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S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Operations Center

The agent sitting in front of the radar was really startled when he found that ten aircraft suddenly fell from the sky. He punched the alarm button in front of him with a punch. However, the aatis artillery that was supposed to turn quickly and aimed at the target did not respond. nothing.

"According to your mother, my own!" The big brother who ran outside to fish for the fish rushed into the room with the cappuccino in his hand and slapped the reckless newcomer.

"That's an Atlas transport!" Big Brother turned off the blaring alarm and slumped back in his chair.

"If an enemy really comes, then the orbital garrison fleet will be the first to fire. Those big guys will fight earth-shatteringly, just like Xiaoshan!" The big brother drank his coffee and sat on the chair, his tone full of envy.

"What, Captain!" Agent Xiaomeng took out a tuna sandwich from his pocket and handed it over respectfully.

"Let's talk about the details, I just joined the company for three days, and I was still at SHIELD Academy when the aliens called!"

"You are very good!" The big brother nodded with satisfaction. They sat on duty for a day, staring at a dozen big screens was really tiring, and eating a sandwich and a cup of coffee became one of the few pastimes. As for calories, Who cares!

So the old employee started talking about Peter Peter. In fact, he didn't know what happened in space at the time, but it was very clear that his own fleet was beaten badly, so he roughly described the contribution of S.H.I.E.L.D. , and then started to brag according to the novels he had read. He spoke tens of thousands of words in one breath. The old agent was already dry. After realizing that the coffee in the cup had bottomed out, the old agent coughed, but the newcomer sitting opposite him was still the same. He looked longingly, completely ignoring his hints.

"Ahem!" The old agent coughed loudly, and Mengxin only reacted, and hurriedly went to refill the old agent with coffee.

"I would have known that I was going to participate in Atlas!" The newcomer muttered to himself.

"Don't think about it, people don't want to be an agent. If I were ten years younger, then I would definitely go to the selection for Atlas. How can I have fun in a battleship as an agent!" The old agent heard the newcomer's complaint and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Sigh, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s job is pretty good, with an iron job and a high standard of welfare, but this kind of life definitely doesn’t have the excitement of fighting the enemy face-to-face on the battlefield.

"When my son grows up in the future, I will definitely let him go to work at Atlas!"

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Stark's automated factory quickly disassembled the Mark 100 into seven or eight pieces of different sizes, and then sent it into the Raven's cabin by an unmanned flatbed trailer. After confirming that nothing was missed, the impatient Stark left first. One step, followed the raven to the Atlas test range, while Fisher slowly went to New York for a meal, and then learned that the deputy director was also in New York and went to talk to the other party about work, After his desk got wet, he twisted his butt and rushed to the test field. (Don't get me wrong, it was the tea that knocked the cup over!)

And when he returned to the desert test site in the mountains of northern Iraq, the sweaty Stark was commanding a dozen construction machines to assemble his big baby.

"Did you put the gun directly on it?" Fisher was a little surprised when he saw a black, thick and large gun barrel on the left arm of the empty mecha. Is the other party really afraid of death?

Although the military equipment made by Atlas has always been known for its safety, precision and power, it is rare to install it directly without testing like Stark.

"I can fire remotely, I don't need to test the artillery first!" Stark's armor and Mark 100 have been connected to a long data cable, and after he completed the self-test in the armor, the Mark 100 moved .

The ten-story-high giant mecha raised its right leg with the sound of its joints turning, and then took a step.

"Duang!" As the big feet fell, the surrounding ground trembled, and the anti-joint support leg structure well dispersed the mecha's own weight, while also reducing the pressure on the ground.

"Two steps! Two more steps!" Fisher urged eagerly. Anyway, the place is big enough for this guy to have fun at will.

Stark took a few more steps after hearing the words, and the two large iron claws imitating duck flippers left footprints more than ten centimeters deep on the ground.

"Walk like a tiger!"

"Go another thousand miles in a day!"

The hurried Stark simply let the mecha trot at the maximum speed, and after running around the shooting position for about ten laps, Stark stopped.

"There is still a problem with the output. The maximum speed I designed should be about 45 kilometers, but it is only 38 now!"

"It should be a structural problem!" The technician who finished installing the mecha murmured for a long time, and finally came up with his own judgment, "The power of the electronic muscles of the legs is enough, but the movement is still not smooth enough, it is probably the dampers and bearings. Where is the problem!"

"It makes sense!" Stark's eyes lit up, and he immediately started to disassemble the mecha and repair it on the spot, but Fisher stopped him.

"It's okay to move slowly. The big deal is that you design 12 drones for air transport, or install a propeller for each component. When it comes to battle, you can quickly assemble it on the spot. Now try the firepower!"

"Then try two shots?"

"Two shots!"

Controlling the mech to the firing position, after all the weapons were loaded, Stark sent a signal to Fisher.

Then four drones dragged the target drone and appeared in front of the mech.

"Zizzi..." The first to fire was the 30mm Vulcan Cannon on the shoulder of the mecha. This is a summary of what Stark got from S.H.I.E.L.D. During the Battle of New York, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Kun-style fighter The Vulcan cannon on board shot down several times and its own Chitauri gunship, and no light armored unit can withstand the fatal blow of 30 cannons.

The sparks flashed, and the target drones smashed apart, followed by the missile and laser close-in defense system. Everything was running well. Even the laser close-in defense system shot by Stark could store energy and focus on attacking. If there is an unknown enemy Approach him easily, and what greets him is destruction.

"Stark, try the biggest thing again!" Looking at the rising smoke from the distance, Fisher shouted with a flushed face.

"Then you have to find a big enough target!" Stark, who was also excited to shoot, also roared back.

"There is a small hill twenty-three kilometers to the northwest! Look at the laser beacon!"

"I see!"

"When you see it, hit it!"