Apocalyptic Wasteland: Set Up Survival Traps At The Beginning

"Jarvis, open the door...I want to go out..."

"Sorry Mr. Fang Chen, your authority does not include opening the door..."

All right.

Listening to Jarvis's voice, Fang Chen shrugged helplessly.

I am a hunter myself.

The future of lighthouse, the pacesetter of breeding, the hero who tears up the F-22.

He will actually be grounded one day!

"Where's Tony? Where did that guy go?"

"Mr. Stark is holding a press conference now. This is the sixth one..."

The TV in the living room turned on, and Tony's figure suddenly appeared on the screen.

"About a few days ago, the Department of Defense F-22..."

"What's the problem? I did it, I was just self-defense..."

"Yes, that's me, well, you can call me Iron Man..."

On TV, Stark responded to the media's questions without changing his expression.

At first glance, he looks like an old fried dough stick.

The kind that's fried to a crispy texture.

"Are you taking the blame for me?"

Fang Chen raised his eyebrows.

But to be honest, it seemed to him more like Tony wanted to show off.

After all, there is nothing more effective in advertising than tearing apart the official ace fighter F-22 with the newly developed steel suit.

At least save several hundred million in copywriting investment!

"Jarvis opened the third underground floor and asked Tony to come over when he comes back..."

Going down to the research room, the path was smooth.

What Stark canceled was only his permission to enter and exit the villa, but there was no lack of anything inside the villa.

Of course, it's not so much that Tony put him under house arrest, but that he did it voluntarily.

Not going out means no worries.

Let's leave the trouble and limelight to figuring out what we want.

"Open the view of the overall components of the Iron Fighter, be precise down to every screw, every link, and simulate how to reduce the size of the Iron Fighter, huh? It would be best to fit it into a suitcase..."

After ordering Jarvis, Fang Chen sat in front of the computer.

That's right, a portable steel suit!

Although today's battle suits have been successfully researched, there are no problems in actual use.

But the biggest problem is clothing.

Mark1--Mark4 are all "fool-type" wear.

The wearer must come to the designated wearing location, and the robotic arm will assist in completing the wearing.

Regardless of the length of time you wear it, the most fatal thing is that it is too rigid.

Many times a crisis occurs in an instant.

It is impossible to leave time for you to return to the designated place to wear it.

This is especially true in the world he lives in.

The surface is full of pole-devouring beasts, spinegu, scarlet...

Can we still ask people to wait?

But the portable Mark5 is different.

Anytime, anywhere, as long as you want, you can instantly turn into a tough guy!

"The simulation has been completed. Mr. Fang Chen, you are very active in thinking. The portable suit is indeed feasible, but some of the details still need to be considered by yourself..."

Looking at the screen and listening to Jarvis's words, Fang Chen nodded.

It is true that Jarvis is an artificial intelligence, but no matter how high its computing power is, it cannot be achieved in one step.

Intelligence is created by humans, and before it transcends humans, it must be limited to this principle.

Otherwise, Stark wouldn't have bothered to study the past.

Just give an order to Jarvis, and the steel suit will pop out on its own.

"It needs to be improved here, and here, the link line needs to be replaced with a thinner one..."

Immersed in the ocean of machinery, Fang Chen couldn't extricate himself.

He has been very interested in machines and computers since he was a child.

There is an innate intuition and talent.

Maybe this is not as good as cheating Tony Stark.

But he thinks he is definitely better than any academician of any academy of sciences!

.......

Outside the house, the sun and lunar cycle cycle several degrees, but inside the house is always brightly lit.

At this time, Stark, who had just returned to the villa, came to the research room on the third underground floor and was completely stunned.

"Fang Chen, you, what are you..."

Looking at his messy research room that looked like a doghouse, Stark's eyelids twitched.

If it weren't for the butler Jarvis guarding him, he would have thought there was a thief.

And Fang Chen, the confused one, was just messing around like a nobody, even ignoring himself.

It's a shame that I took the blame for him.

Is he going to demolish the house?

"Fang Chen, you have to give me an explanation. You...this is...oh my god, what are you doing!"

Stark stepped forward and grabbed Fang Chen's clothes to argue.

But looking at the rectangular object placed on the table, everyone was stunned.

"Oh? Tony, you're back? How's it going? How does it feel to take the blame for me?"

Very cool!

Um? no.

Now is not the time to discuss how it feels, this is, Iron Suit?

Even if Fang Chen didn't say anything, as the main developer, Stark could still recognize it at a glance.

But compared to the bulky and numerous parts before, this... decoration?

"Did you do this in the five days I wasn't here?"

Five days?

Hearing this, Fang Chen frowned, but he didn't notice the passage of time.

I just want to make it portable as soon as possible.

"This is not a decoration, just look at it!"

Picking up the suitcase, Fang Chen inserted his hands into it.

For a moment, it seemed as if the door to higher technology had opened.

The machinery in the entire box started running quickly.

Arms...chest, legs...mask...

Until the Ark reactor on his chest lit up, and an expressionless and iron-ambitious Tin Man appeared in front of Stark!

"Weng, thank you, my God, you are such a genius!"

With his mouth open and looking at Fang Chen in front of him, Stark looked surprised.

Damn it, it seems like he invented this steel suit, right?