Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Not surprisingly, the first direct contact between Nick Fury and Tony Stark ended in an unhappy ending.

The black director didn't even have a chance to sell his long-awaited superhero team plan, because he only had time to get started before Tony raised a very serious question.

"How did my parents die?" When asked this question, Tony Stark's cold and stern look made people vaguely see the actual face of this country's ruling class.

"Howard and his wife died in a car accident; this matter has been publicly and clearly concluded." There was no clue on the expression on Nick Fury's face.

Tony sneered: "Open, clear - but not true."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because someone confessed the crime to me personally." Tony said, "Yes, Obadiah confessed personally. He betrayed my father and caused his death-including my mother."

"Impossible; after Mr. Howard's accident, we conducted a rigorous investigation and found no doubts." Nick Fury said calmly, his eyes seemed to be mocking Tony for being so gullible and trusting him.

"The biggest doubt is that there is no doubt." Tony said with a sullen face, "The founder of the world's largest intelligence agency was betrayed and died, but no doubt was found - so, who concealed the truth?"

Tony stared at Nick Fury coldly and asked word by word: "Is it the murderer, or you?"

Nick Fury looked at Tony without giving an inch, but he was making quick calculations in his mind.

"Turn Obadiah Stane over to us and we will reopen the investigation."

Obadiah Stane did not die, but his spine was severely traumatized when the mechanical armor was stopped due to electromagnetic pulse destruction, and he is now completely paralyzed from the chest down.

Everyone in the intelligence and law enforcement agencies knew that Obadiah was not dead, and more or less knew that this man was the mastermind behind the battle at Stark Industrial Park that night, but they could not find any solid evidence.

Tony Stark issued a hush order and moved Obadiah to a medical facility under Stark Industries for house arrest in the name of being seriously injured in the accident. He was planning to dig deeper into the inside story.

"Impossible!" Tony refused without thinking, "I don't believe you, I don't believe you; whether it's the investigation into the death case of my parents or the plan of your super boy group."

"Now, get out of my house." Tony didn't give Nick Fury a chance to speak again; his solemn tone convinced the other person that if he didn't leave, the tycoon who had returned to the position of the world's richest man in one day would not be able to do anything.

Do not hesitate to exercise your unlimited right of defense.

Therefore, Nick Fury had no choice but to say harsh words: "I will keep an eye on you."

"You should pay more attention to the important things." Tony retorted, "You only have one eye left, but you can't keep an eye on so many things."

Nick Fury walked out of the door with a terrifying expression on his face, as if he wanted to eat someone.

The joys and sorrows between people are not the same - unless you are all the directors of the Bureau of God.

While Nick Fury was verbally and personally attacked by Tony Stark, his Chinese counterpart was about to get pissed off by another playboy.

"Why don't you explain to me what it means to concentrate on research and lose track of time?" Zheng Xian looked at Qian Qian who appeared in his office with an innocent look on his face and couldn't help but curse.

"Three days...three days and four nights, no one was seen! The Security Bureau almost launched an emergency response, but you told me that you were in the laboratory the whole time?"

Xiang Xiang thought to himself: Can I still tell you that I am going to experience a private uniform show?

He spread his hands and said, "It's normal for scientists to turn a deaf ear to what's going on outside the window when they are concentrating on scientific research."

The playboy opened his eyes and told lies, which even stunned the director of the Spear Bureau.

"Your private laboratory should be monitored, right?" Zheng Xian felt that he was a little clumsy with his words.

"Unfortunately, it broke." Qiang Xiang said innocently, "Things like surveillance usually break when they shouldn't. It makes me unable to prove myself."

"What do you prove? Prove your shamelessness?" Zheng Xian was furious.

"If you say that, I can't take it anymore." He moved forward like a piece of meat on a hob.

"Okay, okay, okay..." Zheng Xian took a long breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the anger in his belly; "Since you said you have been concentrating on research these three days, then tell me what you have studied? If you can really

Show me some research results, and I will take your lies as the truth."

"Uncle Xian, do you keep your word?"

"Of course, keep your word."

"Okay, here's it for you." Xiang Qian put the long box he brought on the desk. He thought to himself: Fortunately, the development of the electromagnetic pulse rifle was not reported before, and now it is used to cover the lie.

Zheng Xian was puzzled: "What is this?"

"Didn't you ask how to deal with the Mark armor before? It's here." He patted the box forward and said, "Individual electromagnetic pulse rifle."

No need for too much introduction. As long as he heard the phrase "electromagnetic pulse", Zheng Xian understood the value of this weapon and the idea of ​​​​dealing with the Mark Armor forward.

