More than an hour later, Tony sat up in bed.
He looked down at the faint blue light on his chest, closed his eyes and felt it for a moment, nodded and said, "No problem, it's much more comfortable than I imagined, I thought it would be as difficult as a girl's fittime."
Ethan laughed: "No, your first time belongs to it." As he spoke, he shook the simple electromagnet connected to the wire and battery in his hand.
Tony let out a sigh: "Well, I remember wrongly, after all, I was still in a coma when you did this for the first time."
After a few simple 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 can't pin all our hopes on the ignorance of the gangsters.
At this moment, looking at the monitoring screen in the cave, a slightly smarter gangster murmured doubtfully: "Why doesn't this look like the photo at all?"
As he said this, his eyes scanned back and forth between the photo of the Jericho missile in his hand and the parts in the surveillance screen.
The companion at the side came over and explained affirmatively: "Maybe it is an improved version? We are not an American military factory here, so it is normal to make something different."
The clever gangster still shook his head and insisted on his own opinion: "Look at the tail of this bomb, it really doesn't look like a Jericho missile."
The companion gestured with his hand: "You are too stupid, look around, isn't it right?"
The clever gangster turned the photo around suspiciously, and compared it for a moment: "Is that so? It's... a bit similar."
The companion patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be suspicious, as long as they are working, there is no problem. Do you want to smoke? I got it from the American soldier last time."
The clever gangster finally shifted his attention: "Give me one."
After lighting a cigarette, his mind was no longer on the monitoring screen.
As my companion said, as long as the American young master continues to work, it's all right here anyway, and he can't make any monsters.
In the cave two days later, Tony had finished manufacturing all the parts before he took out a stack of blueprints, put them on a glass plate, and turned on the light under the glass plate.
Ethan looked at the sketch of a steel armor composed of irrelevant scattered patterns on the stacked drawings, and couldn't help but wow: "This, it's too powerful."
Tony's eyes flashed with burning light: "It is our only hope to get out alive."
"Let's start, we don't have much time." He said, messing up the blueprint, throwing it away, and went to the side to assemble the battle armor.
While doing all this, he also thought of a black charcoal head, but he was by no means grateful to that guy.
His Iron Armor didn't copy Batman's armor.
It's just that in the cave where all the tools are very simple, he simplified many designs of the armor, making this armor somewhat like Batman's armor.
For example, in terms of being ugly, it is more like someone's armor.
Of course, he would not copy such an ugly design, but the structure is too simple, resulting in the inevitable similarity between the two.
Also, he wouldn't be grateful to Batman for the tiny arc shock reactor on his chest.
This was something his father had designed a long time ago, and he had successfully activated 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 shock reactor. The difference is that the previous reactor did not have an electromagnet function.
In private, he named this reactor the Ark Reactor.
It all depends on his own efforts.
It's just that the appearance of the black charcoal head made him think of researching the ark reactor in advance.
Maybe if he can get out alive this time, he won't bother Batman in the future? That is of course impossible.
At most, when you uncover that guy's helmet by yourself, choose a place where there are no onlookers, so that this guy can continue to pretend to be mysterious. These thoughts flashed away, and the movements in Tony's hands became faster and faster.
He has already assembled battle armor many times, and he is familiar with this kind of work.
Compared with the earliest Mark 1, this set of simple goods is like the difference between a worker repairing a building and a child building blocks.
It doesn't need too many functions, it can provide the most important protection function, plus a certain amount of attack power.
However, as the best hope in the desperate situation, Tony still named it Mark 0.
0, which means that its technical level is lower than Mark 1, and it also shows that it is manufactured from a cave with nothing.
An hour later, with the help of Ethan, Tony basically put on the armor without any major problems.
Only some interfaces and parts are not handled perfectly, and some parts are slightly scratched and pressed, which makes him uncomfortable.
Resisting the urge to take out his little Dick, Tony greeted Ethan: "Start the activation process and activate the energy system of the armor."
And just a few minutes ago, a bald head walked up to the monitor and watched the situation in the cave.
In just a moment, he noticed the abnormality, and shouted: "Where is Stark? Where is he?"
The two gangsters who were a little drowsy shivered and woke up suddenly.
Turning their heads to see that it was a bald head, they all trembled: "He, they have been working. We are watching, they have been busy all night and have not slept."
The bald man's face was gloomy, with a murderous gleam in his eyes: "There, tell me where his people are."
The two gangsters quickly looked at the monitor, and the smart gangster immediately raised his hand and pointed: "Here, he is here. The workbench covers his body. Look, he just took the tool from Ethan."
The bald bandit leader snorted coldly, but still felt that something was wrong: "You two immediately call Olma and let him go over to have a look." He pointed to the two bandits in front of the surveillance and ordered.
"Okay, Boss Laza." The two gangsters didn't dare to delay, so they got up and ran away.
The bald bandit leader Raza looked at the surveillance screen again with a serious expression.
In the surveillance, Ethan was nodding towards the area blocked by the workbench, obviously talking to Stark, and still operating the laptop in his hand.
It looked like they were working.
Ke Laza's keen sense kept reminding him that something was wrong.
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At dawn, Luke arrived at the place where the Ten Commandments Gang was suspected to be stationed.
This time he didn't rush in directly. Firstly, it was dawn, and secondly, there were too many people inside.
Although he rushed to the field very quickly in recent days, it was all at night, and he had to scout beforehand.
A medium-sized drone that is several times larger than ordinary small drones, using a normal aircraft model, was put into the sky by him for the first time.
This kind of drone has more sighting equipment and stronger functions, and is suitable for use in complex areas with multiple targets.