Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

"Stark, who seems smart and wise, is full of confidence in himself."

The sudden sound made Tony and Tony, who were forging the first-generation Mark armor, immediately become nervous. Tony held the hammer in his hand and immediately faced the darkness where Lincoln was: "Who! Come out!"

Under the vigilant gazes of the two people, Lincoln slowly walked out of the darkness: "No need to make such a fuss. After all, you are not the Hammer God Thor. If it were him, I might have to worry a little more..."

Ethan looked at Lincoln mid-sentence and couldn't help but answer: "What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried about crushing his hammer." Lincoln laughed, and then took another sip of Coke: "Relax, I'm here to save you."

Seeing Lincoln's careless appearance, Tony didn't quite believe in Lincoln's reliability: "Give me a few more days and I can complete the armor and leave here by myself. I don't need anyone to save me."

"Really? It seems that the great genius inventor is very confident in his scrap metal."

Lincoln said, and under Tony's unkind eyes, he pulled out a breastplate hidden inside from the pile of scrap metal, and criticized it: "Look at this pitiful curve. Fortunately, your forging skills are not very good.

Otherwise, I doubt that there is even this little reflection angle, and those guys with machine guns will like your shooting very much."

"How do you say that... We found some flesh and blood from a pile of bullets, a veritable steel coffin. Is this what you are preparing for your funeral? Genius inventor?"

"The coffin looks like a humanoid armor, and it really has the style of an inventor."

Lincoln's merciless ridicule made Tony's face turn red: "Shut up and get out of here. I don't need you to criticize my armor. The facts will prove everything!"

"Really?" Lincoln curled his lips indifferently: "Then trouble this confident Mr. Stark, can you tell me how you plan to rely on this suit of armor to deal with those outside who have six vehicle-mounted machine guns and seven single-door guns?

A terrorist armed with a bazooka? Can you, the flamethrower, cook yourself at the same time?"

"Another thing I have to mention is that the weapons held by the terrorists were produced by Stark Industries. I think someone must be very aware of the power of the weapons produced by his company."

The information spit out from Lincoln's mouth made Tony Stark's face froze.

He knew his own situation well. In this cave with scarce resources, using the remains of some Jericho missiles mixed with iron to create a armor that could withstand rifle glances was the limit of what he could do.

He also has ideas for better metal materials, but they obviously can't be made here.

Moreover, as the chairman of Stark Industries, Tony has been engaged in weapons research and development for many years, and he is very aware of the power of the weapons under his group's name.

Whether in theory or practice, the configuration of a machine gun and a rocket launcher can achieve the scene where a bunch of bullets are mixed with a little meat as Lincoln mentioned before.

And what makes Tony even more silent is that if he fights with the terrorists outside in this situation, Ethan's safety will not be guaranteed.

What Lincoln said was heart-breaking, but it was still the irrefutable truth of Tony's, which made him feel even more depressed.

With a clang, he hammered his hammer on the iron felt in front of him and looked at Lincoln: "Tell me, do you have any good ideas?"

"Emmm..." Lincoln looked at the reactor on Tony's chest, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I have a more exciting plan and a less exciting plan."

"Tell me about the exciting one."

Ethan, who thought Tony Stark would choose the latter, couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Tony, your heart can't withstand too much stimulation. If the blood flow speeds up, it may cause the fragments in your body to move."

"Calm down, Ethan, I just want to hear it, not actually do it."

Tony's answer made Ethan calm down a little, and then he heard Lincoln propose a plan that could make people's blood pressure soar: "How about completing the armor, equipping it with some heavy firepower, and using those guys outside as targets?"

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Ethan:???

He didn't understand why Lincoln, who even said that his armor couldn't protect against machine guns, proposed this plan, but Tony was silent: "Your plan is very good, but we can't do it."

"That's because you can't do it." Lincoln chuckled and took out a piece of vibranium ore: "With it, everything can be done!"

"A stone?" Tony, who knew nothing about vibranium, took a deep breath: "Let's talk about a less exciting plan."

