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"Hey, this is where I work. I need it to shine a little brighter. You'd better open a skylight for me. Anyway, the light has to be good. "The empty cave was now full of busy figures, and Tony commanded the terrorists to put what they needed in the designated place. And it has also made a drastic transformation of the environment here.

He really didn't expect that this group of terrorists actually had this energy, and even all kinds of equipment for testing could be obtained in just one night. Although they are all ordinary, even mutilated. But being able to get this kind of thing in such a hellish place is already a big skill.

But even though everything he needed had already been obtained, Tony still tossed around these terrorists with ill intentions. Not for anything else, just to make yourself happy.

"Put this thing around the corner, yes, right there. No, no, no, I'm piling up all the missiles to the side, do you want me to blow them up while I'm doing the experiment? The skylight is opening a little bigger, and it's better to go a little further to the side. ”

Tony tosses the terrorists hard, and Ginmori doesn't stop translating his needs. The bearded man listened to his men as he commanded his men. Despite Tony's quick and jumbled speech, and often inverted things, the bearded men never complained. Honestly completing his instructions.

So soon, Tony lost interest. He wanted to see how angry these guys looked, and since he couldn't achieve his goal, he naturally chose to give up.

"Get me welding tools, acetylene, propane. There are also helmets, goggles, crucibles. How much energy can you get, forget it, I'll do it myself. You get me two more cleaners, don't give me these, you've got enough of it. I want the standard above. ”

The bearded man honestly jotted down what Tony needed, and when Tony closed his mouth, he asked worriedly.

"Is that enough, and what else is needed, you'd better make it clear at once."

"When you get me everything, I need your people to stay away from my lab. Hell, there isn't even a guy with an engineering degree among so many people! ”

Listening to Yinmori's translation, the horizontal flesh on the bearded man's face twitched. It was the first time he had heard of someone burying their group of terrorists for not having enough education. But thinking of the role Tony could play, he held back.

The terrorists acted very quickly, and they did everything Tony asked for in just one morning. After putting down the two cleaners he had requested, the bearded man walked up to Tony and stared at him.

"You can get to work, as long as you've done what we want. We will set you free. ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

"He said he'd set you free, but honestly, I didn't believe him." Ginmori said to Tony with a smile. Tony responded with a smile on his face.

"I don't believe it either!" With that, Tony took the bearded hand and shook it solemnly twice.

A big smile immediately spread across the bearded man's face, he didn't know what the two men were talking about, but he had filled their conversation with his own imagination, and he was very satisfied with what he had imagined.

Watch as the bearded man simply leads his men away and seals off the gate from the outside. Ginmori asked, rubbing his hands.

"What are we supposed to do now?"

"You can do whatever you want, just don't stop! Don't forget, aim at those shots above. As for me, I'm going to see if we have all the equipment that will help us escape. Tony shook out the words and slipped into the middle of the pile of missiles on his own.

He is a typical loner, especially when it comes to research and development. Many times, he prefers to work alone, or rely only on the machinery he has developed. This may be because he is so genius in this area, and ordinary researchers will delay his progress even if they give him a hand. So he's got into the habit of that.

However, Ginmori obviously couldn't accept Tony's arrangement, especially when he was left alone in front of the surveillance camera above, which made him feel at a loss.

"Hey, man, I don't know what to do, can you tell me how you usually work in the lab?"

Tony was trying to figure out how to move a missile, although he usually paid attention to his exercise. But it was still a bit too much trouble for him to move this big guy with the strength of one person. So after hearing Ginmori's plea for help, he sighed and said.

"Forget it, I don't think you have the talent either. Come and help lift this thing to the table. If we go back, be sure to remind me that we have to make things smaller. Forget it, I guess I'll never make this kind of thing again. ”

It took a long time for the two of them to lift the missile onto the table, and Tony put a bag of tools directly into Ginmori's arms, took out a cone from it and began to toss the missile in front of him.

His movements are skillful, because he invented all of the current high-end weapons of the Steker company, including this missile in front of him. Therefore, he knows the structure inside very well, and he knows very well what part of it he needs, and what he can use to deceive this group of terrorists who are generally not educated enough.

Silver's eyelids jumped as Tony dismantled the warhead and threw it on the ground. And from the missiles pulled out a whole bunch of machines that looked very complicated. I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"What are you doing, you don't really want to make something for them."

