Lao Wang held his forehead with his hand, completely speechless.

Tony, Tony, your big string of numbers is almost the rest of my previous life's junior high school, should you show off your skills so inferiorly?

If it weren't for Tony's pride, arrogance, ostentation, and self-centeredness, Wang would have thought he was chatting with a high school student under the age of 18.

You're all 40, Mr. Tony Megalomaniac Stark!

Shame.

Of course, these numbers are still very thrilling for knowledgeable scientists, such as Fitz.

Tony is undoubtedly the idol of all physicists, construction mechanics, and Fitz is no exception.

When he saw his idol, he was already very shy, and he was almost speechless, and stumbled: "Si ...... Stark...... Sir, uh, it's an honor...... See you! ”

He rubbed his hands nervously before reaching out his left hand.

Changed to the right hand again.

"Former researcher of the Science and Technology Department of S.H.I.E.L.D., and now the director of the Dark Book Laboratory."

Lao Wang briefly introduced, and his tone was flat: "He is responsible for the brain mapping and memory uploading I told you." ”

"Huh?"

Tony had planned to deal with it casually, but there were few scientists who could catch his eye, and almost all of them were dead.

But as soon as he heard Lao Wang's words, he immediately paid attention to it, and stretched out his right hand very reservedly: "Not a bad research direction." Let's take a look? ”

was praised by the idol, Fitz almost didn't mention it in one breath, and quickly rubbed his chest and looked at Lao Wang.

That little look was full of "longing".

"Let him come, that's what he does." Lao Wang smiled and made a "please" gesture.

"Mr. Stark, this way, please!" Fitz hurriedly led the way.

"Go get busy."

Lao Wang waved his hand, and the others scattered, only Simmons, Lucy, and a bunch of scientists followed.

For Tony, Simmons still admires it.

Although both are two PhDs, and it's not yet a field, Simmons is clear:

People just aren't interested in taking more.

To him, that thing was a piece of waste paper, and it was worth as much as the oil paper for the hamburger.

And everyone knows that Mr. Stark excels in more than just physics and engineering, and that, like Dr. Banner, he is a true all-rounder.

A group of people soon arrive at the lab, and Fitz shows Tony all the results.

Pictures and text kept appearing on the screen, and Fitz patiently explained as he demonstrated.

However, Tony was obviously impatient, and couldn't help but shout: "There's no need to be so detailed, twice as ...... No, 4x faster! ”

Hasten?

Fitz and Simmons looked at each other and gasped.

I know Mr. Stark is awesome, but I don't know it's so awesome!

We've been working on a topic for months, so much advanced and complex knowledge, you can figure it out after reading it?

Still don't let people live?

Fitz had to speed up, talking less and less, and spent most of his time demonstrating, and finally Tony snatched the mouse.

"Still with a mouse? Master Wang, your laboratory is too bad, tomorrow I will have someone send a set of holographic equipment over and give it away for free. ”

Tony is still the same Tony, as always self-centered and inconsiderate of other people's feelings.

For ordinary people, this kind of character is destined to be difficult to achieve and find a beating, but Tony is different.

His talent and intellect, like the sun at 12 o'clock, are enough to cover out all shadows, all shortcomings.

Constantly browsing pictures and text, turning pages faster than turning faces.

In less than 3 hours, he read through the entire laboratory for several months of research materials and understood them all.

Although learning is much easier than researching, it is still amazing and shameful to be so fast.

At this time, the feeling of Fitz and the others is no longer "both Yu and Liang", they don't have that qualification at all.

If Tony was Zhuge Liang, they probably only had Lu Bu's IQ.

The entire laboratory fell into absolute silence.

There is only the sound of brushing, brushing, brushing.

Tony holds a pen and a piece of paper, calculating and thinking alone.

The difficulty is a very complex formula.

It reminded him of that night of wine and beauty 9 years ago.

