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After the armor was opened, Pepper walked out.

Seeing this scene, Shi Xiaolei suddenly noticed that the steel armor that landed in the courtyard did not seem to be the one that left before.

It's a little smaller, and its body is slightly slender. The most important thing is that the color of this armor is not Stark's favorite gold and red, but a dark blue that is almost black as the background color, with a little bit of

silvery white...

Suddenly, recalling the "Avengers 4" he had watched before traveling through time, and the appearance of Steel Pepper in the last scene, Shi Xiaolei had a clear understanding in his heart.

This thing was obviously tailor-made for Pepper by Stark... If I guessed correctly, Stark took the time to make it for Pepper before going to Asgard this time.

After asking, the answer was exactly as Shi Xiaolei guessed.

"So, are you worried that you won't be able to come back, and Pepper who stayed here suddenly encountered some emergency?" Sitting under the shade of the tree, Shi Xiaolei held a piece of cold and sweet watermelon in his hand, and smiled to his friend.

He joked: "I didn't expect that Mr. Tony would be so careful. It seems that you have already thought about it and decided to spend the rest of your life with Pepper."

If he didn't regard Pepper as his other half, with Stark's urine, it would be absolutely impossible for her to be equipped with a steel armor.

As a good friend, Shi Xiaolei knew Stark quite well.

"It's just by the way." The stubborn duck was talking about Stark.

"Hmm? By the way? Are you sure?"

"Of course." Subconsciously glancing at Pepper who was playing puzzles with Kangna more than ten meters away, Stark pretended to be casual and said: "Didn't I tell you before, because buying the hull from Ermao's house requires a lot of money.

Are you going to quarrel with the military for a while? I won’t explain the process and reasons in detail. In short, I picked out one of the old models and changed it to a size suitable for Rhodes..."

"I seem to have heard someone mention my name." He said that Cao Cao had arrived, but before he finished speaking, Rhode appeared from behind the two of them carrying several cans of cold beer.

Seeing that Shi Xiaolei still had unfinished watermelon in his hand, Rhodes just threw a can to Stark. Then he sat down on an empty beach chair and casually opened the ring: "Guys, what are you talking about?

Take one with me."

"Nothing, just chatting." Shi Xiaolei smiled: "I just heard that he also got an armor for you. How about it? Isn't it great to feel like flying freely in the sky wearing a steel armor?"

"It's not bad." After taking two sips of beer, Rhodes nodded proudly: "It's quite cool, but the weapons it carries are a little short, and the feeling of firing is not as exciting as when flying a fighter jet."

"It would be nice to have some to wear." He rolled his eyes at Rhodes angrily, and Stark suppressed his words: "Don't expect me to take action on weapons or anything like that. You know, I've given up on that stuff.

"

"I know, I know." Rhodes raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I didn't say anything, don't be so sensitive, okay?"

"Then you were complaining just now that there were too few weapons?"

"I just said that there are a few weapons. I didn't ask you to install them for me." Rhodes looked helpless: "In fact, that's why I went to your company today."

"Um?"

"The superiors have approved some budget for me and asked me to equip the armor with weapons." He spread his hands and shrugged, and explained seriously: "No matter what is installed, the battle armor must be controlled...

The control program installed in A is made by you, but you don’t have open source

We can't adjust the code at will. Although the budget is quite large, there is always an upper limit. If the weapons I pick out cannot match the control program you designed, wouldn't the money be wasted? There is no way, I

We can only make more trips and discuss with Jarvis more times."

"You're quite clever." Stark laughed.

"I am wearing the armor, and I am the one who is on the mission." Rhodes said with a wry smile: "If there is a problem with the weapon, I will be the first to be unlucky. Please, I don't want to lose my life because of equipment failure.

."

"How could the armor I designed have such a problem?" Stark smiled proudly at first, and then changed to a slightly disdainful expression: "Even if there is a problem, it must be because of your choice.

On those weapons. By the way, who did you order the weapons from? Lockheed? Or Bae?"

"No, it's Hammer Industries."

"Justin Hammer's company?" Stark raised his eyebrows: "Man, I suggest you change it."

"I know you don't like him..."

"It has nothing to do with that." He interrupted Rhodes with a wave of his hand, and Stark shook his head disdainfully: "Put aside my opinion of him, from an objective point of view, Justin Hammer is just a poor imitator.

That's it. Do you know what clumsiness is? It can only imitate some fur, and the quality of the inside is not guaranteed at all... Haha, you dare to use the weapons he made, man, all I can say is that you are a damn warrior.

"

"No. In fact, I just went to his place the day before yesterday and tried out the samples he prepared." Without directly accepting Stark's opinion, Rhodes said for Justin Hammer with some doubts: "Although

It is true that some parts are not so suitable, but the problem is only in the specifications. In terms of quality, it feels pretty good."

What are specifications? To put it bluntly, it means that the firepower is not up to standard, or the weight and size are too large and are not suitable for mounting on a battle armor. For example, if the main gun of a battleship cannot be equipped on a destroyer, it is called inappropriate specifications.

"Anyway, I've said everything I need to say, you can make up your own mind." Shrugging, Stark raised the finished can, aimed at the foam box a few meters away, and threw it gently: "Of course

, if it’s because of the request from your superiors, then just pretend I didn’t say anything.”

There was a soft clang, and the can tilted more than a meter and fell to the ground.

"Tsk~." Shaking his head, Stark sighed and stood up holding on to the armrests of the lounge chair.

"Okay, you guessed it right." Rhodes also raised the can in his hand and took a look at the foam box: "Maybe that guy has taken care of it. When the boss gave me the message, he mentioned it more

Several times, he asked me to give him priority. I am just an ordinary colonel. When the general speaks, I can only listen...yes! Man, look at my vote!"

"What are you looking at?" While picking up his cans and throwing them into the foam box, Stark took out the ones that Rhodes had just thrown in and dropped them on the ground: "You didn't throw them in, did you?"

"...Hey, is there anyone like you?"

"I didn't do anything." Then he threw the wet wipes he had just wiped his hands into into the foam box, and Stark smiled slyly: "There are no my fingerprints on the jar. If you are not convinced, you can ask someone to identify it.

ah."

"...I mean, no wonder you didn't throw the tissues in together just now." Looking at Stark with a smirk on his face, Rhodes' dark face was speechless.