In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 47: Off-site technical guidance

Schiller and Stark stand together in front of a damaged Mark 2 mech.

Stark said: "Listen, the problem now is that the braking system here is completely broken, and we need to fix it before we can rebuild it."

As he spoke, he picked up the wrench and walked forward, and began to knock on the mech.

Standing behind him, Schiller mentally said to the symbiote, "No, no, you can't eat his brain."

"But his head looks delicious, it's really delicious, and it smells delicious."

"But..."

Schiller put his hands on his hips and put his hands on his forehead. He restructured his language and said, "You can't eat people's brains, because..."

Schiller paused for a long time, he thought, well, although this race looks weird, but the taste is surprisingly consistent.

"Eat his brain, we can do it ourselves," said the symbiote.

"No!"

"Okay..."

Stark still didn't notice it. He tinkered for a long time, then tapped the railing next to him with a wrench, changed the place, and continued tinkering while saying: "Magic armor? This sounds really good, I I think this is a special kind of atomic force, what do you think is the best form of application? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?"

Schiller asked in his head: "... what is the best form of application? Oscillation or extreme compression?"

"It's breaking down and rebuilding," said the symbiote.

"It's decomposition and reconstruction," says Schiller.

As he said that, he directly pressed his hand on the unrepaired joint, a large piece of parts flickered for a moment, and when it returned to its original position, it was already brand new.

Stark stood up, his eyes widened, and he folded his arms and said, "The so-called magic you mentioned seems to be much stronger than your demonstration of weightlessness."

"It's me, I'm good, I'm good, I'm good..." The symbiote started screaming in Schiller's mind again.

Schiller said: "Okay, okay, you are the best."

He has to say that the symbiote is better than magic. After all, his current magic ability is only low-level, and it can be used to bluff people.

"Shrink the armor down, it can be small," the symbiote said in Schiller's mind.

"Shrink the armor down," Schiller said.

"Of course I have considered this matter. My Mark 5, in the subsequent version, was originally intended to be compressed into a suitcase, but it has not been fully developed yet, and it is not possible to carry it around at will for the time being. .”

"I think the suitcase plan is a bit conservative."

"Can it be smaller?"

"Of course."

"How small do you think it can be compressed?"

Schiller asked the symbiont in his mind: "How small do you think it can be compressed?"

"A bottle of fear venom."

"Can it be compressed into a small bottle of fear venom?" Schiller asked.

"I want to drink." The symbiote said

Schiller rolled his eyes angrily, and he will bargain again.

After the symbiont happily drank a bottle of wine, he said, "A cigarette can be compressed to the size of a cigarette."

After Schiller told Stark, Stark walked around the room a little excitedly, he said: "This is indeed atomic-level structure and reorganization. A cigarette is even smaller, perhaps even reaching the nanometer level..."

"Can it be smaller than a cigarette?" Schiller asked in his head.

"Okay, but the deployment would explode," the symbiote said.

So Schiller said to Stark: "It can actually be made smaller, but I can't guarantee that it will be safe to expand."

Stark said: "In short, let's start, come up with a technology that transcends the times, and then I will throw all the old versions of the armor to the military, let them help me deal with the garbage, Also saves me money on e-waste disposal, Pepper will be happy."

"There are really too many benefits of being able to arm at any time!" Stark clenched one hand into a fist and beat the palm of the other hand, and said, "And I can even take the full body of Jarvis Stuffed into a mobile phone, a mobile phone with such a powerful smart housekeeper, can you believe it?"

Schiller said: "...God bless Jarvis."

After a while, Stark put the worn-out Mark 2 off the shelf. Before he could see it clearly, a gray fog flashed, and the Mark 2 disappeared.

Then Schiller appeared again, holding a metal cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark, Stark: "That's it?"

"Otherwise what else do you want?"

"There shouldn't be any casting spells... I mean, like rituals, and staffs..."

"No, that's too low-end," Schiller said.

Stark blinked, he suddenly had infinite good expectations for magic.

But later, this kind of expectation almost drove Strange crazy, he was just a mage, how could Iron Man treat him as an omnipotent God, no matter what he did, Iron Man always looked like a Let's leave it to the omnipotent magic' look!

Hearing that the Supreme Sorcerer needed preparations for casting spells, Stark called Strange a "low-end mage", and Strange was so angry that he almost broke his staff.

