The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Very good, Mr. Wilson, you are really good at flying, although you are still a little worse than me, but congratulations, you have joined the job. Stark shook Sam's hand, which was still wearing a glove, and the mask was upgraded. Sam smiled at him.

However, being a close combat armor tester is a bit of a waste of your talent. Stark changed the subject, walked to the experimental table, and pressed twice on the screen next to him.

The heavy armor on Sam's body was taken off, and he walked down from the mooring platform, but soon, he heard another buzzing sound of parts rubbing against each other, followed by a sound of breaking through the air.

Sam felt that his back was hit, and there was a sticky texture covering his back. When he turned his head, he saw a pair of wings made of steel appeared on his back, and behind him At the joint of the back, there is a sticky jelly-like object.

The biotech flying wing jointly developed by the Stark Group and the Osborn Group, the latest neural control version, buddy, you are lucky. Stark snapped his fingers and said.

The Osborne Group discovered that they were completely unable to compete with the Stark Group in terms of air transport vehicles, so they took the initiative to take a step back and began to develop single-person flying equipment. This is their latest achievement, and this project The group is looking for a tester with experience in the air.

Sam shook his shoulders, and a strange feeling came to his brain, as if, this pair of wings were limbs he already had. He slightly shrugged the muscles of his shoulders, and the wings on one side were flexible. There was a shudder, which made him let out a cry of surprise.

Rhode touched his chin and said, Why don't you hire Air Force pilots as testers? Their balance and reaction speed should be better?

Stark nodded and said: However, their muscle memory is also stronger. In essence, Air Force pilots are still pilots. The Air Force's training for them has made them instinctive to operate fighter jets, but this Instinct, however, may affect their adaptation to new devices, especially neurally controlled all-in-one devices.

Originally, I still wanted to cooperate with the Air Force to recruit a group of special pilots and train them from scratch. However, you gave me inspiration. Paratroopers may be a better choice. Stark spread his hands and explained. Dao: In the future, the technology used by Wing will focus more on safety. Since our ultimate goal is to popularize civilian use, we don't need testers who are too professional.

Although paratroopers do not have the sense of balance and responsiveness of real pilots, they are bolder, stronger in physical fitness, and better adaptable to high altitudes. Even if they don't fly any mechs, they can adapt to the air All kinds of emergencies.

As he said that, he walked over and punched Rhodes and said, I just said, we are the best partners.

Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen. Sam said: I think the size of this pair of wings does not match my figure, it is a bit too small, do you have bigger wings?

Stark raised his eyebrows at him and said, Dude, don't be too arrogant, that kind of big guy is not something your small body can adapt to.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, showing a hip-hop smile unique to black people, and said: My strength is not reflected in my figure. When I was serving in the Special Forces, I broke the highest height and record for three consecutive years. The longest parachute record, if not for some accidents, I retired too early, and I should be a lieutenant colonel by now.

Stark turned to look at Rhodes, Rhodes nodded and said: In the parachute team, Sam was excellent. He can parachute in any harsh conditions and any rough terrain. A sharp knife in the situation, you can trust his ability.

Stark pointed his finger, and Sam said, Okay, let's see the big guy...

After finishing speaking, he tapped the screen again, and the original mechanical wings on Sam's back were disconnected and fell to the ground. When Sam turned his head, he frowned when he saw the disgusting mucus, but There wasn't much reaction.

Soon, in his peripheral vision, a small black spot appeared outside the glass curtain wall, like a huge bird or an airplane. When the wings flew in along the parking platform, Sam Can't help but burst out a foul language.

The wingspan of this steel wing is more than ten meters. It has a double-layer wingspan structure and neatly arranged steel feathers, like sharp knives one after another, whizzing by with the sound of wind and airflow.

From the outside, this is a steel monster, and the slime near its control center is more like a bloody mouth, which is daunting.

I call it 'Angel'. That's right, the name comes from a mutant. Their family business is also involved in the development of civilian flight equipment. In fact, he is responsible for the control system connected to the nervous system. Design, that comes from his own flying experience.

Stark went to the previous case and explained: In the beginning, Osborne and I were not in favor of making such a large-scale flying device. After all, most ordinary people do not have such a physique and reaction ability to control such a large-scale flying device. Huge equipment.

But the angel suggested that the heavy wings may bring us a new superhero. The premise is to find a warrior who can control it. Do you think it will be you? Lieutenant Colonel Wilson?

Sam raised his head, pointed at the huge wings, raised one corner of his mouth, and said, Angel? No, that's too non-aggressive.

As he spoke, he stepped onto the platform and let the mucus wrap around his back, wrapping around his neck, forming a thin, tight fabric around the back of his head, spine, hips, and buttocks, stretching over the double-layered wings. The moment it was fully unfolded, he soared into the air.

I prefer to call myself 'Falcon' when I fly.

When the words fell to the ground, his huge wings fluttered lightly, and he soared in the sky of New York like a vigorous and graceful bird.

