Chapter 1066

The winter atmosphere near Christmas finally gave birth to some bustle of the mundane world from the cold and silence. Outside the balcony, a flying shuttle loaded with passengers passed by from time to time, adding some unique vitality to the early morning.

Shiler still lived in Eddie's place, not because he didn't want to move back to his clinic, but because both of the only two places he had in New York had accidents.

The Arkham Asylum air train station was almost finished, but Jarvis suddenly pulled the switch, causing the project to stop urgently. Although it was soon taken over by the subsequent automated engineering machinery, the promised noise-reduction device wasn't added. Even if it ran, there would be a loud sound, and Shiler couldn't rest well at all.

The small clinic in Hell's Kitchen was also blown up. Eddie took Bob to get medicine last time, and Bob directly threw the bomb he intended to use to blow up the flying shuttle into the basement.

Later, Bob had evil intentions toward the room full of expensive medicine in the small clinic. In the middle of the night, he wanted to break into the clinic to steal medicine. As a result, because he had no experience and went in the middle of the night, when he broke into the basement, he accidentally detonated the bomb, blowing himself half to death and also causing the clinic structure to collapse, making the entire ground floor uninhabitable.

Shiler could only continue to borrow a room at Eddie's. But fortunately, because Eddie earned a lot of money as an editor-in-chief and was willing to downgrade his consumption, renting a house on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, for the same price, he could rent a larger house.

The house Eddie rented now had three bedrooms and two living rooms and even two large balconies. Although it belonged to a relatively old-fashioned apartment building, just in terms of area, living with him, Shiler, and Thor was completely no problem.

On the morning a few days before Christmas, Shiler got up at 5:30 in the morning according to his quite punctual biological clock. After getting up, he took medicine for the first time. Of course, it wasn't the painkillers he used to numb his brain before, but some anti-anxiety drugs.

Of course, due to the existence of gray fog, Shiler didn't have any physiological lesions, so these drugs became placebos. He took them whenever he remembered, and if he didn't remember, forget it.

Shiler took the sleeping cap off the top of his head, came to the bathroom, washed up simply, and then began to rummage through the ingredients in the refrigerator and prepared to make breakfast.

Just at this time, the door was suddenly knocked. Listening to the urgent knocking sound of "dong dong dong" coming from outside the door, Shiler frowned.

He knew that it couldn't be a courier or a newspaper delivery person. There was no door-to-door delivery service in this block. Even if there were, they wouldn't knock on the door in this way, as if you were one second late opening the door, the other party would immediately open fire.

Shiler put down the lettuce he was holding, walked to the door, opened the door, and discovered that standing outside the door was Stark, who was bruised and swollen.

Shiler tilted his head, looked at the air above his head, then rubbed his eyes, and then closed the door with a "bang."

Opening the door again, Stark slowly retracted his hand that wanted to continue smashing the door. After confirming that this wasn't a hallucination, Shiler looked Stark up and down and discovered that his current state wasn't very good.

First, Stark was wearing a special battle suit, which was different from the battle suits with nano-technology and compression folding technology he had researched before. It was more like an original version of an armed battle suit, that is, one that you had to walk into yourself for the battle suit to close and work.

Moreover, even this original battle suit wasn't very complete. Stark only wore the breastplate and the left arm armor. The entire right arm armor and the left hand armor were all gone, and the leg armor was only worn neatly on one side, while the other side had completely disappeared from below the knee.

Shiler opened his mouth. Before some more tricky words were about to blurt out, seeing the wound on Stark's face, he still purified his language slightly and then spoke: "Recently, are you interested in holding a fashion show for all your mechas?"

Stark stretched out the hand without the hand armor, touched the wound on his face, took a cold breath, and then, he looked at Shiler and showed a brilliant smile. Shiler also looked at him and showed a smile, but didn't have any intention of moving aside at all. Therefore, Stark could only stretch out two fingers, pinch them together, and say: "A small experimental error."

"What's going on?" Eddie walked out rubbing his eyes, opening one eye and closing the other, his eyebrows one high and one low. When Shiler turned to look at him, he happened to step aside, and Stark squeezed into the door with a "whoosh."

Eddie licked his lips, looked at the disheveled Stark from head to toe, and Venom's voice came from his mouth:

"Judging from the area of damage to your battle suit and the direction of the scratches, you should have just been knocked over by a large truck. Before mocking you, I must ask you a question: didn't your mother teach you not to knock on the door so hard before confirming that no one is sleeping in the room?!!!!!!!!!"

Looking at the saliva sprayed by Venom, Stark stepped back two paces with some disgust, wiped the surface of his battle suit with his hand, then reached out and gestured on his own body, looking at Shiler and Eddie with a surprised gaze, saying: "Didn't you discover anything special about this new battle suit?"

"Especially broken, does that count as special?" Shiler turned around, didn't look at Stark, walked back to the refrigerator, and began to pick ingredients to cook.

"This is a battle suit made of a molten steel and vibranium alloy. This is my first molten steel vibranium alloy battle suit!" Stark raised his tone to introduce: "In the past, no one had ever been able to refine these two metals into an alloy, but I succeeded!"

Eddie touched his face and said: "Let's not mention whether anyone had been able to do it in the past, are you sure... you succeeded?"

Stark looked down at his slightly disheveled image. He touched his nose and then said: "This is a test version. The properties of this alloy are a bit more difficult to control than I imagined. Certain parts of the parts aren't particularly fit, and the cooperation between them is also a bit lacking in tacit understanding..."