"You said before that we should not follow the Americans in developing mechanical armor; then this rifle is your solution?"

He took out the "rifle" in his hand and said with a smile: "If you don't count the research and development expenses, the manufacturing cost of this rifle is only about 20,000 US dollars. If it is produced on a large scale, the price can be even lower. And the Mark armor, even if

In large-scale production, if we want to achieve the combat effectiveness of the Mark 2, the manufacturing cost of a single piece will exceed US$80 million, or even higher."

"Based on combat efficiency, a combat team only needs one electromagnetic pulse rifle. In other words, for the money of manufacturing a Mark 2, we can equip the entire army with electromagnetic pulse rifles."

Qianqian asked: "But how much can a Mark 2 withstand the concentrated fire attacks of several electromagnetic pulse rifles?"

Zheng Xian thoughtfully said: "Listening to what you said, the actual effectiveness of the Mark armor on the frontal battlefield is not as great as imagined, and it feels a bit like taking the wrong approach."

"Yes! It is actually more suitable for the needs of small teams for special operations; but the cost-effectiveness ratio is too low. Based on our national defense strategy, the Mark armor is actually a bit useless. The battlefield suitable for its performance does not require such a strong power; it does need to be so

It is not suitable for use on a battlefield with great power."

Xiang Qiang also reminded: "In addition, there is another factor that must be considered."

"What?"

Qiangqian said: "Tony's original intention was not to let this equipment spread in large quantities, let alone hand over related technology to the US government and military; but, what if the outside world knew that we also mastered similar armor technology?"

Zheng Xian immediately understood the implication of Xiang Xiang's words; if the U.S. government knew that another country had mastered similar armor, they would definitely force Stark Industries to hand over the Mark 2-related technology.

By that time, countries will inevitably fall into an arms race related to mechanical armor.

But Zheng Xian still has concerns: "Can Tony Stark ensure that the technology is not spread out?"

"It's hard to guarantee; however, unless there is serious external stimulation, it is difficult for the U.S. government and military to take excessive actions against a super-rich man; especially a conglomerate with deep roots like Stark Industries."

"Moreover, when necessary, we can also take the initiative to reveal a little bit about the technical performance of the electromagnetic pulse rifle." Qiang Xiang said with a malicious smile, "Let the US military know that the Mark armor actually has serious shortcomings, and Tony will be under great pressure.

It will be smaller.”

"Let's talk about these plans at the seminar." Zheng Xian took the "rifle" that didn't look like a gun, "You always have some new and unique ideas."

Xiang Xiang didn't pay attention to the tepid praise: "Actually, they are all inspired by martial arts novels."

"Huh?" Zheng Xian was stunned. We are talking about future high-tech weapons here. What do you mean by suddenly jumping to a martial arts novel?

Qianqian asked: "Have you seen Mr. Jin Yong's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

"See, what's wrong?"

"The director of the Divine Spear Bureau also reads martial arts novels?" Qiang Xiang seemed to have discovered some new world.

"Nonsense, I'm not a primitive person." Zheng Xian rolled his eyes, "When I was a liaison officer at the embassy in the United States, I stayed in the embassy all day and couldn't go anywhere, so I could only pass the time with novels."

"Oh..." Xiang Xiang suddenly said, "Then do you still remember one of the plots about the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Beidou Formation?"

"What's wrong?" Zheng Xian asked.

"When Guo Jing saw the Tiangang Beidou Formation for the first time, he thought: This formation is so powerful, I must find a way to learn it; and when Huang Yaoshi saw the Tiangang Beidou Formation, he thought: This formation

The law is so powerful, I must find a way to break it."

He pointed forward to himself and then to the gun in Zheng Xian's hand; "When the Mark Armor came out, most people became Guo Jing; and I wanted to be Huang Yaoshi."

Zheng Xian sneered disdainfully: "Huang Yaoshi only loves one woman in his life, are you worthy of following him?"

"Although Huang Yaoshi only loves one woman, a man as talented and talented as him must be loved by many women." Xiang Xiang said with a shameless face, "After all, I have learned about half of what Huang Yaoshi has learned.

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Zheng Xian looked coldly at the boastful playboy, raised the "rifle" in his hand, and said: "I said before, if you really come up with research results, I will treat all the lies you told as true; the results

You really took it out right away, which shows that you were well prepared."

Xiang Qian vaguely felt that the tone in these words was wrong.

"So, what you just said was indeed a lie, right?" Zheng Xian said with his eyes widened.

"Pah!" He slapped his forehead forward; Uncle Xian was one of the very few relatives who could let him loose his psychological defense, but he was trapped accidentally.

Uncle Xian, you are so scheming, where has the trust between our uncle and nephew gone?