"Oh, that's very simple. I'll go out and kill all those guys outside, and then you can rest here and wait for the American soldiers to rescue you."

Tony was a little confused: "You call this rescue?"

"Kill them, and you won't be killed by them. This certainly calls for help, and it's also very prophetic."

Ethan was a little confused: "Why can't you take us away quietly like you showed up quietly? Wouldn't it be better this way?"

Lincoln pointed at Ethan: "Your question is a good one, and my answer to this question is, because it's fun."

The atmosphere in the cave was a little quiet for a while, except for the crackling sound of the fire.

After some internal consideration, Tony quickly followed his own will and made the appropriate choice: "Let's make it a little more exciting. I've done everything for my armor. If it doesn't work, then I didn't do it in vain."

"Very good, your idea is commendable." Lincoln gave Tony a thumbs up, then holding the vibranium ore in one hand, he reworked all the parts of the armor that Tony had created without hesitation.

Vibranium ore is not pure vibranium metal. It is a piece the size of a fist, and the active ingredients in it are estimated to be less than a kilogram.

But these are enough. After all, the attacks to be resisted are only at the level of individual rocket launchers, and these amounts are enough to avoid damage.

Tony's blacksmithing skills were not good, and Ethan's arms were sore and weak, but with the addition of Lincoln, the entire armor forging progressed by leaps and bounds.

Not even a few hours had passed before a battle armor that looked much cooler than the Mark prototype appeared in the eyes of a few people.

Ethan looked at the armor in front of him silently, hesitated for a moment and then whispered to Tony: "Are you sure you are the smartest genius inventor?"

Tony was a little worried, but thinking that the idea in his mind was created, he felt relaxed again: "Okay, now let me put it on and go out to give those guys a good look..."

"Wait, who told you this thing is for you to wear?"

Tony, who was stopped, looked confused: "This is not for me to wear? Who else can wear it except me? It can't move at all without a power source. My Ark Reactor is the best power source."

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Lincoln did not answer him, but looked at Ethan: "Do you still have the electromagnet connected to the battery you had before?"

"Wait, what are you going to do?!" Tony's eyes widened, and he took a half step back with a bad premonition in his heart: "I suggest you calm down!"

"Relax, it's just a matter of time. I'll move very quickly, you won't be in much pain." Lincoln held the battery electromagnet in one hand and showed a bright smile to Tony.

A few minutes later, Tony, who was holding the battery in his hand, watched silently as the Ark reactor that originally belonged to him was pressed onto the cool armor, and then he was lassoed by Lincoln and rushed out of the cave.

Only then did he finally understand what Lincoln's exciting plan meant.

Speaking of excitement, it was indeed exciting. The life-saving reactor was ripped out and replaced with a battery electromagnet. This was the second most exciting thing after the Jericho missile exploding in front of him.

In addition, there are a series of wonderful experiences such as fighting armor against terrorists, forging sci-fi armor in half a day, etc.

Except for the extremely poor experience he had as a rescued person, the whole plan was exciting in every aspect.

Camp outside the cave.

"Boss, do you think that Tony Stark will be obedient?"

The boss laughed disdainfully: "Only we can give him water and food here. Unless he wants to die of thirst and starvation, he has to be obedient. No Americans can find him here, unless he is a superhero."

Come out of the comics, otherwise no one can save them!"

boom!

As soon as the boss finished speaking, a huge roar echoed from the direction of the cave.

"what

the

fuck!!!”

Looking at the explosions and flames surging over the camp, the boss was shocked. Then he turned around and shouted to his men: "What are you doing standing still? Move! Move quickly!"

The boss's urging caused a group of terrorists to move, either carrying guns or cannons. In just a few moments, they surrounded the entire entrance of the cave.

It was only at this time that they saw clearly the initiator of everything - a very cool-looking armor that even abandoned many aerodynamic principles.

"Do you fucking think you're making a science fiction movie?" The boss looked at the sultry armor and thought of Stark's meat tickets worth hundreds of millions in the cave. His eyes turned red: "Hit me!"