"But it doesn't matter, this is exactly the purpose for which I made it! I came here today, just hoping to invite you to give a loud and nice name to this souvenir of a milestone progress in materials science!"

At this time, Thor, who was woken up, walked out with his hands on his hips. He was bare-chested, his body full of smooth muscle lines like those carved by a knife and axe. He shook his full head of golden hair, narrowed his eyes, looked at Stark, and said: "... You crashed?"

Stark immediately jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and shouted: "What do you mean crashed?!! This is just a small mistake in the test stage!!!"

"Alright, it just crashed." Thor walked to the side of the island counter in the kitchen, took the ice beer handed over by Shiler, opened the pop-top can, poured it into his mouth, wiped the salad dressing on his beard, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Stark stood where he was and sighed, looked down at his toes, where the shoe on the foot without the foot armor was already broken.

Stark coughed twice and said seemingly unintentionally: "Then, is this a post station you opened for friends? The great Stark has descended here, shouldn't you provide some small help in maintenance and upkeep?"

Eddie also walked to the cutting board. Shiler happened to bring over a plate of celery. The two huddled together. Shiler looked back at Stark and whispered: "It's estimated that he crashed halfway through the flight. His image is too disheveled, so he doesn't have the face to go back to see his father..."

Eddie took a piece of celery, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and while chewing, said: "I think it's more likely that he doesn't have the face to go see Pepper..."

The two nodded together, while Stark stood at the door and shouted at them: "Don't think I can't hear!... Can't you find me a pair of shoes before chatting?"

Thor, who was lying on the sofa drinking beer, pointed to the shoe cabinet at the door and said: "The second layer from the bottom, slippers, shoe covers, and sneakers are all there."

Stark limped to the shoe cabinet, took out a pair of brand-new disposable slippers with his armored hand, put them on, and walked swaggeringly to the sofa, sitting next to Thor.

Thor's hands were on the back of the sofa. He turned to look at Stark and asked: "How is Jarvis?"

Stark rested his elbows on his knees, touched the stubble on his chin with his hand, and spoke: "I decided to delete Jarvis's underlying protocol. What do you think?"

"I'm not a human, so I don't have any opinions to express, but I think it's best not to let too many people know about this. Humans are really too suspicious. They won't be willing to hand over so many important data to a robot with independent consciousness." Thor walked to the island counter, took another can of ice beer, and handed it to Stark.

"I believe in Jarvis." Stark opened the beer and drank a mouthful, hissed from the cold, and then said: "However, what you said also makes sense. Therefore, I didn't intend to tell anyone except you guys. You also have to help Jarvis keep it a secret..."

Eddie put the vegetable salad he had just made on the coffee table and patted Stark on the shoulder. Stark turned his head to look at him.

Eddie walked back and said: "Originally, I also felt that an intelligent life with independent consciousness wasn't that reliable, but thinking about it carefully, handing these data to Congress, the military, or private groups is even less reliable. It's better to hand it to Jarvis."

"Speaking of which, what's going on with this battle suit?" Thor reached out and patted Stark's arm attached with battle armor, saying: "It looks a bit different. Compared to the battle suits you originally developed that are more convenient to wear, it looks heavier, stronger, and seems to have some other functions..."

"You really have a good eye." Stark immediately became happy. Thor "pfft" and said: "Don't treat the gods of Asgard as bumpkins who haven't seen the world. Asgard has already experienced these stages that human technology has gone through."

"In fact, we have also developed similar individual armaments and made some achievements. The Destroyer was one of them. It's just that later we discovered that our individual quality was too strong, so no matter what kind of armament it was, it would only drag down our agility, so we gave up this path."

Stark snapped his fingers, drank another mouthful of ice beer, and said: "You hit the nail on the head. This new battle suit is officially referenced from the Destroyer."

"Before, I was always pursuing armament speed, as well as the lightness and flexibility of the battle suit. But now, I discovered that I need a set of heavy armor to strengthen my close-quarters combat ability, and it can also be used to control the other party when necessary..."

"Thanks to the gifts of nature, the Destroyer battle suit gave me a lot of inspiration. In addition, the breakthrough in materials science brought about by the successful refining of molten steel and vibranium alloy is also a necessary factor for the successful research and development of this battle suit..."

"More importantly..." Stark became more and more excited as he spoke, and his tone gradually became high-pitched: "The previous nano battle suits and folding battle suits were more applicable to humans with combat experience, but this kind of battle suit is more suitable for autonomous combat..."

"And, not just combat, as long as an AI intelligent enough is loaded, it can complete many space tasks for humans, allowing precious space personnel to be safer and exert greater effects..."

"So, you were wearing such an advanced, high-tech, cross-era battle armor and crashed into a truck?... And didn't win?" Thor asked.

"I said it!! This is just a test version!!!" Stark stood up and roared: "And, these missing parts have an automatic path-finding function. They will be back soon!"

"Whoosh—bang! Boom!"

A black shadow broke through the glass, drew a beautiful straight line in the air, and hit Stark's nose squarely.

The three turned their heads and cast their gaze on the faceplate part that had just flown up and achieved a fatal blow.

And Stark took the part stained with nosebleed off his face with a trembling arm. In his blur, he saw Thor and Eddie's heads leaning over, while on Shiler's side, a mobile phone camera was extended.

With a "click," Shiler retracted his mobile phone. Stark, lying on the ground, widened his eyes. Shiler walked over, squatted beside his head, shook his mobile phone, and said:

"If you don't hope that the recipient of this text message of mine is Howard or Pepper, shouldn't you consider increasing the budget for your health and medical treatment in the next quarter?"

"Shiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"