"Forty-six!"
"Ah!"
"Forty-seven!"
"Oh!"
In the basement at the bottom of the villa, Tony Stark sat alone at a table, holding a syringe gun and injecting it into his arm.
"Forty-eight!"
"Oh!"
Gritting his teeth, Tony Stark put down the syringe gun and picked up the gauze in his mouth to wipe the blood oozing from his arm.
"The micro-sensor implantation is complete!"
While wiping the blood on his arm, Tony Stark said, and at the same time, a look of eagerness appeared on his face.
At this moment, Jarvis's voice sounded in the room.
"Sir, please give me a few hours for calibration."
"No need!"
Tony Stark can't wait to test his new Armor. He can do the calibration later.
"As you wish, sir."
Jarvis's voice sounded again.
"I also prepared a safety manual for you."
"I don't need that!"
Tony Stark can't even wait for the calibration of the sensor. How can he still be in the mood to look at the safety manual? In his usual style, of course, he will go straight to the point!
"Okay, let's get started!"
Throwing the blood-stained gauze in his hand onto the table, Tony Stark stood up and strode towards a circular platform in the middle of the room.
"Sir, you haven't rested for seventy-two hours."
Jarvis tried to persuade Tony Stark, but he was ignored directly.
Standing on the platform, Tony Stark turned and looked at the row of Mark 1, Mark 2, and several other original versions of Iron Man Armors placed in the display cabinet on the side of the room, as if he was giving a press conference speech, he spoke solemnly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, welcome to the delivery room! I am happy to announce to you that your powerful little brother is about to be born! "
After Tony Stark finished speaking, he turned and looked at the pile of scattered armor parts on the table in front of him, and the expression on his face became solemn.
"Mark 42 Adaptive Active Navigation Assembly Armor, start the assembly process!"
As soon as Tony Stark's voice fell, the battle suit parts placed on the table in front of him suddenly lit up with blue light, as if they had been activated.
Tony Stark couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and then he spoke.
"Jarvis, play some music!"
Following Tony Stark's instructions, the vinyl player on the other table was turned on, and a burst of melodious music sounded. Tony Stark twisted along with the music for a while, feeling very good.
This time, he had worked for three all-nighters, and had not slept for a full seventy-two hours. Finally, it was time to test the final results!
He had spent a lot of effort on this Mark 42 battle suit. It was very different from the previous ones. Whether it could meet his expectations depended on this test!
Tony Stark immediately stopped twisting his body to the music. Looking at the pile of battle suit parts on the table a few meters ahead, he suddenly raised his arms and posed like a white crane spreading its wings.
After waiting for a few seconds, nothing happened. Tony Stark couldn't help but frown.
"Trash!"
Retracting his posture, Tony Stark angrily patted the part of his arm that had been injected with the sensor a few times, and then once again posed like a white crane spreading its wings. This time, the battle suit parts on the table finally reacted!
With the sound of the thrusters operating, one of the parts slowly rose from the table, and then the main thruster was launched. A white flame spurted out, and this battle suit part flew toward Tony Stark, just right on his outstretched left hand.
Then this part quickly unfolded, transformed, and soon wrapped the entire palm to forearm!
Then, two more parts quickly flew from the table and landed on Tony Stark's shoulder and upper arm, and then unfolded. In the blink of an eye, his entire left arm was completely wrapped in armor!
Seeing this, Tony Stark raised his arms again, his right hand forward, and once again posed like a white crane spreading its wings. This time, another battle suit part flew over and wrapped his right hand.
Tony Stark couldn't help but laugh happily when he saw this.
"Haha, looks like there's no problem! Come on! "
Tony Stark said as he raised his arms and made a gesture for everyone to get dressed. The battle suit parts on the table floated up from the table and flew toward Tony Stark one by one.
The biggest difference between the Mark 42 that Tony Stark built this time and the previous battle suits was the huge change in the way they were dressed!
Mark 42 was no longer a complete battle suit, but was broken down into more than a dozen individual battle suit parts, each of which had a built-in thruster and could fly independently in the air.
Tony Stark had implanted 48 micro sensors all over his body. When he made some preset special movements, the sensors in his body would capture these gestures and control Mark 42 to dress according to the instructions!
Even if he was far away, as long as he put on the suit, no matter how far away it was, the Mark 42 suit would quickly activate and fly toward Tony Stark's location. Then, it would quickly put on the suit according to the sensors!
If it succeeded, the flexibility and speed of this battle suit would far surpass all the previous battle suits!
However, just as Tony Stark raised his leg to catch the leg armor flying over and completed the fitting of his right leg, two more battle suit parts flew toward him at a high speed. Looking at their rapid speed and the violent sound of breaking through the air, Tony Stark couldn't help but dodge. One of the battle suit parts brushed past him and hit the glass of the display cabinet behind him, directly embedding into it!
Tony Stark didn't have enough time to completely dodge the other battle suit part, so he could only raise his arm to block it.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal colliding rang out. After hitting the armor part on Tony Stark's arm, it directly flew out and hit the ceiling, breaking the lights.
"It might be a bit too fast. Slow down, slow down a little bit!"
Tony Stark hurriedly ordered Jarvis, but before he could finish his words, an armor part flew toward his head at a high speed. If he was hit by it, he would definitely end up in a miserable state. At the very least, he would lose his handsome face. Becoming a pig's head would be a light punishment, and maybe even his teeth would be knocked out!
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