In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1072: Father and Son (1)
"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"
"Very well, 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 gauntlets, The visor lifted, and 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 At the connection with his back, there are some sticky jelly objects.
"The biotechnology 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 Osborn Group discovered that they were completely unable to compete with the Stark Group in terms of air transportation tools, 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 team needs a tester with air flight experience.”
Sam shook his shoulders, and a strange feeling came to his brain, as if, these wings were limbs he already had, he slightly shrugged his shoulder muscles, His wings shook flexibly, causing him to let out a scream.
Rhode touched his chin and said, "Why don't you find Air Force pilots to be 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 may affect their adaptation to new devices, especially neural-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 shared Kaishou explained: "In the future, the technology used by Wings will focus more on security. 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. It can adapt to various emergencies in the air.”
Speaking, 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. 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 blacks, and said: "My strength is not reflected in my body. The highest altitude and longest parachute record, if it weren't for some accidents, I would have retired too early, and I should be a lieutenant colonel by now."
Stark turned his head 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 for all kinds of emergencies, you can trust his ability.”
Stark gave a finger, and Sam said, "Okay, let's see the big guy..."
After finishing speaking, he tapped the screen again, the original mechanical wings on Sam's back were disconnected and fell to the ground, Sam turned his head and saw the disgusting mucus, he frowned Eyebrow, but there was no big reaction.
Soon, in his peripheral vision, a small black spot appeared on the outside of the glass curtain wall, like a huge bird, and also like an airplane, which flew in along the parking platform. At that time, Sam couldn't help but burst into 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.
From the outside, it looks like a steel monster, and the slime around its control center is more like a **** mouth, which is daunting.
"I call it 'angel', that's right, the name comes from a mutant, whose family business also participated in the research and development of civilian flight equipment, in fact, he was responsible for the connection of the nervous system The design of the control system comes from his own flying experience."
Stark stepped forward 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 physical fitness and responsiveness. to control such a huge device.”
"But this 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 and tight fabric on the back of his head, spine, hips and buttocks. The moment the double-layer wings were fully deployed, he soared into the air.
"When I fly, I prefer to call myself 'Falcon'."
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 to be in such a hurry to give him such important equipment, tell me, what happened?"
Stark sighed and said: "If there is no accident, 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, let alone take care of 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 should have one more competent A living superhero."
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'm very worried now, without Jarvis, you will starve to death, or die of thirst, otherwise Just staying up late and dying suddenly."
"I'm not a baby." Stark walked back to the laboratory table, fiddling with the tools in his hand, and said, "If he becomes a real life, he should have his own life instead of staying in the In Stark Tower, circle around me, like before."
Rhode 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 do anything to Stark. Explain, but waved his hand, turned and left.
Stark, who stood in front of the experiment table, looked a little gloomy. While he was fiddling with the operation table, 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 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.
However, 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 mechas.
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, I feel the need to tell you something. About a few days ago, your parents came to me and asked me about the development of the Andromeda galaxy. Constellation work."
[A novel that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book chasing artifact, and old bookworms are using it to change sources,]
" Howard has been in the laboratory of SHIELD recently, helping the agents of SHIELD to update their equipment. This is the work he has been doing before, but you, you also know, our development of alien systems, I can't hide it from him, and I never thought that he would actually want 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 transporting 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, I can only help him with this favor."
"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, Stark didn't have time to ask any questions, he felt a wave of anger rising from his heart.
Received the message from Nick, he quickly dialed a series of numbers on the communicator with his fingers, and just after the communication was connected, he said to the other side:
"Howard! Nick just told me that you're going to the Andromeda Galaxy ~IndoMTL.com~ and you're taking the nearest spaceship and leaving immediately. How can you do that? You've only been back for a few days!"
"Do you know how dangerous it is? Mutants can go there, but it doesn't mean that ordinary people can go! The civilization there is very complicated, and there are no professional laboratories! You go there, and it's just reclamation! " "
"Besides, those mutants have a bad temper, especially the leader Magneto, he might hurt you!"
"There aren't any decent students there who can serve as your assistants, and those mutants are all ignorant brats who can do nothing but make a mess of the lab! "
"Besides, and...Maria must not be able to stand the climate there. She suffers from pharyngitis and asthma, and needs 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 suddenly stopped. Children who want candy.
"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 some 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..."
"Because of me????"