Plug-in Players In Marvel

With the appearance of little Morgan, everyone came over in twos and threes and gathered together again.

Everyone had an expression of anticipation and curiosity on their faces, looking at little Morgan who was already sitting on the blanket with a smile on his face. Perhaps feeling the unadulterated affection from the big guy's smile, the little guy suddenly started to giggle.

Afraid that the little guy would lose his center of gravity and fall over because of laughter, Kangna quickly sat down behind little Morgan and stretched out her hand to support the little girl's back like a sister.

Seeing this scene, Stark stopped walking forward. While smiling happily, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Jarvis."

"Yes, sir."

The response fell, and a small hole half a meter square appeared on the wall not far away.

Along the passage leading to the underground laboratory, a square metal box slowly rose up and appeared in everyone's sight. Immediately afterwards, the thing left the elevator-like chassis, floated lightly from the small opening, and flew silently into the small circle surrounded by people.

"Anti-gravity suspension?" Unlike the steel armor, which relies on the reaction force of the propeller to maintain hovering, Norman Osborn noticed the key at a glance.

No wonder he noticed it first, after all, he also developed a set of Green Goblin armor with a single aircraft. He is also very familiar with the method of obtaining flight capabilities by relying on thrusters to provide buoyancy. The more advanced and energy-saving anti-gravity flight function is precisely one of the new technologies that he has been thinking about and is currently actively developing.

"You still know the goods." Standing next to Norman Osborn, Stark heard his voice clearly.

Turning to Norman Osborn and smiling triumphantly, Stark crossed his hips with a proud look on his face: "I obtained some special materials some time ago, which allowed me to make some small breakthroughs on this subject. "

While answering Norman Osborn, Stark did not forget the others who were still waiting. As he spoke, he made another gesture and opened the whole metal box.

Well, it seems a bit inappropriate to say "open". It seems that it is more appropriate to use the word "disintegrate" to describe it.

The metal box, which was forty centimeters in length, width and height, decomposed into dozens of fragments of different sizes with a gesture from Stark. The small parts flipped and moved quickly, and the outlines and shapes of the fragments also changed rapidly. In just a few seconds, they had switched shapes and turned into various props needed for the week-catching ceremony.

It lacks some of the unique edges and corners of combat equipment, and the round head is quite cute. Paired with the warm-toned paint specially chosen by Stark, these colorful gadgets immediately attracted little Morgan's attention and made her She couldn't help but raise her chubby little hand, grabbing the one closest to her, and once again let out a childish and cute smile.

As if she was deliberately trying to tease the little guy, the prop she was eyeing flew away lightly.

The other props also moved together, flying up and down around little Morgan like flexible fish, spinning in circles around her.

That's right, even if they have been disintegrated, these small props are still the same as when they were formed into metal boxes. Each piece has the same ability to hover and fly.

Colorful paint, with a variety of shapes, plus the small lanterns deliberately added by Stark

"Giggle, giggle, giggle." Sitting on the soft and thick cushion, little Morgan looked up at the small props around him, his eyes widened happily, and his mood was extremely happy.

He stretched out his little hand and reached for something on the left hand side. When he found that he couldn't grasp it, he turned around and grabbed another thing on the right side.

Little Morgan, who was in such high spirits, had forgotten that there were many people watching around him, and was extremely immersed in playing a little game of hide-and-seek.

Outside the circle, Stark's conversation with Norman Osborn continued.

"Special materials? Got them from outside?"

"No." Shaking his head, Stark gave an answer that surprised Norman Osborn: "I got it from an old acquaintance. That guy's name is Ulysses Crow. He is a smuggling businessman." Black households."

"Huh? Smuggling?" A little surprised, Norman Osborne raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

"In terms of identity, he is indeed a bit inferior, but this guy's ability is quite good. He can often get some materials that are rarely seen on the market. Haha, maybe it is a talent inherited from his elders." At this point , Stark shrugged: "When I was developing a new material formula some time ago, I remembered the buckler in Captain America's hand. Then I looked through the notes left by my father, haha, guess what? "

"Could it be"

"That's right, the material my dad used to build the buckler for Captain America was bought from that guy's father." Stark said with a smile: "To be honest, I really didn't expect it. It turns out that Stark had done business with their family decades ago.”

"It's really surprising." Norman Osborne laughed: "But if you think about it, the circle is so big. There are not many people who can provide high-end materials. There are also not many customers with needs like you." Wherever we go. It is reasonable for us to interact again.”

"The world is quite small, isn't it?" Stark nodded sympathetically: "Anyway, after contacting that guy, I got some very precious materials from him. Fortunately, the materials are really good. , which brought new breakthroughs in my research, but on the other hand, the number is too small to support the next step of research and development, which is somewhat disappointing. "

"Then you used those materials to make toys?" He raised his finger and pointed in the circle, and Norman Osborne's eyes fell back on the props again.

"If the amount were several times larger, I would definitely use it to build a suit of armor." Stark nodded: "At this point, apart from making toys, I can't think of any other way to use it."

The smaller the quantity, the more expensive the price. This is an eternal truth.

"In other words, this set of toys owned by Little Morgan is worth at least hundreds of millions?" Norman Osborn looked at Stark with a complex expression and gave him a thumbs up: "As expected of you, Tony."

"Only counting raw materials, excluding technical costs, it's about 700-800 million yuan." Stark smiled casually: "It's a bit expensive, but I think it's still worth it. In fact, they are not only They are just toys, and they can be combined into another form if necessary.”