Chapter 188

Ye Nan sat on the chair, his eyes slightly closed, his body swaying back and forth, very leisurely.

It had been three days since he entered the ICQ Egypt branch. The reporters outside were blocked by security guards and couldn't get in. Gradually, they dispersed. Because they didn't interview Ye Nan, many newspapers and radio stations in Cairo could only report casually that Ye Nan had arrived in Egypt.

"Brother." Smila's figure was projected in through a projector.

"What's wrong." Ye Nan opened his eyes suddenly, a flash of light in his pupils, which then disappeared without a trace.

"News came from the Terminator side. Stark is building a kind of humanoid armor. She has already scanned the design drawings and sent them over."

As soon as Smila's words fell, a design drawing appeared in front of her, "Although this design drawing seems rough, in reality, the power system inside is very high-end, which is something our LCQ company's technology cannot reach."

Ye Nan's gaze fell on the design drawing. After just a while, he shifted it away. For him, these design drawings were like a book from heaven, and he couldn't understand them at all.

"What if this design drawing is combined with the humanoid armor design drawing we snatched?"

Ye Nan inquired. Stark was just an ordinary person. He was able to become one of the superheroes, Iron Man, by relying on that Mark VI armor. The Mark VI armor was very powerful. If it were mass-produced, it could completely manufacture countless Iron Men, just like his Terminators.

However, this armor of Stark's was just a blueprint of the real Iron Armor Mark VI, and it was also a prototype paper.

Wanting to mass-produce the Mark VI required a certain amount of time to research and modify the design drawings. And Ye Nan's plan was to use this armor's design drawing and the humanoid armor design drawing snatched from the organization to combine them to form a brand-new armor.

"It will become a pile of waste. In fact, both man-made armor and humanoid armor are very bulky. Adding the two together will only produce a two-minus-two effect."

Smila answered: "Our mechanical experts have given comments that these two things can exert power on the battlefield, but if they encounter heavy firepower, they will only become targets."

"There are Terminators and Nemesis on the battlefield. What I want is man-made armor with strong individual combat capability. Is it possible to install the things in the two design drawings into the Terminator?"

Ye Nan thought for a while and proposed his concept.

Mark VI, its main purpose is individual combat. In this respect, although the Terminator is also very excellent, it is not as good as Iron Man. But the Terminator wins in energy mass production and does not need people to manipulate it. Ye Nan wanted to combine the advantages of the Terminator and the Mark VI Iron Armor to form a brand-new enhanced Terminator.

"Actually, the Terminator is already perfect." Smila said: "Except for the power system, this armor is not as good as the Terminator at all. If needed, its power system can be installed on the Terminator, and then equipped with some weapons, and the effect you want can be completed."

"It's just that there is no data about the power system in this design drawing, and we can't replicate it."

"I will solve the power system matter. You first let the experts in the base modify the Terminator, equip the Terminator with more powerful weapons, not just particle cannons, but also other weapons."

"The Terminator I need is not a weapon that can only fight on the ground, but an ultimate weapon that can fight in any environment. This environment also includes outer space."

"Outer space?" Smila hesitated for a moment, "If it's outer space, with the Terminator's current energy, I'm afraid it won't be competent."...

Outer space needs to solve not only the material problem but also the energy problem. The distance between planets is far beyond human imagination. If the Terminator wants to fight in outer space, relying only on the current energy, I'm afraid it won't work.

"That's why I'm going to find Stark. He can solve the energy problem for us." Ye Nan smiled, "Smila, tell me Stark's location later. I will go to pick him up personally. Presumably, his mood must be very bad now."

"Okay." Smila agreed, her voice suddenly becoming the size of a mosquito, "When will you be back? Sister Angela misses you."

"When I save Stark, I will be back."

Just as Ye Nan said, Stark's mood was very bad.

He was originally requested by the Egyptian military to test missiles. Because the transaction amount reached 500 million US dollars, he did not refuse. And the missile test plan went very smoothly. The power of the Jericho missile successfully deterred the Egyptian military, and the transaction was successfully reached.

However, on his way back, a nightmare occurred. Someone attacked the convoy and caught him in a dark cave.

"Damn, shouldn't there be sand everywhere in the desert? How can there be a cave? Where is this!" Stark complained, looking at the black iron block on his chest.

This was a magnet, installed for him by Yinsen.

His convoy was attacked, and metal fragments pierced into his body. These metal fragments entered his blood and, following the blood circulation, entered his heart. As long as they reached the heart, they would immediately take his life.

And the magnet, with the help of electrical energy, sucked the metal fragments in his blood, saving his life.

