, and then heard Tony say to him, "Contact Mr. Lucius.
"Also, help me contact Mr. Lucius. I will personally hand over the things I promised you to him. Of course, I'm also looking forward to discussing some problems with him regarding this design concept. Again, this is my, Tony Stark's, personal behavior and has nothing to do with Stark Industries. Do you understand what I mean?"
Saber made an OK gesture to him. Tony nodded and put the cigar box in his hand in Saber's palm. Then, he straightened his clothes, opened the car door, and quickly left the edge of the field.
Saber looked at Tony's back, reached out, opened the cigar box, and took out a black business card. A few minutes later, he dialed Lucius's number.
"Old man, it's done. Well, you need to take some time out to come to New York. The secret kind. Tony doesn't want his meeting with you to be known to Obediah Stane. Yes, he's very satisfied. I can see that your design has won him over."
Saber licked his lips. "Seeing that I helped you with such a big thing, when I go back this time, I want your upgraded armor. Don't hide it from me, old man. Tony has already told me that there are a lot of reserved weapon ports on this armor. I know every one of them. He's a real expert that you recognize, so I believe in his judgment."
On the other side of the phone, Lucius was a little embarrassed. The old man touched his chin and finally scolded.
"Nosy Tony Stark. Okay, I'll go. But again, don't think I'll do it for free. Prepare the money, and I'll help you upgrade your armor. I'll make it clear in advance, Saber. Your armor and Bruce's are not of the same system, so don't compare some of his functions with yours. As an outstanding warrior, you should understand this principle, so I don't need to say more. Okay, I'm very busy. Goodbye! "
Saber put the phone back in his pocket. He lay down in the driver's seat with a smile and began to calculate his gains.
This trip was worth it! Not only did he get a batch of gadgets that he was very interested in, but most importantly, he also used this opportunity to get a new dawn of armor from Lucius. As for Tony Stark, he was a backup choice.
Saber narrowed his eyes. There was a world of difference between him and Bruce Wayne in terms of character, the way they handled problems, and even the way they viewed the world. The current peaceful coexistence was because there was no conflict between the two, but he had to make plans for himself. What if a conflict broke out?
As someone who stood firmly on Bruce's side, once a conflict broke out, would Saber still trust him? Wouldn't it be digging his own grave if he fought with his opponent while wearing armor made by him?
At that time, Tony Stark, the genius weapon designer, would be Saber's last hope to turn the tables.
This was not using him. Tony had saved his contact information, which meant that when necessary, he would have some contact with Tony. This was another form of employment.
"Mercenaries really suit me."
Saber patted his cheeks, opened the car door, and walked out. He walked around the grandstand of the weapons exhibition. With the black card that looked like a business card, when Saber returned to the car, he had a black handbag in his hand.
He was not lying. There was not a single weapon in the bag. It was full of interesting gadgets.
When he opened the car door, Agent Plum was already in the driver's seat. She glanced at Saber with her sunglasses and her gaze fell on the black handbag, but she did not say anything. She just said coldly as usual, "Get in the car.
"Get in the car, we should go back."
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