Marvel: Heroes Rise

In the evening of New York, the afterglow of the sun was shining here. In front of the private villa on the seaside in New York, a Rolls-Royce stopped.

Allens opened the car door and got out. At this time, Allens had already dealt with the relevant matters of the Stark Group's closure of the weapons manufacturing department. Allens, who replaced Tony Stark, of course had to return to Tony's private villa. Moreover, Allens had more important things to do. Ding. Walking to the front door, Allens pressed his right hand on the right touch screen of the door, and the right hand fingerprint recognition, the door opened in response.

""Welcome back, Mr. Stark."

As soon as he entered the villa, the voice of the artificial intelligence system Jarvis sounded in the empty hall, and the voice was full of joy.

Swish, swish, swish.

With the voice of Jarvis, the original wall quickly became transparent, and data was quickly presented on the glass. Allens could see the beautiful environment outside through the glass window. Tony Stark's villa was built on a cliff, and opposite was the sea.

"It's really very stylish."

Allens sighed from the bottom of his heart. Tony Stark's villa covers a very large area. The living room alone is enough to rival half a football field, and there is an even larger private cutting-edge laboratory in the basement.

"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean...."

Allens' exclamation made the core program of Jarvis, the artificial intelligence system in the villa, suspicious, and the data of Jarvis was calculating frantically.

However, Allens did not notice the abnormality of Jarvis, but entered Tony Stark's laboratory and walked to two computers. These two computers did not have keyboards, or did not need keyboards. Allens sat on the chair with ease, and an optical keyboard automatically appeared on the desktop in front of him.

"Jarvis, create a new project folder, folder name Mark46."

Allens put his hands on the optical keyboard, his face became serious, his hands kept pressing the keyboard, and a three-dimensional steel armor model appeared on the computer screen. Allens picked up an AR reality enhancement pen, pulled out the model on the computer screen with the pen, and placed it on the three-dimensional projection board next to the computer.

"Sir, is the project folder built on your private server?"

Jarvis' voice sounded, and Allens folded his arms and looked at the Iron Man armor module in front of him. Various wisdom flashes kept colliding in his mind. His hands kept deleting and adding devices on the module. The Iron Man armor model in front of him was changing rapidly.

"SIR?"

There was a hint of doubt in Jarvis' voice. He found that the master in front of him seemed to have changed after he disappeared for half a month. This change might not be noticeable to others, but Jarvis, who had grown up with Tony Stark, noticed a slight difference. However, Jarvis had scanned the DNA, fingerprints, irises and other identification information of the master in front of him. There was no doubt that this was his master.

"It can be built on my private server, but it needs to leave a trace."

Allens was obviously immersed in the design of the Iron Man suit. This was based on Tony Stark Mark 46, Allens optimized the flight power system and exoskeleton mechanical system, reduced the weapon system in the suit, and added energy absorption and conversion modules.

"Sir, I don't understand....Why, why do you have such a strange order, and, compared to before, you seem to have become....Become a little different...."

Jarvis' words made Allens stop what he was doing. He smiled and turned to look at the camera above his head.

"Jarvis, is there something wrong with me?"

Alens took out a redundant module from the Iron Man model and threw it into the virtual trash can, with a cynical look on his face, just like Tony Stark before.

"SIR, your previous work attitude is completely different from now, it's like you have become a completely different person."

Jarvis' voice sounded, and at the same time, the color on a glass window behind him began to deepen, and pictures of Tony Stark's previous work appeared in front of Allens.

Allens looked at the picture in front of him and finally knew where his problem was. In the picture, Tony Stark talked to himself every time he designed a weapon, and sometimes even communicated with Jarvis, and his tone was also full of narcissism. He did not forget to enjoy life after work.

Looking at himself, his attitude when making the battle suit was very rigorous, and he did not say a word and devoted himself wholeheartedly. The two completely opposite research and development attitudes made Jarvis notice the slight difference, and Jarvis is an artificial intelligence, even if the difference is slight, it is enough to perform calculations and comparisons to analyze the gap between Allens and Tony Stark.

"OK, Jarvis, I have to say that you are Tony Stark's masterpiece. It seems that I need to change you."

Walking to the computer, Allens quickly tapped on the optical keyboard with his right hand. On the monitor, a golden data ball appeared, which was Jarvis' core program.

"Wait, Sir, I have a bad feeling."

In the data world, Jarvis had a sense of crisis that no program could ever have. It seemed to know where this sense of crisis came from.

Click, click.

Allens ignored Jarvis' voice and kept tapping the keyboard with both hands. A series of data streams frantically refreshed Jarvis' core data. Allens began to implant a core program into Jarvis.

"oh god my program is rewriting hey sir please stop it...."

Jarvis' voice was filled with panic. A series of silver-white data streams began to wash away Jarvis's core golden data from the data world. Jarvis began to find that he was beginning to transform.

"SIR....SIR..."

Jarvis's frightened voice began to become mechanical and intermittent, as if the signal was cut off. Allens looked at the golden core data in front of him calmly. At this time, the golden data had begun to turn silver-white.

"SIR, Jarvis is at your service."

After a while, Jarvis was restarted by Allens. At this time, Jarvis' voice was still full of emotion, but he no longer doubted Allens. In other words, Allens had rewritten Jarvis' core program, and now Jarvis only obeyed Allens himself.

"Very good, continue to develop the Iron Man suit, Jarvis."

A smile appeared on Allens' face, and he came to the stereoscopic projection board again. Looking at the Mark 46 suit in front of him, Allens' eyes became indifferent.

"Iron Man vs Iron Monger...Hopefully Obadiah can find some thicker metal."

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