"Shirley?" Wanda frowned at the delicate and realistic blue-haired girl, "Seriously? ”

"I'm sorry, Sister Wanda, Mr. Paso, but I don't have a choice. I have to listen to him. Shirley waved her hand slightly.

Michael saw that his various permissions on the armor in the helmet interface were disappearing, and all the functions of the modules were turned off. In the end, even the movement of the hands and feet of the suit was locked. The exoskeleton power system was fully under Shirley's control, and the entire armor became a bulky burden, and he couldn't even move a finger without power assistance.

"I've admired the design of Mr. Stark's armor, and I have to say it's a work of art. In the case of Earth Technology, it is incredible enough to do that. And you, Mr. Paso...... I can only think of one suitable word to describe your design. ”

Robot 451 tilted his head sideways and held up his chin, looking a little like a real person.

"Miracles." He said.

"Thanks for the compliment." 451 did not limit the speakers of his armor. Michael looked at the robot through the monitor, "I'm honored to be complimented by the last creation of a race that once stood at the pinnacle of technology." ”

451 "Oh" and said, "So, the head of death has told you where I came from." ”

"I'm assuming everything he says is true?"

"Looks like so." 451 put his hands behind his back and glanced at Shirley, "Give Mr. El Paso back the movement of his limbs, but all weapon systems must be locked up, and he must not have any intention of escaping or destroying the ship." ”

"Yes, sir." Shirley immediately complied.

Michael's built-in interface quickly unlocked his hands and feet, and he felt the control of his limbs immediately return to his hands.

"Well, interesting." 451 said, "Compared to Tony Stark, you don't seem to have reacted much. You don't seem too angry about the fact that your armor was taken away because you don't rely on your suit as much as he does? Or do you think you have any other means to counter it? ”

"You can guess." Michael said indifferently.

451 checks his control over Shirley and the Divine Domain armor again.

"If you want me to say you're probably bluffing." The robots seem to be quite confident in their own technology, "Although the race that created me designed me to be a recording machine, and I don't really have any armed forces of my own, they are also quite skilled in technology other than weapons. Let's just say that, Mr. Paso, if I want, I can hack any computer that already exists in this universe, even if you are ten times more genius. ”

"I have no doubts." Michael said.

"But you're overlooking, bastard." Wanda snorted coldly, took a step forward, and a crimson aura burst out of her body, "No matter how good your skills are, but you can't hack me." ”

That's why she doesn't like to rely on armor, computers, or anything to fight, she prefers to rely on the power she can control. Because you never know if there will be a group of people in the unknown world who are more technologically advanced than you can understand and turn your supercomputer into cerebral palsy in minutes.

"No, Miss Maximov, I have not forgotten anything."

451 had his hands behind his back and didn't even mean to move. But Shirley and Michael moved at the same time. Shirley held out the barrel of the gun in her palm, and Michael raised the pulsed light cannon in her left palm. They pointed left and right at Wanda and sandwiched her in the middle like a sandwich cookie.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Wanda, but it's really not a good idea." Shirley said.

"Don't be impulsive, Wanda." Michael said.

Wanda glanced at him, bit her lip, and finally lowered her arm, relieving the chaos magic that was lingering all over her body.

"Is that okay? Robot Asshole? She said viciously to 451.

451 smiled: "Of course, Miss Maximov. You'd better keep up next, because you're still useful. From what I've observed, the odds of having you and Mr. El Paso cooperating with me are much higher. ”

Wanda frowned and didn't say anything more. She squinted at Michael again, only to find that the other man hadn't looked at her again. She found that it was always like this—she could never read any useful information from Michael's expression, and could only blindly hope for her confidence in him.

He was always able to solve any dilemma, and there was no exception. Even the gods have been defeated, what is this mere robot?

"Good, looks like we're on the same page." 451 turned, "Then let's come over here, I'll let you meet your old friends first." ”

Michael said, "Now it's almost time for you to talk about it?" Just now, when the Head of Death was talking to you, you said you asked me to come by name? Now that I'm here, would you mind giving me a reason? ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Paso." 451 said unhurriedly, "You'll know." ”

They followed SCP-451 through the winding hallway to the cockpit of the ship. Then they saw their old friend, Iron Man, sitting upright in a chair, motionless as if he had been immobilized, and his suit of armor was in the same condition as Michael's.

Tony was taken aback when he saw a few people coming in: "Is that you?" ”

"Long time no see, Mr. Stark," Michael walked in naturally, "you don't look very well. ”

Tony frowned, looked at him, and then at 451, who was following him.

"So you know what this robot does?"

"Yes."

Tony understood immediately. He was not at all happy to meet a familiar face in this predicament, but only became more worried.

It's one thing to give this evil robot control of Iron Man's armor, but the Black Knight?

With this guy, he has no doubt that 451 now has the combat power to sweep a planet.

To make matters worse, he already knew what 451's true purpose was, and he feared that the Black Knight would be a key pawn in the robot's plot.

"You shouldn't be here, it's stupid." Tony muttered, "You're throwing yourself into the net." ”

"The guy who spoke is now trapped in his armor and can't move."

"You're not the same." Tony retorted.

"Well, don't argue about it, gentlemen." 451 came out and interrupted, "I know you're all more or less dissatisfied with me, and you all wonder what I've gone to great lengths to get you here for. Mr. Stark already knew, and I should have succeeded by the original plan, but things were a little ...... Something went wrong. That's why I had to need you out......"

"Excuse me," Michael said suddenly, "and while I'd love to just get into the 'Villain Explainer' session, I'm generally more willing to be the kidnapper than the kidnapper." My only purpose in accompanying you here is to confirm with my own eyes that Iron Man is indeed on this ship, and since that purpose has been achieved, then you see ......"

He raised his right palm, and aimed his palm cannon at 451.

“...... Maybe it's time for you to reconsider. ”

451 narrowed his eyes, "I thought you would be a little smarter." Shirley, undo his ...... for me Well??? ”

451 looked sideways at Shirley in surprise to find the girl with her head hanging down, her long hair hanging down, and her whole body motionless, like an electric toy that had been unplugged.