Da da da da——

The trigger of the machine gun was pulled, the sound of the typewriter echoed on the battlefield, and the bullets turned into a dense rain and slapped towards Lincoln, clanging against the mixed vibranium metal armor.

There were clanging sounds, and sparks continued to burst out on the surface of the armor. The bullets that could penetrate ten millimeters of steel plates were ejected as if they had hit an iron wall.

Looking at this scene, the terrorist boss's eyes almost popped out: "What the hell is this? A rocket launcher! Load the rocket launcher for me!"

"Okay boss!"

The subordinates happily agreed, and then took out all the rocket launchers in the boss's stunned eyes: "Launch!"

Boom boom boom!

Continuous roars exploded at the entrance of the cave, flames surged endlessly, and the scorching air waves could be felt even from a distance of more than ten meters, but this did not pose any obstacle to the armor at all.

Lincoln even looked at the screen with some regret: "The inferior Ark reactor is not equipped with an energy recovery function. Otherwise, it would be fun to use the energy they contributed to kill them."

The flames and dust caused by the rocket launcher gradually subsided. As the armor appeared intact in front of them, all the terrorists became frightened.

The most powerful weapons they have are machine guns and rocket launchers. If these are useless... hit them with hammers!

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then without even giving orders from their boss, the sound of car engines exploded on the desert. Without exception, they chose to run away in unison.

"What a coward!" Looking at the terrorist who had no fighting spirit, Lincoln smacked his lips, then laughed and activated the fire control system.

The armor pieces bounced up, and the micro-missiles modified from Jericho missiles rushed out with roaring tail flames. At the same time, Lincoln flew into the sky in the armor, and the preset muzzles of both arms popped out, densely packed.

Bullets shot from the air toward the fleeing crowd below.

Bang! Bang bang!

Flesh and flesh were pierced by bullets, and the dull sound of explosions was heard, accompanied by the roar of missile explosions.

Similar firepower, different defenses, the difference is that Lincoln's armor was unscathed, but there was not a single living person in the entire terrorist camp.

Taking off his armor and pulling off the reactor, Lincoln walked back into the cave and threw it in front of Tony: "Okay, everyone outside has been taken care of, and your reactor will be returned to you."

"If possible, I would rather you call it a micro-cryogenic cold fusion reactor. This is one of the greatest inventions in the world!"

"Oh." Lincoln nodded calmly and waved his hand to open a portal for himself: "The rescue mission is completed. Remember to give it a five-star rating when you get back. Bye."

"Wait, what is this?"

Looking at the portal in front of him, Tony's mentality changed slightly: "Can't you just take us away? Why do you have to wait?"

"The rescue mission is the cost of the rescue mission. If you want to use the portal, it is not just the rescue, but also the transportation aspect."

"How much I paid, I don't want to stay here any longer."

"Emmm..." Lincoln watched the two of them being silent for a moment, then pointed to the stove on Tony's chest: "Do you mind taking action on what you call the greatest invention in human history?"

"no problem!"

Tony agreed without hesitation, and then drove the suit towards the portal, but was stopped again midway: "Pay first."

Tony:???

"Can't you slow down? Wait until I walk through the portal?"

"Pay first, then deliver. No credit."

Looking at the serious Lincoln, Tony's face twitched twice: "Okay, okay!"

A few minutes later, Tony's still-unheated breast lamp was in Lincoln's hands again.

The electromagnet on his chest was connected to the battery in Ethan's hand with a wire. Like a diligent old cow, Tony dragged his armor that weighed several hundred kilograms step by step through the portal and returned to New York City, where he had been away for a long time.

The first experience of Iron Man is gone; the Ark Reactor prototype is also gone.

The only good news is that Tony got a suit that Lincoln didn't want. Unfortunately, apart from being handsome, there are few aspects of this suit that are aerodynamic.

The addition of the vibranium element also prevents him from recasting it for some time in the future. The function of this thing is most likely to be a decoration.