Admiral in the Marvel Universe

Long Island, New York.

crackle ~ crackle ~

Tony Stark sat in front of the computer, tapping the keyboard with ten fingers quickly, and the melodious keyboard sound kept ringing, looking like a hard-working code writer.

However, on the holographic projection screen, the two portraits were fighting fast.

Miss! miss! miss!

On the holographic screen, red words flickered, announcing the failure of the attack. After a while, with a bang, a figure was directly blown away.

"Aha! Perfect!"

Just like a game fan playing a game to clear a level, Tony suddenly let go of the keyboard and shouted loudly.

"Damn it, after so long, the data model is finally made." Tony Stark let out a long sigh of relief.

"Congratulations, sir, but...although you have defeated the masked man in the data simulation, but with your physical fitness, it is impossible to withstand this level of battle. Your body will... be injured." Jarvis considered Said slowly in words:

"So are you considering unmanned armor?"

"Don't think about it." Tony Stark said categorically: "The great Tony Stark must defeat the masked man with his own hands. Wherever he falls, he must stand up."

"What's more, that bastard, he actually threatened me! He threatened me!"

Speaking of this, Tony Stark gritted his teeth, extremely angrily, and the mustache around his mouth shook quickly.

"Uh... sir, forgive my uprightness, you were the one who wanted to kill him first..."

"Shut up! Where are you standing?" Tony Stark said angrily.

"Okay, sir." Jarvis fell silent for a moment.

"This set of battle armor has a 100% victory rate against the masked man, um... reduce some excessive performance parameters, such as output arm strength, add some buffer protection materials, and increase peripheral weapons..."

"Record all these, precious inspiration ideas."

"Okay, sir."

At this time, Pepper, who was dressed in business attire, walked down the stairs with a folder in his arms:

"Tony, you should be on the other side of the world right now, and your plane has been waiting for you for an hour and a half."

"Oh? Really?" Tony Stark didn't lift his head:

"I can't figure it out. Since it's my private jet, it should be waiting for me. Why should I wait for him?"

"Dear Miss Potts, can you answer my question?"

"..."

Little Pepper was immediately speechless by what he said. He had no choice but to talk about another thing:

"Tony, the research on the Jericho missile has been completed. The board of directors asked you why so many valuable materials are consumed. Also, the company's cash flow. They hope we can issue a detailed financial statement."

"Tell them I'm working on a project that's more profitable than the Jericho missile, and as for the financial statements . . . no time."

"Tony, you can't do this..." Little Pepper was speechless for a while, it was really maddening to meet such a boss.

"Okay, reply to them as I said, and now, dear Miss Potts, I'm leaving."

...

Bahamas, the outer waters of Xinshenzhou Island.

A white medium-sized yacht was floating on the sea surface. At the stern, two huge silver-white angled cylinders were slowly turned upside down and lowered under the sea surface.

This thing is called a "mailbox", and it is actually two powerful sand blowers, which are used to blow away the sand on the seabed and help to find sunken ships buried deep in the seabed.

In the imagination of ordinary people, when a shipwreck sinks to the bottom of the sea, it will be docked on the seabed like this, and it will remain unchanged for thousands of years.

But in practice, this scores the case if the sinking ship landed on firm seafloor rock, regardless of mass and currents.

But here is a large piece of seabed sand, which is super soft and the ocean current is very strong. Under the influence of the two, a shipwreck will be completely buried in the sand on the seabed in less than two or three years.

Treasure hunters must use large sand blowers such as "mailboxes" to deal with the thick sand on the seabed. Otherwise, it would take years and months to dig out the sand by hand.

"God, I hope I won't return in vain this time." The two little furry kids drew crosses on their chests at the same time, closing their eyes and praying.

In the past four or five days, they have activated the "mailbox" more than a dozen times, but each time they failed.

"Don't worry, yes, it will succeed." On the side, Helen comforted her son, holding a camera in her hand, and kept taking pictures of the golden daggers, silver pistols, iron gun barrels, and ballast stones that she had found before. .

Treasure hunting is legally recognized, but treasure hunters must produce conclusive evidence to prove that the treasure was found by you.

"Mom, you can activate the mailbox." At this moment, Gwen's voice came from the intercom.

"OK."

Under the seabed, Cao Gui, George, and Gwen were wearing heavy diving suits and wide diving masks.

They set a mark on the sea sand, and through calculations, the approximate location of the sunken ship of the West Wind should be here... But this sentence has been said no less than ten times.

buzz buzz~

The large sand blower on the ship started to start, and the sea water began to stir, rushing straight to the sea surface. Suddenly, the sea sand rolled, and the originally clear and transparent sea water was cloudy, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Gwen flicked her flippers, swam to the distance, picked up the underwater camera and clicked it one after another, still the same sentence, take pictures to keep evidence.

About ten minutes later, the "mailbox" slowly stopped, and the tumbling sea sand in the seabed also slowly settled. The previously marked position was blown away by half a meter of sea sand.

"Father, Cao, did you find anything?" Two little furry kids kept asking questions in the headset.

George glanced at the sea bunker, and shook his head helplessly: "No, except for sand, it's all sand, and I didn't find anything."

"hateful……"

"We will go back to New York if we can't find it anymore. Do we really want to go back with regrets?"

"Ahhh, I'm so sorry."

On the boat, the two little furry kids almost went crazy. They found everything, but they didn't find the treasure.

However, in the sea bunker, Cao Gui took the suction tube from his back and kept poking it in the bunker. The data was calculated by him, and he was confident that there would be no mistakes... Ahem, the previous few times were not counted, After all, typhoons also exist in the western Atlantic Ocean. Who can explain this unstable factor clearly.

boom boom boom~

At this time, a dull and ethereal voice sounded, and Cao Gui cheered up: "Guys, I seem to have found something."

"Helen, put down the suction pipe, let's look for it again."

"Okay, here we come!"

Hearing this, several people were refreshed, and the sand suction pipe was quickly put down. Cao Gui took the sand suction pipe and sucked away part of the sea sand. After a while, a pitch-black piece of wood appeared in sight.

Cao Gui was immediately overjoyed: "Helen, the punctuation position is to the west...about 97°, use a sonar to detect it, and you should find it."

"I found it!" Soon, Helen provided feedback, her tone full of excitement: "From the outline, it looks like a ship."

"Activate the mailbox, we should be able to see the sunken ship soon." Cao Gui chuckled, Nice, and found another treasure.