"As you can see, I'm dismantling the missile, finding out what we're going to use. As for the stuff that is definitely going to be done, but I can guarantee that what I'm doing is definitely not what they want. Or rather, the last thing they want. ”

Tony said, his hands moving constantly. When he used tweezers to remove a small part from a complicated-looking machine, he threw the machine away, held up the tweezers in his hand and said to Ginmori.

"This big lump is useless. See, this little thing is what we need. ”

"What is this?" Ginmori looked at the little thing, smaller than a chip, and he couldn't think of any use for their escape.

"This is palladium metal, 0.15 gram equivalent. We need 1.6 grams, so we have to tear down all the missiles in it. ”

"Are you sure?" Looking at the missiles stacked up to be much larger than a car, Ginmori smiled wryly.

"Of course, let's get moving. We're still in a hurry! I really don't want to stay in this place at all! ”

"You say, what the hell are they doing? I don't understand it at all. On the other side, the two terrorists staring at the monitor began to make small talk in Persian. Hearing his brother's question, the other terrorist pouted disdainfully.

"Idiot, if you could read, would you be staring at this here?"

"So what should I do?" The questioner asked again.

"You can go to the base and build a bomb, idiot."

"Sounds reasonable."

The watcher is chatting and farting idly, while the watchee is desperately rushing for time. Tony's work was efficient and fast, and soon they got the 1.6 grams of palladium they wanted, and with Ginmori's help, the precious 1.6 grams of metallic palladium was shaped into the shape Tony wanted.

This is one of the few things that makes Ginmori proud other than language. With years of surgical practice, he has a pair of sturdy hands that allow him not to waste even 0.1 grams of material. Even now, he still didn't know what Tony wanted this thing for.

And soon, he knew. As if he had conceived it in his mind, Tony's hands became more efficient than any other instrument in the world, the copper wire, the circuit, the frame, everything was assembled around the 1.6 grams of palladium. At the end of the day, a finished product was finally born from Tony's hands.

A bright blue glow burst out of the small finished product, crystal clear, turning the originally crudely made contraption into a large blue gem, and it was the type that would glow on its own. A cable runs out of the small device and connects to the electronics inside the cave. Let these otherwise lifeless devices work immediately.

Looking at this charming little thing, Ginmori couldn't help but admire.

"Wow, that's pretty, but I don't think it's a Jericho missile!"

"Of course it's not, it's a miniature ark reactor. You can understand it as a miniature nuclear reactor with no radiation. This puzzle has plagued Stark Corporation for thirty years, and now, in this hellish place, I have finally solved it. ”

"How much does it produce?" Ginmori continued, he had a hard time imagining that something so small could be a nuclear reactor, and even less could imagine what it could do.

"If I'm not wrong, I generally don't. It should be 3 billion joules per second, which is the energy consumption of a large machine for 15 minutes. You know when I talk about big machines, they're big ones! ”

"I still don't understand, what are you doing with this thing? Give these guys free energy? ”

"See me, I've been fired from at least fifteen guns and bombarded by anti-tank missiles. Although not directly bombarded me. But the result was the same, unharmed. Tony said as he slashed hard at his arm with a knife.

The blade grazed his skin, blocked by a layer of fine metal particles that glowed with electricity. Tony said to a stunned Ginmori.

"This is a product of a friend of mine, a nano metal suit. With it I can be invulnerable, but I can't do much more. So I wondered if I could fight my way out of it if I had a bigger, more advanced, and more well-armed piece of armor. And to do this, the most important problem to solve is: ”

"Energy!" Ginsen answered for him, Tony had already done it to this extent, and he couldn't guess that it was a matter of IQ.

"Yes, that's it. Show you what I finished last night! ”

Tony said as he pulled out a mess-up of what looked like a mess. Ginmori glanced at it, and didn't have any thoughts other than feeling confused.

"What is this?"

"Wow, be careful, don't break it!" Retrieving the blueprints from the rummaging Ginmori, Tony placed them on a backlit table. The blueprints, which were as thin as cicada's wings, were stacked together, and finally formed a complete whole, a steel armor that looked mighty and domineering.

Yinsen, who finally saw the true face of Lushan, couldn't help but admire.

"Amazing, Tony. All I can say is, what a genius you are! ”

"I always have, you don't need to be sure!"

Disrupting the blueprints, Tony got to work again. It's not an easy job to complete this big iron bump.

(Again, don't bring the film into the novel.) In addition to the timeline and part of the plot of this book, which are borrowed from movies, most of them follow the comics and my own ideas. So don't think that just because you've seen the movie you know everything. ）