Later he learned that those who attacked him were a group of terrorists, and these terrorists wanted him to research and manufacture missiles for them.

"But I won't be manipulated like this. I will escape sooner or later." "Indeed, but before that, you should find a way to deceive them." Yinsen looked up at the camera above, "They are monitoring you at all times, and your man-made armor cannot turn into the shape of a missile. If they find something wrong, they will immediately come to check. By then, if you want to hide it, you won't be able to."

"Indeed." Stark looked at the camera above. It was this camera that monitored him at all times, making him unable to do other things.

"But I can only take one step at a time. Let's manufacture the parts first, and then assemble them. This way, when they find out, even if they want to stop it, it might be too late. Next, I can only pray that they are stupid enough."

"Instead of handing the result to an unknown future, it is better to hold the result in your own hands."

A piece of silvery-white liquid flowed in from behind the door. These liquids slowly condensed into a human shape. It was the Terminator T-1000.

"I am the Terminator, sent by Mr. Ye Nan to rescue you."

The Terminator T-1000 said coldly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't walk in directly." Yinsen looked up at the camera above, shook his head slightly, and sighed.

It was not easy to have a rescuer, but this rescuer exposed himself because of stupidity. He seemed to see a group of fierce terrorists rushing in and taking this beauty who called herself a Terminator out.

"If I were you, I wouldn't say that." Stark said, "I guess the camera above was tampered with by you."

"That's right, the picture seen by the organization is the picture I synthesized. That is to say, when you are chatting with me, what they see is the picture of you working hard." The Terminator's expression became lively, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ye Nan, and I am currently manipulating the Terminator to contact you through satellite signals."...

"You look very bad, Stark."

At this time, Stark's face did not have the playboy quality of playing in the world before, but rather a bit more maturity.

"Hi, it's Ye Nan." Stark greeted with a smile, "This is probably the best news I've heard in these days."

"How did you do it?" Yinsen asked excitedly.

Tampering with the camera meant they could do many things without worrying about being discovered.

"You don't need to know this. You just need to know that their camera was indeed controlled by me." Ye Nan shook his head. He was not stupid enough to reveal his company's secrets.

"It is indeed so."

"Okay, I won't say polite words. Since you are here to help me, help me find metal palladium." Stark said: "Although I have old metal palladium in my hand, it is not enough. Manufacturing a small arc reactor requires a large amount of metal palladium."

Using non-radioactive element metal palladium to heat up at high speed in circular motion, nuclear fusion produces nuclear energy, which is then converted into electrical energy, forming a small arc reactor to provide power for his armor. Theoretically, the more metal palladium, the greater the energy produced, and the longer the armor's battery life.

"Metal palladium should be toxic. Especially if you install it on your chest, the toxicity of metal palladium will slowly penetrate into your blood, and eventually you will die of heavy metal poisoning." Ye Nan shook his head, "The more metal palladium, the faster you will be poisoned. You are committing suicide."

"Actually, you can wait for me to save you. I am very happy to save you, this genius. The American people need you, the people of the world need you, and of course, my LCQ company also needs you."

"This is Egypt, there is desert everywhere. I can't go far in this state. No matter what, I need an arc reactor." Stark looked down at the magnet on his chest.

Now he couldn't leave the magnet for a moment. Once he left the magnet, the shrapnel would enter his heart because of the blood, making him die. As for carrying a car battery, that thing could only support him for five hours after leaving.

"Besides, waiting for others to save me is not my style."

"Remind you, this is not Egypt, this is Vietnam. You were attacked in Egypt and then transported to Vietnam."

"No wonder there is a cave here. It turns out this is Vietnam." Stark covered his forehead, making a gesture of being stunned, "If this is Vietnam, wanting to escape is probably even more difficult. And I haven't dealt with the Vietnamese military."

"Don't worry, I am rushing over to rescue you."

"Rushing over? Rescuing me? Okay, count it as me owing you a favor. Later, whatever reward you need, I can promise you, provided you don't open your mouth like a lion."

"But before that, we have to rely on ourselves."

Stark said: "Yinsen, go get the metal palladium from the other missiles. I will manufacture a small arc reactor and build a big guy."

"Shouldn't we wait for others to rescue us?" Yinsen asked.

Metal palladium is indeed poisonous. He also didn't want Stark, this genius, to die young because of heavy metal poisoning. He didn't want Stark to become the second Marie Curie.

"I said, I am not used to waiting for others to save me. Placing my hope on others is a stupid decision. It's like when the public encounters danger, they only hope the police will save them. In fact, the police are always late."