Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The young man and woman laughed so much that their laughter finally caught the attention of the two men in the testing field, causing them to stop at the same time.

No matter the armor or the person, they all showed a shocked posture and spread their hands: We haven't finished the fight here yet, can you be more serious?

What makes you laugh about this battle?

Tony stretched out his right arm wrapped in armor, raised his thumb horizontally and said, "Hey, do you think this is an amphitheater? Are you, the beautiful lady, ready to extend your thumb to make the final judgment on the loser?"

Pietro first glared at Qianqian, and then vented his anger on Tony, who was still unaware: "You only deserve a middle finger."

"Is your hostility too serious?" Tony shook his index finger disapprovingly, "You have to understand that whether it is your thumb or your middle finger, the one being pointed at will be the loser - you."

Pietro let out a sarcastic laugh: "Can bragging reveal a genius?"

"Don't believe it? See for yourself." Tony waved and released a 3D projection above the test site. In the projection was a high-speed moving red thermal imaging figure.

"Although your speed is fast, it is not faster than the monitoring system. Every move of yours has been filmed." Tony started the third step of the "strike" combat, "Young man, your high-speed superpower is for teasing."

Traffic police officers are more than enough to issue speeding tickets, but they are far from enough to be used in modern warfare."

"Your mouth is very suitable for modern warfare." As soon as he finished speaking, Pietro started running again; just a few minutes of testing had made him grow a lot, and this time, his running rhythm became erratic.

The route is unpredictable and winding, with almost no pattern visible.

But that's just "almost".

Tony decided to implement a more powerful "strike" operation. He gave up his independent operation and handed over all the work to Jarvis; in less than a tenth of a second, the powerful computer computing power accurately calculated Pietro's footsteps.

At the landing point, control the Mark armor to fire a palm cannon.

The intensity of the shock wave was still controlled just right, disrupting Pietro's footsteps but not causing any substantial damage. Taking advantage of his disordered footsteps and greatly reduced speed, Mark's armor stepped forward, fists and kicks, and struck him.

The mutants were left in a hurry.

Jarvis's calculation power is perfectly reflected in its field control ability; whenever Pietro wants to regain his footing and run with strength again, the armor will always use palm cannons, concussive shock waves or set up obstacles to interfere.

He was never able to take the first step to start working hard.

The intelligent program completed Tony's instructions rigidly and faithfully, leaving no chance for Pietro. As for Tony himself, he almost became a bystander, but his mouth was not idle; he looked at various items listed on the built-in projection screen.

Each piece of data is constantly stimulating the opponent.

"According to calculations, this game will end in five seconds; now counting down... five, four, three, two, one -"

At the moment when the last punch was about to hit the mutant's nose, the armor suddenly paused and almost broke the middle-aged playboy's waist, and also made a long crack in the last number.

"What happened?" Tony twisted around in the suit, but the suit didn't move at all.

Jarvis's voice was intermittent: "Anomalies were found...energy magnetic field, electromagnetism...abnormal...waves..."

Soon there was a harsh roar of electricity, and there was no sound in the armor. Jarvis moved to the external terminal and continued in a coherent and clear voice: "Abnormal energy reaction was found. The energy form is unknown. Preliminary test results showed that it was found.

Electromagnetic energy field-like characteristics.”

"What on earth is it?" Tony's dull voice came from the visor, so low that it was almost inaudible.

"The test result is unknown, and no similar information has been found in the database. The search is being re-searched to expand the search scope..."

"It's magic...chaos magic." Xiang Xiang didn't think he could find the correct answer on the Internet, so he opened his mouth to help the intelligent program.

"What kind of magic are you mixing?" Tony's voice was still weak and dull. After losing control of his armor, his visor could not be opened.

Wanda flicked her fingers slightly, and the visor flew up, revealing Tony's face full of doubts.

"Chaos magic, a powerful magical force that has been passed down for a long time." Xiang Qian said, and Jarvis also thoughtfully projected the current state of the armor on the 3D projection.

Tony's neck was restrained by the neck structure of the armor, and he could only turn his head with difficulty, barely able to see most of the projected screen.

A strange red energy visible to the naked eye wrapped around the armor like a chain. As the "chain" tightened, the metal structure of the armor made an overwhelming sound.

The same red magic lingers on Wanda's fingertips.

Tony tried hard to regain control of the armor; but even if he turned the thrust of the propeller to the maximum, the shaft of the transmission was turning to smoke, and the armor still hung motionless in mid-air. He had to give up.

"This is the person you said has the most magical potential? You call this potential?"

Xiang Qian said: "Yes, considering the upper limit of chaos magic, Wanda has only exerted a very small part of its power; she still has huge potential to be tapped."

"OK, OK, I understand; Miss Maximov, can you put me down?" Tony gave up struggling and trying, like a salted fish who has lost his ideals.

What answered him was the louder sound of metal deforming on the armor.

"Hey, what's going on?" Tony was a little nervous, looking forward.

He moved forward and spread his hands: "I said that the relationship between their siblings is quite good."

"WHAT?" Tony was dumbfounded.

