More than an hour later, Tony sat up in bed.
He looked down at the circle of blue light on his chest, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, then nodded and said, "No problem, it's much more comfortable than I thought. I thought it would be as difficult as a girl's first time."
Ethan laughed: "No, your first time belongs to it." Then he shook the simple electromagnet connected to wires and batteries in his hand.
Tony sighed: "Okay, I remembered it wrongly. After all, I was still unconscious when you did this for the first time."
After a few quick jokes, the two started working again.
They don't have much time left.
As more and more parts are processed, the flaws will become bigger and bigger. We cannot put all our hopes on the lack of education of the bandits.
At this moment, looking at the surveillance footage in the cave, a slightly smarter bandit murmured in confusion: "Why doesn't this look like the photo at all?"
As he said this, his eyes moved back and forth between the photo of the Jericho missile in his hand and the parts on the surveillance screen.
The companion next to him came over and explained affirmatively: "Maybe it's an improved version? We are not an American military factory here, it's normal that the products are different."
The clever gangster still shook his head and insisted on his opinion: "Look at the tail of the missile. It really doesn't look like a Jericho missile."
The companion gestured with his hand and said, "You are so stupid. Look at it the other way around. Is it correct?"
The clever gangster turned the photo over with a half-believing look, and compared it for a moment: "Is that so? This is... really a bit similar."
His companion patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be suspicious. As long as they are working, there is no problem. Want a cigarette? I stole it from an American soldier last time."
The clever gangster's attention was finally diverted: "Give me one."
After lighting a cigarette, he no longer paid attention to the surveillance footage.
Just like what his companions said, as long as the American young master continues to work, it will be fine. Since everyone here is their people, he can't cause any trouble.
Two days later in the cave, Tony had finished making all the parts. He took out a stack of drawings, placed them on a glass plate, and turned on the light under the glass plate.
Ethan looked at the stacked drawings, which were originally unrelated and scattered, and pieced together a rough sketch of a steel armor. He couldn't help but exclaimed, "This is amazing."
Tony's eyes flashed with a burning light: "It is our only hope to get out alive."
"Let's get started, we don't have much time." He said, shuffling the drawings, throwing them away, and walking aside to assemble the armor.
While doing all this, he also thought of a certain black-headed guy, but he was definitely not grateful to that guy.
His Iron Armor was not copied from Batman's Armor.
However, in the cave where all the tools were very simple, he streamlined many designs of the armor, making some parts of this armor resemble Batman's armor.
For example, in terms of ugliness, it looks more like someone's armor.
He certainly wouldn't copy such an ugly design, it's just that the structure is too simple, which makes the two inevitably similar.
Besides, he wouldn't be grateful to Batman for the miniature arc shock reactor in his chest.
This was something his father had designed a long time ago, and he also successfully started the large arc shock reactor at home.
More than two months ago, in order to solve the power problem of the iron armor, he successfully miniaturized the arc oscillation reactor. The difference is that the previous reactor did not have the electromagnet function.
Privately, he named this reactor the Ark Reactor.
This is all due to his own efforts.
It was just that the appearance of the black-haired guy made him think of researching the Ark reactor in advance.
Maybe if I can get out alive this time, I won't bother Batman anymore? Of course, that's impossible.
At most, when I take off the guy's helmet, I will choose a place without onlookers so that he can continue to be mysterious. These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Tony's hands moved faster and faster.
Having assembled armor many times before, he is very familiar with this job.
Compared with the earliest Mark 1, this simple set of goods is like the difference between a worker building a building and a child playing with building blocks.
It doesn't need too many functions, it just needs to provide the most important protection function and a certain amount of attack power.
However, as the greatest hope in the desperate situation, Tony still named it Mark 0.
0, which not only represents that its technological level is lower than Mark 1, but also indicates that it was made in a cave from nothing.
An hour later, with the help of Ethan, Tony had basically put on the armor without any major problems.
Only some interfaces and parts were not handled perfectly, which caused slight scratches and pressure on certain parts, making him uncomfortable.
Resisting the urge to take out his dick, Tony called Ethan: "Start the startup program and activate the armor's energy system."
And just a few minutes ago, a bald man walked up to the surveillance camera and looked at the situation in the cave.
In just a moment, he noticed something was wrong and shouted, "Where's Stark? Where is he?"
The two drowsy bandits suddenly woke up with a start.
Turning around to see it was the bald man, they were all trembling with fear: "He, they have been working. We are watching, they have been busy all night and have not slept."
The bald man had a gloomy expression, and his eyes flashed with a ferocious light: "Point out where he is."
The two gangsters quickly looked at the surveillance camera, and the smart gangster immediately raised his hand and pointed: "Here, he is here. The workbench just covers his body. Look, he just took the tool handed to him by Ethan."
The bald bandit leader snorted coldly, still feeling something was wrong: "You two go call Olma immediately and ask him to go over and take a look." He raised his hand and pointed at the two bandits in front of the surveillance camera and gave the order.
"Okay, Boss Laza," the two bandits didn't dare to delay, they responded and got up and ran away.
The bald bandit leader Laza looked grimly as he looked at the surveillance screen again.
In the surveillance video, Ethan was nodding at the area blocked by the workbench, obviously talking to Stark, and operating a laptop in his hand.
It really looks like they are working.
But Laza's keen sense kept reminding him that something was wrong.
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At dawn, Luke arrived at the suspected base of the Ten Commandments Gang.
This time he did not rush in directly, firstly because it was daybreak and secondly because there were too many people inside.
Although he had been working very quickly in recent days, it was all at night and he had to conduct reconnaissance in advance before taking any action.
For the first time, he launched a medium-sized drone into the sky, which was several times larger than an ordinary small drone and used the model of a normal airplane.
This type of drone has more observation and aiming equipment and more powerful functions, making it suitable for use in complex areas with multiple targets.