American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

"That's it?" Snooker was a little surprised. He had already prepared that Luke might put forward some harsh requirements, such as a renunciation contract or something, but the result was just to build a security team for him? This is not to say that it is too difficult.

Instead, he said that it was too simple. It was so simple that he couldn't believe it.

"Besides your experience and skills, what else do you have that I value? Your connections in the military? Do you still have any?" Luke chuckled, "In the future, your team can serve as a military

Refer to the template. After I update it for you, maybe the equipment you have eliminated can still be sold at a high price?"

"After signing the new contract, can I control that big guy?" Snooker pointed at the semi-finished mechanical creation that was still being tested.

"That's just a test product." Luke spread his hands and told the truth: "It has little practical use, but it's still very bluffing." If it wasn't too wasteful, it would crowd out other aspects of Hyperion's research funds.

, Luke still really wants to build a really big guy. But considering that this world does not have a chrysanthemum beast, building such a big mecha, apart from smashing it into his own hands to show off his technological strength, it seems that it is also

There is only one way to recover blood by splitting up supporting technologies and selling them.

"Experimental object?" Snooker was a little shocked. He looked again at the mechanical creation full of technological beauty and violence, and then looked at Luke who looked helpless. For a moment, he couldn't tell what Luke was.

Are you being sarcastic, or do you really think so in your heart?

"Don't look at it. Those are just used as a cover for others to see." Luke shouted, leading him towards the interior of the laboratory.

"I always thought that military industry technology depends on Stark Industries." Snooker spoke more and even sighed. As a war soldier, if you want to ask him about the products of military industry companies that he is most familiar with and most willing to use, there is no point.

Questions, at least eight out of ten soldiers will answer Stark Industries. Stark Industries' product Snoke has been personally verified and it is indeed easy to use.

"Tony Stark and his father Howard Stark are indeed extraordinary geniuses. Their products are naturally far superior to others." Luke didn't want to say anything more on this matter.

Nok came to the next place.

"This is what I have prepared for you. It's a bit hasty. Your equipment still needs to be made." Luke looked at the steel suit in front of him and said with some dissatisfaction.

However, Snooker had no intention to pay attention to what Luke said. If the mechanical creation just now looked like a semi-finished product, what he saw now was a naked metal steel suit that had not been painted in any way.

It's like a perfect work. Even if its maker is not satisfied, it doesn't affect Snooker's own inner vision.

"Will it work?" Snooker couldn't wait to test this piece of work for himself. Luke shook his head without hesitation: "This is a prototype built with my body shape."

"Okay." Snooker was a little disappointed.

"Your body data has been collected just now. The new arm is a version customized specifically for you. It has more functions, so you need to wait a little longer. If you really can't wait, I can arrange for someone to prepare a simple one for you first.

as a backup." Luke said.

Snooker touched his broken arm, shook his head and said, "No need, I can wait."

When leaving, he looked back at the prototype machine that Luke said, "Do you need this level of equipment for your security? Equip it for a team? If this team wears it and is equipped with some weapons, it will be enough to launch an attack."

A small war, a small country fell."

"Who do you think I will face in the future?" Luke glanced at Snooker strangely.

Hydra, various viruses or mutants produced by research, various troublesome underground organizations, and a bunch of weird believers of the so-called dimensional demon god, plus mages, maybe even his possible teammates in the future

, this is just an earth. This planet is too dangerous. With Luke's cautious mind, it is worth treating it with any caution.

Snooker was a little stunned by what he saw.

…

Another week has passed.

The test site at the Luke Laboratory base in the Heibolun Industrial Park.

Snooker's steel suit opened, revealing his slightly panting face.

"How long?" Snooker asked the researcher who was recording the data.

"Ten minutes." The researcher in question responded quickly.

"Only ten minutes?" Snooker sighed, feeling the sore muscles all over his body.

"Being able to maintain the fourth level of synaesthesia for ten minutes is already remarkable." The researcher admired Snooker very much. As a core researcher at Hybolon who has the right to participate in many confidential studies, he was very surprised by what Luke had done.

The synaesthesia system that he improved and redesigned after his return was astonishing to him and he also had a deep understanding of it.

The machinery is closely integrated through the neurons of the human body so that one can control the machinery with the arms and fingers just like controlling one's own limbs. This stage is divided into five stages of the synaesthesia system.

At the first stage, it feels a bit awkward and requires the assistance of an intelligent system to control one's own suit.

In the second stage, you can control your body like a normal person, without any so-called delay.

In the third stage, you can combine the suit itself with the intelligent subsystems in the suit, and you will experience the deus ex machina. You yourself are a machine, and the functions such as facial features are changed into technological organs such as radar.

Feeling. Both data processing and responsiveness will be improved by a whole level.

The fourth stage is a more in-depth integration stage, which can bring out all the performance and strength of the suit 100%, even overclocking. In this stage, a lot of physical strength will be consumed to bear the pressure brought by the performance of the overclocked suit.

As well as the mental pressure caused by massive data processing. At this stage, both the people and the suit itself are in a state of overload.

The highest stage of the current test is the fourth stage. However, in the minds of many informed researchers, this stage is already inhuman. Because the deeper the synaesthesia stage, the more closely it is integrated with the suit and the intelligent subsystem. Although

The more powerful the performance and combat effectiveness of the suit can be, the greater the pressure on the neurons and body will be.

Therefore, the researcher sighed: "For those who have taken the test, the best result is just crossing the threshold of the third stage of synaesthesia. In the case of the fourth stage of synaesthesia, your reaction

The strength and depth of the combination with machinery are already considered superhuman. At least the performance of the suit has been maximized by you! If you go further, your suit will not be able to keep up with your improvement unless you upgrade it.

Already."