The sound of the armor deforming became more and more intensive, and Tony began to feel the squeezing of the body caused by the structural deformation; seeing that his little brother was "different-sex and inhumane" today, he prepared to save himself.

"Hey, Wanda, I'm a good friend of James. Didn't he tell you?"

The "clang" sound continued, and the squeezing force continued to increase.

Tony rolled his eyes: "I admit, I was a little over the top just now, but isn't Pietro fine?"

Still no response.

"This armor has cost 20 million US dollars. It's very expensive..."

The harsh sound of transformation stopped suddenly, and Wanda's expression became a little stiff.

Unfortunately, the Maximov siblings grew up poor, and the impact of money is stronger than most things.

Wanda's first subconscious reaction was: They really couldn't afford to pay 20 million US dollars.

He slowly moved forward and leaned into the girl's ear, whispering in a voice that could be heard by everyone present: "It doesn't matter, I'll help you compensate, just do what you want."

Wanda's starry eyes lit up, and she couldn't hold back the smile on her lips.

"WHAT?!" Tony's eyes widened, as if he saw a ghost - the devil.

It’s not the first time or two that the two brothers have served as each other’s wingmen. This is the first time that they have betrayed their wingmen so completely. How much do you want this girl?

Before Tony could think of a new word, he heard a few crisp "clang" sounds, and the thrusters at the hands and feet of the suit were squeezed and shattered at the same time, shutting down on the spot.

Xiang Xiang continued to like it and praised the girl: "Your control of magic power is becoming more and more delicate."

Wanda walked slowly towards the helicopter platform outside, and the suit was pulled and pushed by her like a kite, and was gently sent to the outside of the platform.

There are hundreds of meters of void beneath me, as well as pedestrians and vehicles smaller than ants on the street.

Tony finally felt something was wrong; he looked forward, and saw a meaningful look under the other person's expressionless face.

Not only the victim himself, but also Pietro showed a hesitant expression, feeling confused and uneasy about his sister's behavior.

Although he said he hated Stark, in his heart he was not ready to kill anyone.

"Hey, ma'am...ah-" Tony's unfinished words turned into an infinitely prolonged scream.

The moment the red magic power was retracted, the Mark armor began a free fall towards the ground. Tony shouted "Jarvis" repeatedly, but the response given by the intelligent program was "All thrusters are completely damaged and cannot provide power..."

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"Start the laboratory backup armor..."

"According to my calculations, it's too late, sir..."

At the same time, on the top platform, three people looked down.

Whisper forward and remind: "He will hit the ground in eight seconds at most."

Wanda pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hands and waved, and the armor suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Tony was so frightened that he could even hear the sound of air flowing around his ears as he fell; moving forward, the space magic that had formed on his fingertips was quietly dissipated.

Under the eyes of everyone, the Mark armor slowly rose back to the top, and then fell to the ground with a "thud".

"SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK HELL!" The armor opened, and the deformed structure made a harsh friction sound; Tony crawled out of it incoherently and hurriedly.

"What the hell are you doing? Do you know what happened in those few seconds? I recalled all my life's experiences!" Tony cursed. The few seconds just now were the closest he had come since the attack in Afghanistan.

The moment of death.

"It's normal; research shows that when a person jumps from a building, a large amount of adrenaline will be secreted, the brain's operating speed will increase exponentially, and the eye's processing speed will also accelerate from 5 to 20 frames per second to hundreds of frames or even higher."

Conduct popular science in a serious manner.

"So? What were you doing just now, conducting human experiments?" Tony's voice was so loud that it could almost reach the streets below.

Wanda's cold voice sounded: "To let you experience the fear we have felt."

"What do you mean? What does your fear have to do with me?" Tony heard something in the words, but he was still indignant.

“In 1999, the civil war broke out in Sokovia; a missile broke through the ceiling and fell into my house. Our parents were crushed to death by the falling roof, and Pietro and I were trapped in the rubble for three days, surrounded by

The missile that did not explode - I spent three full days with the fear that the missile would explode at any time... Fortunately, it was a dumb bomb."

Tony seemed to have thought of something: "That missile?"

"A product of Stark Industries. You guys seem to like leaving your signature on murder weapons."

The angry expression on Tony's face disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Almost in the blink of an eye, he changed from aggressive to lonely and depressed.

It took a long time before I heard the deep voice of the former arms dealer: "I'm sorry!"

Wanda was slightly surprised: "That's it? Why don't you say something else?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Shouldn't you defend yourself? For example, you are only the producer of weapons, not the user. Only the person who uses the weapons should bear the responsibility, etc."

"That kind of self-deception makes no sense at all." Tony continued in a deep voice, "I have the highest power of Stark Industries. Its weapons department once brought me huge profits and created a lofty social status and reputation for me.

, and even allowed me to enjoy endless praise; since I have received the greatest benefit, of course I should also bear the greatest responsibility."

Tony raised his head, and here he could see the huge "Stark" logo decorated on the roof of the building. The shining light and shadow effects showed the aesthetics of the building owner.

"An irrefutable fact is that under my leadership, the former Stark Industries became a key link in a bad system; I cannot shirk my responsibilities. To do so... is too shameless.

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