Restless Tony, and his Iron Cloak [M]-

The first day.

Storm Enterprises.

General Research Office, Ministry of Applied Science and Technology.

"You're looking for me?" Michael Cowen hurried over and greeted Meng Ao, who had been waiting for him in the research room for a while.

Tomeno's care, he has been doing well lately. After leaving Budapest with Meng O, he entered a private hospital in New York for an Storm estate. The work is quite leisurely, and the salary is generous enough, which makes Michael, who was initially a little resistant to Meng Ao's perception, recently greatly reversed his perception of Meng Ao.

"Something happened and I might need your help." Meng Ao stood up and walked over to Michael Curvin's side.

Michael Cowen was at a loss when he heard this, rubbing his hands and looking puzzled: "Of course it's okay to help, but what can I do to help you?" He really didn't think he could help Meng Ao much, and judging from the identity gap between the two, Meng Ao really didn't need him to help him.

"It's not as complicated and troublesome as you think, it's just that you need to provide some more of your blood recently." Meng Ao patted him on the shoulder.

Michael nodded thoughtfully.

Researcher Wells, who was waiting on the side, saw that the two had reached an agreement, and immediately walked over with a large syringe and personally cleaned up and prepared for Michael before the blood draw.

……

Ten days.

Storm Enterprises.

Semi-enclosed underground room.

"The comparison between Michael's latest blood and the gene fusion fluid we have has come out." Researcher Wells walked briskly towards Meng Ao with a paper clip.

"The result?" Meng Ao stretched out his hand to take the Wen Jiàn report handed over by Wells, and asked Wells bluntly while flipping through it quickly, looking for the key points of the number on it.

"It depends on what you're referring to." Wells spread his hands.

"Let's talk about it." Meng Ao glanced up at Wells, and then returned his gaze to the report he was holding.

"I don't know where you found Michael, but Michael's blood does have the ability to fuse the genes of different species." Wells said: "From this point of view, if we study and mix his blood, we can develop a solution that has the same effect as our gene fusion agent." ”

"In other words, a similar gene fusion agent has been successfully developed based on Michael's blood, and it is possible to replicate our colony?" Meng Ao temporarily removed his mind from the dense number of reports, looked at Wells again and asked rhetorically.

The technique of colonization is difficult to say, but it is easy to say.

Everything has at least one unavoidable difficulty that is related to success or failure, and if this difficulty is overcome, success is only a matter of time.

X gene weapon, Meng Ao is not the original founder and success. It took decades for William Stryker to overcome a lot of difficulties. The only thing that restricts the large-scale extravagance of X-gene weapons is that there are strong conflicts and rejections between different X genes, and the use of various anti-rejection agents cannot avoid eliminating conflicts and rejections.

Meng Ao solved this rejection, so he created zào out of the colony. A variety of X genes are stitched together without any conflict rejection, and the colonization coat is unusually stable.

Just like many exoskeleton armor that Osborne Industries, Hammer Military, and Stark Enterprises are working on, as long as the small energy source and a series of complex control systems are solved, other difficulties will come naturally with the advancement of research and time.

As far as Meng Ao knows, Osborne Industries, which has strong technology in the fields of bioinduction and bioenergy, already has at least one set of exoskeleton armor that combines biology and technology. It's just imperfect and can't be extravagant on a large scale.

"Yes. However, Wells pointed his finger at the text in Meng Ao's hand: "Just like different medicines for the same disease, the effect of the medicine is not equal." According to the monitoring results, the effect of the fusion agent made based on Michael's blood should not be too expected. We have the better ones! ”

"Are you sure?" Meng Ao looked at Wells.

"At the moment, I'm sure that if you want further evidence, I need to do further research and use Michael's blood to make a batch of fusion agents for testing." Wells hesitated for a moment, and said in the affirmative at random.

"Then do it!" "I can't be sure how much time I can give you, but what I do know is that I'm going to do my best to get a more positive result," Meng Ao said. ”

……

Thirty-three days.

At Tony Stark's request, Meng Ao sent him a set of coats that had been specially made according to his request and had been strengthened against overload and pressure.

Fifty-one.

The topic of Stark Industries continues to rise, but Tony Stark, who has set off a storm, is quietly away from the storm that swept through Qiē, and rarely disappeared under the flashing lights of the media and reporters.

Seventy-seventh.

10880 Malibu Street.

Basement.

Just as Storm's old mansion has Meng Ao's exclusive real yàn room, Tony Stark's sea-view mansion also has a miniature industrial real yàn room with small sparrows and all kinds of organs. One of the villa's amenities, including the miniature industrial chamber in the deepest part of the ground, is managed by Stark Industries' signature intelligent system, Jarvis.

Tony Stark was now immersed in the parts of Jarvis's suit that he had made according to the patterns and specifications he had delineated, patiently piecing together and examining them. Then, according to the results of the test, adjustments and numbers are entered, and I never get tired of it.

Stark Industries' suit research, as well as the biotech armor technology he snatched from Osborne Industries earlier, were integrated by Stark into the second-generation suit he had put a lot of effort into.

With the trials being corrected and successful, Tony had a hunch that he was getting very close to success.

Eighty-sixth.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

Maria Hill was reporting to a frowning Nick Fury: "...... According to preliminary estimates, it was a steel suit. We reviewed and investigated it......"

"The result?" Nick Fury looked at the eerie red humanoid on the screen attached to the belly of an F-22, the fingers of his left and right hands touching each other, showing that his owner was thinking about something.

"Judging from the speed and agility it displays, this steel suit has a lot of war potential, and if it is sold at the right price and can be extravagantly spread on a large scale, it may be comparable to the colony suit." Maria Hill then said: "Of course, more specifically, we can only get it if we have a suit in our hands and do all kinds of tests. ”

"Who made it?" Nick Fury asked, and while he already had a vague certainty in his mind, he needed an answer that was more certain than he had speculated. Fortunately, Maria Hill's answer did not surprise him.

"Tony Stark. That plutch playboy. Maria Hill said.

Eighty-nine days.

The lair of a guerrilla of a certain militant in the Middle East was completely ended.

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Nick Fury silently stared at the screen that resembled a snowflake, blurry with a real image. On the screen, there are faint patches of red humanoids. On the other screen next to it, there was a clear picture of a steel suit.

"Big money may not have noticed that we were spying on him, but he must have 'manipulated' the satellites in the sky and all the detection equipment around him." Agent Coulson, who had cleaned up his hands and led someone to solve a certain trouble, said helplessly to his leader.