Back then, he was able to casually correct a crucial terminal enzyme repair algorithm when he was drunk, and now his knowledge and IQ are higher than back then, but it is impossible to solve the answer to this formula so quickly.

The difficulty is not a level at all.

The self-repair of the human body based on the chemical coding of a certain area of the brain cannot be compared with the accurate mapping of the entire cerebral cortex.

What's more, there is also the memory upload.

"Jarvis, push off all tomorrow's meetings, speeches, or whatever, and tell Pepper not to go back to dinner in the evening, and not to eat tomorrow...... No, I didn't look for a model, and there were no female stars! ”

Tony makes a phone call and eats a burger.

The lights in the laboratory have been on, and Fitz and Simmons and others are not sleepy at all, so Lao Wang is naturally not interested in staying longer.

Skye has been venting for days, Whitehall is no longer human, she needs care now, she needs a warm embrace.

And of course a big comfy bed.

In the past, only he could use his true qi to manipulate the vibration of any part of his body, but now Skye can, and based on his instinct at the genetic level, it is even better, which saves Lao Wang a lot of effort.

There was no talk all night, only exercise.

The next night.

A violent knock on the door woke Wang up.

"Boss, it's out, Mr. Stark has it!"

"God, he's a genius, as great a genius as Dr. Erkins!"

"He's an angel with broken wings!"

"Mr. Stark should really restart the Super Soldier Project, he will definitely be able to restore Dr. Erkins's Super Soldier Serum!"

"No, he certainly won't, his steel armor is much stronger than the super soldier serum!"

Fitz's voice was like that of five hundred ducks.

This is an angel, it is earwax.

Lao Wang had no choice but to get up.

"It's easier than I thought."

In the laboratory, Tony has a pair of panda eyes, his head held high, and he looks like "this problem is too easy, I haven't even made a force yet": "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep!" ”

As a result, after standing up and walking two steps, I felt that my legs were weak.

The embarrassed look flashed, and Tony threw himself directly on the table.

Fell asleep.

"Boss, Mr. Stark not only solved the answer, but also designed the most critical equipment!"

Fitz walked over with a stack of sketches and was excited: "Mr. Stark is such a genius! If it weren't for him, it would have taken me two weeks to design a complete structural drawing. But now, it's just two days at most! ”

"By the way, Mr. Stark said that he can help make the equipment, his house is the best laboratory, and there is the best intelligent housekeeper helper, and he invited me to work at his house tomorrow!"

"Dig the foot of the wall in front of me?" Lao Wang was stunned for a moment, and looked at Tony, his face full of unkindness.

Tired of being crooked?

"Well, I'm definitely not going to Stark Industries, there aren't as many research topics there as the labs."

It took more than ten seconds for Fitz to react, and quickly explained: "It's to go to his house, build equipment with him, and I'll come back when I'm done, I'm very interested in the framework and quantum brain you said, those things are more difficult than brain mapping and memory uploading......"

"You don't need to explain, you can go if you want...... No, go to bed first, you all go. ”

Glancing at a large number of panda eyes, Lao Wang's fat hand waved, and one after another true qi was injected into their bodies, stimulating some acupoints.

Everyone fainted, and snoring rang out.

"Scientists, scientists, it's really hard to be busy, and you can't afford to mess with ......"

Sighing, Lao Wang got up and turned up the air conditioner by 10 degrees.

……

……

Afghanistan, a mountainous area.

After a long search and comparison, the detonation of the Mark 1 was finally reassembled and presented to all the terrorists.

Looking at this majestic armor, Zara seemed to see the majestic posture of his ancestor "Genghis Khan" riding a horse and whipping.

It was the image he had always dreamed of.

"As long as there are 20 of them, I can dominate Asia and regain the glory of my ancestors!"

For this set of steel armor, he has high hopes.

"Chief, Obadai is dead, what are we going to do, who are we going to make it? Who will supply us with arms? One of his subordinates asked.

"Somebody willing."

Zara looked in the direction of the United States: "For example...... Justin Hammer! ”