"Did you really make it?"

As we all know, Stark shut down the weapons R&D and production department of Stark Group after returning from Afghanistan, so after that, he only produced high-tech prosthetics, as for why you said that prosthetics have missiles and impact guns, it is obvious that as a rich man, and a rich man who needs prosthetics, Stark is easy to be pinched by others as soft persimmons, so it is also necessary to install missiles and palm cannons on the prosthetic limbs for self-defense.

But what would you think if a rich man had been using a wheelchair and suddenly one day he told others that he thought that the self-defense efficiency of the wheelchair was too low, and he changed to a tracked combat vehicle equipped with a 125mm gun?

Fisher's messiness at the moment is no less than that of Xiao Xige, who heard the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, Stark built a big mecha!

"Any questions?" Stark is like a kindergarten child getting a little red flower at the moment, and he can't wait to share it with his friends.

"Here are the coordinates, come and see! I've got to go get a cheeseburger and a beer before I get some sleep, and you'll call me when you arrive! With that, Stark hung up the comms.

"Ahh

Fisher really wanted to say what I could do when I went, I'm not an expert, you are, damn, I just had a hot brain at the beginning, and casually mentioned the big mecha, but I didn't expect the other party to take it seriously and build it.

Looking at the folder on his computer desktop with the mecha plan written on it, Fisher sighed in shame and threw the folder into the recycle bin.

"This is Fisher, is the Paladin ready?"

"Yes, sir, the Paladin is ready to go!"

"Start the engine, I'll be there in ten minutes!"

Grabbing his coat from the hanger, Fisher took the legion with him, and hurriedly sat on the air rail system inside the base to arrive at the airport.

"Sir!" The captain on standby sent an overview of the plane's rearmament for Fisher to confirm.

"Well, it's time to fly back to the United States for an overhaul, and I'll give you a few days off then!" After reading the overview, Fisher closed the folder, took the PDA on the side, and clicked on the map.

"Send me here!"

"Yes!"

"Whew! Damn, he really made it! Fisher took out the drink he had prepared from the refrigerator next to him, poured himself a large sip, and then picked up his PDA again, planning to take advantage of the flight time to study Atlas's large-scale mecha plan steadily.

Although the Paladin has undergone a modification of the electronic system, with the addition of high-power multi-spectrum radar and extraterrestrial communication system, the engine is still the original vector booster engine, so the speed is not as good as the raven, but this time it is not a hurry, Paladin flew over in eight hours, after all, Stark's two black circles made Fisher wonder if the other party would die suddenly because of staying up too late.

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"Head, we're here!" The legion carefully woke Fisher, who was sleeping on his back on his bed, and placed the lobster sandwich and hot milk on the table next to him.

"The transport plane has arrived offshore, it is expected to land in thirty minutes, breakfast is ready for you, I added double mayonnaise and put some mustard to refresh yourself!"

"yes, got it!" Fisher picked up the PDA that had fallen on the floor, roughly flipped through the more than 30 pages of the plan, and finally impatiently threw the PDA on the bed.

"Let's see what Stark has tossed first!"

After washing up and having breakfast, the transport plane flew over the coastline, officially entered the skies over the continental United States, and then landed at a Stark Group factory about 100 kilometers west of New York.

"Stark, I'm here, come and open the door!" Carrying a sandwich with a large amount of mustard, Fisher slammed the door of the factory's main building with all his might.

A few minutes later, a sleepy-eyed Stark, wearing a black vest, opened the building's thick blast doors.

"Oh, I'll bring you some supper!" Fisher placed the sandwich on the table and wandered around the apparently remodeled factory.

"What are you looking for...... Hiss............ Yes! ”

Although tears and snot flowed down together, Stark still stubbornly ate the sandwich in his mouth and in his hand, no way, he had locked himself here for almost seven days to cultivate immortals, and the last hamburger that Harpy sent him had already advanced his stomach in nine hours, but Stark, who had completed his life and did not dare to say that he was the most proud, but it must be the most exaggerated work Stark had a big appetite at the moment, and everything he ate was fragrant, even mustard.

"Where's the mecha you made? Or did you just finish the drawings? ”

"How is it possible, I'm Tony Stark!"

The big with his head held high and his hands behind his back, took the remote control on the side, and then pressed it.

With the roar of the generator, the steel floor in the center of the factory began to shrink, revealing the empty underground mechanism below, and between the countless steel cables and I-frames, Fisher saw a behemoth that was thirty-five meters high.

Two long black-and-gold anti-articulation legs were covered in thick armor, and along the armor all the way up, there was a tall body that resembled an inverted triangle, and on the broad body draped in shoulder armor, there was a huge square head, and in front of the head was a huge 100-inch sensor lens, and there were sections of metal structures resembling carapace outside the entire head.

"I named it the Mark 100! What do you think? ”

"I think it's great!" Fisher has a big mouth, at first glance, this thing feels a little rustic, but if you look closely, you will feel more and more beautiful, especially the armor of various joints of the body, and the huge barbs on the knees of the legs, which are very domineering.

"But why is this thing just an arm?" Fisher pointed to the bare part on the other side of the mech, "And how do you drive this thing?" ”

"The right arm is a telescopic thermal sword, each finger is an emergency missile launcher, and as for the left arm, I plan to install your pulse acceleration cannon!" Stark summoned his Mark armor and flew up slowly, parallel to the mech's chest.

"The cockpit is close to the back, and I designed it to be a single person! Equipped with a motion coordinator and neural link system, this relieves some of the driver's workload, and it also fits perfectly into my suit! ”

"So, did you test this thing?"