No matter how Schiller's performance breaks Strange, who will get along with Iron Man in the future, Stark is very surprised by him now. He said: "How do I turn it into a mecha? Wear it on your body?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "How will he turn it into a mech? How will he wear it?"

The symbiote hiccupped and said, "Think about it in your head."

Schiller said: "Think about it in your head."

Stark froze for a moment, then hesitantly recalled the original armed method of Mark 2 in his mind.

Almost instantly, the Mark 2 was worn on his body. This change has no process, it is almost a reorganization at the atomic level.

Stark said: "What is this principle?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "What the **** is this principle?"

The symbiote said: "Mind disturbance."

Schiller said to Stark: "Mind disturbance."

"Are you talking about brain waves or something? Or bioelectricity?"

The symbiote in Schiller's mind was a little confused, and seemed unable to answer the question, so Schiller said: "Please don't use science to explain magic, as long as it works."

Stark was scratching his heart, wishing to start researching immediately, so he turned his face and said to Schiller as if he didn't recognize anyone: "Okay, okay, I understand, your magical magic, you Wait, sooner or later I will use it better than you."

Then he saw off the guests.

Schiller was almost invited out of Stark Tower, but he was not angry, as Stark always did, once the experimental addicts ignored everything.

As soon as he returned to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him. Steve said hello and said, "Nick asked me to run some errands. He wants to see you. I think it might be with Stark." related matters.”

Then Schiller shouted into the air: "10 million dollars an hour, how about it? Director Nick?"

"You're talking like a lion." A voice suddenly came from the mobile phone hanging on Steve's waist.

Schiller shrugged and said, "Well, I originally wanted to invoice you for 100 million."

The other side was silent for a while, and then said: "A 50 million late fee invoice is attached..."

"A deal," Schiller said.

Not long after, Schiller came to the International Reception Center of S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick, who was wearing a blindfold, shook hands with Schiller, and then they sat down facing each other. Cup of coffee, espresso for Schiller.

Schiller drank down the coffee, but Nick picked up the cup and drank it slowly. Schiller said first: "Let's talk about the business first, or issue the invoice first?"

"Let's invoice first." Nick said,

After a while, Nick asked him: "I know Stark gave mecha technology to the military, but it doesn't matter, we don't want those mechas."

"What you want is him."

"SHIELD was created by his father."

"If you mention this to him now, you will never want him to join in this life."

"Also, let him join, you go talk to him, don't come to me, it's useless to find me, I'm just a psychiatrist, not his father."

"We didn't ask you to persuade Stark. We also know that he won't listen. What do you think of our idea? A team composed of people with special abilities?"

"Not bad in itself, but depends on who they work for."

"Isn't it for SHIELD?"

"So who does S.H.I.E.L.D. work for?"

Nick frowned, and decisively bypassed the topic, he said: "Well, we would like to invite you to join..."

"You also said that it is a team composed of people with special abilities. I am just an ordinary person, and I have never jumped more than 3 meters."

Nick opened his mouth, he thought Schiller was taking him for a fool ~IndoMTL.com~ Listen, we don't care how you disappeared and suddenly appeared a few hundred meters away, and we don't care about the one with the Canadian accent Where did the yellow-haired rat come from? You can also ignore your accurate and terrifying psychological analysis, but a certain neurologist told us that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen..."

Schiller said to the symbiont in his mind: "In the future, you can't eat other people's brains at will, except Strange's."

Schiller said: "Do you believe in magic in this world?"

"Some scientific power has created these people with special abilities, so I also believe that there will be other powers that have created other people. Are you one of them?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think, I can use a piece of information in exchange for my own freedom."

"About what? Magic?"

"That's right, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to find out where a missing network in New York is connected to."

Nick frowned, but Schiller said nothing more to him.

The wireless network of the New York Temple should still rely on the network system of modern people, not some magical network, but they used magic to cover up the way to access this network.

If Nick had the heart to investigate, he would definitely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller didn't forcefully refuse is that in the various major events that will follow, the Avengers will have to rely on the Avengers to save the world. He won't deal with those enemies by himself. Hulk shook his fist.

At most, he would provide a little help for his own safety, so he had to keep in touch with these superheroes so that he could be a fresh and refined...shit stirrer in future events.