Your friend is really like you. Stark turned to look at Rhodes and said, Rhodes looked at Falcon's back and said, Even if you believe the person I recommend to you, there is no need In such a hurry, to give him such important equipment, tell me, what happened?

Stark sighed and said, If nothing else happens, it will take me a long time to adapt to life without Jarvis' assistance.

After all, if he is no longer my housekeeper, I have no reason to ask him to stay here to help me. He should have his own life. In other words, I have to learn to be self-reliant.

Pepper is also very busy recently, and he has no time to supervise me. Recently, Iron Man may not be able to maintain law and order in New York.

Peter is graduating soon and busy with his father-in-law, Matt and Erica went to Japan and haven't come back yet, Steve is busy catching up with his old friends, New York City deserves an extra capable superstar Hero.

Rhode rolled his eyes slightly and said, You have to pay Sam a high salary. This is not an easy job. It seems that I will be busy in the next period of time.

But, are you really going to let Jarvis leave you? Rhodes said very worriedly: I am very worried now, without Jarvis, you will starve to death, or die of thirst, or you will die suddenly by staying up late .”

I'm not a baby. Stark walked back to the laboratory table, while fiddling with the tools in his hand, he said, If he becomes a real life, he should have his own life instead of staying in Stark. In the building, circle around me, like before.

Rhodes looked into Stark's eyes quietly until he looked a little hairy. Finally, the black officer lowered his head and smiled, as if thinking of something, but he didn't explain more to Stark, but He waved his hand, turned and left.

Standing in front of the experimental bench, Stark looked a bit gloomy. While he was fiddling with the console, he seemed a little absent-minded.

After a while, he put down his work and turned to another workshop next to the laboratory.

There is a somewhat strange piece of equipment parked there, integrated with one wall, with instruments stored in semicircular metal cabinets on both sides, and a transparent cube-shaped display room in the center.

In the center of the cube, a mecha is parked. It is not accurate to say that it is a mecha, it is more like the body of a robot.

But unlike the complicated mechanical arms and consoles in the workshop where Stark made his own battle suits, there is no mechanical equipment for debugging the mechs.

Stark looked at the body quietly, and just as he was about to operate it, the communicator fixed by the door rang.

Stark walked over and pressed the communicator, and Nick's voice came from inside:

Tony, there is something that I feel the need to tell you. About a few days ago, your parents came to me and asked me about the development of the Andromeda galaxy. They wanted to take the nearest spacecraft to work in the Andromeda galaxy. .”

Howard has been in the SHIELD laboratory recently, helping the agents of the SHIELD to update their equipment. This is the work he has been doing before, but you also know that we cannot hide the development of alien galaxies. His, I didn't expect that he actually wanted to go to the Andromeda Galaxy.

Howard's attitude is quite firm, but I think I still need to inform you in advance that mutants can get along in the Andromeda galaxy because they are born with powerful abilities.

In our plan, there is still a long time before ordinary humans want to participate in the development work. The environment there is still very dangerous for ordinary people.

Howard strongly asked me to keep it a secret for him. Now, the last spaceship for the mutant trainees will take off in 10 minutes. Sorry, I failed to inform you in advance, because Howard asked me not to do this. As His old friend, that's all I can do for him.

But now, I will tell you their contact information. If you want to dissuade them, you'd better hurry up. It's still too late.

After speaking, the communication was hung up, and Stark didn't have time to ask any questions. He felt a surge of anger rising from his heart.

After receiving the message from Nick, he quickly dialed a series of numbers on the communicator with his fingers. Just after the communication was connected, he said to the other side:

Howard! Nick just told me that you are going to the Andromeda galaxy, and you still take the nearest spaceship, and leave immediately. How can you do this? You have only been back for a few days!

Do you know how dangerous it is? Mutants can go there, but it doesn't mean ordinary people can go there! The civilization there is very complicated, and there are no professional laboratories! If you go there, it's just land reclamation!

Also, those mutants have a bad temper, especially the leader Magneto, he might hurt you!

There are no decent students there who can serve as your assistants. Those mutants are all ignorant brats who can do nothing but make a mess of the lab!

Also, and...Maria must not be able to stand the climate there. She suffers from pharyngitis and asthma, and has to live in a humid and warm place, and the distance between the stars is not suitable, and the light is not enough...

Tony... Tony! Howard called Stark's name, interrupting his hasty tone. Stark stopped suddenly. child.

Tony, I know all about it. Howard's tone was calmer.

Then why are you going? Stark raised his voice and said in an unbelievable tone: You don't want to stay with me that much?!

Stark turned sideways, leaned his forehead against the wall, and closed his eyes in pain, circling many unspoken words in his heart.

After you came back, did what you saw made you so dissatisfied? Did I disappoint you so much? Are those good times really never coming back?

No, Tony, I'm leaving just because you're fine now...

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