Chapter Seventy-Two: The Battle Suit in the Mist
It seems that there are two kinds of mutants in this world.
A kind of wandering in a thin gray mist, with boundless chaos and endless ashes as its companions.
Hidden in a dark corner, the distortion is severe, and the form is more eerie than the previous one, but it is extremely afraid of the fog.
Of course, there may be another ......
Matt. The kind of irregular mutant creature that Murdoch's body evolved.
This is not the inner world, but it seems to be the boundary between the inner world and the real world, with strange appearances and horrors everywhere.
The trio, accompanied by Desperate Believers, left the complex and headed into the middle of a wide, unsheltered road, relying on a few rusty trucks that looked to be scrapped for many years, to protect them from the countless mutants roaming the fog.
In the temple, the sound of battle never abated.
There is even a hazy golden Buddha light rising from the dome of the Buddha Hall, which is very impressive, entangled with the blurry gray mist, and the shadows of the ashes floating in it are more than enough.
It's just that although the Buddha hall is shining, you can hear the roar of Murdoch's irregular creatures, which is more and more angry and hideous, and obviously has the upper hand.
"There...... What will be there? ”
Harry was shocked.
As a member of Lamaism...... Well, the temporary believer, he doesn't actually believe in God, and he can even be said to be a staunch materialist, and perhaps he should have been born in China and become an advanced Communist Party member than in the West, which has been corrupted by capital and wants to find the slightest solace in the gods of nothing.
It may be too much to say that this is a manifestation of the Buddha.
How could the Buddha have landed in this ghost place.
It's like hell.
You can't really hide a bodhisattva.
Besides, if it's really Jizo Bodhisattva, how can it be entangled by such a thing, I'm afraid that if it wasn't for the monster just rushing over, it was hit by two big bibi.
While Harry was thinking, George was already frowning and standing up.
The next moment, Peter also stood up, and the surprise on their faces was almost ready to be heard.
George said, "What's that?" ”
Peter: "Seems to be ...... Suits? ”
The edge of the blazing fire, where it intersected with the mist, hazy and chaotic, orange blazing, the desperate believer stood beside the three of George like an angry-eyed King Kong, and none of the mutants dared to approach it again.
But at this moment, a human figure appeared on the edge where the mist and the light intersected.
It is more than two meters tall, standing straight, majestic and magnificent, and its body surface emits a bright light.
A suit.
Or rather...... A suit filled with mutants.
"In terms of color painting and system components, it's really the Mark series, but I don't know which set it belongs to."
Harry looked over.
It was stronger than any steel suit, with strong, violent metal chains at the joints, and the golden-red paint seemed to have been damaged by a lot of impact and friction.
But the weird thing is......
Inside this thing, there's a mutant!!
The pale face peeks out from beneath the open visor, and the muscular muscles are intimately connected to the metal barbed bulges embedded in the suit.
Flesh in a strange liquid form flowed out of the cracks in the suit.
"It's alive."
Peter's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked at George and Harry,
"It'...... It can't be Mr. Stark, right? ”
"It's not!"
Harry retorted,
"Mr. Stark isn't that tall at all, and his suit has the latest generation of Ark reactors, which use a lot of backward energy, a bit like the reactors of four or five years ago."
Harry and Tony. Stark's feelings are complicated.
It can't be said that it is like a father and son.
But Tony always has a little debt in his heart.
They see each other often.
After each meeting, Harry would always bring George back with some interesting knick-knacks.
[Good morning, Mr. Keener, Mr. Osterman, and Mr. Parker.] 】
"Jarvis?"
Harry was suspicious.
The suit's AI is still working, and it's even surprisingly good.
The voice is also exactly the same as Jarvis's.
[Jarvis is with Mr. Stark, and my identity is 'Friday', Mr. Keener.] 】
[Click--]
The mutant confined to the suit struggled, bones rattling, and great pain running through its body at all times.
But the more it struggled, the tighter the suit tightened, almost squeezing its entrails out.
George asked the question he wanted to know most: "Why are you here?" ”
Does Stark's creation appear here to mean that support has gone into the fog?
If it's just a suit, I'm afraid it's hard to do anything in this weird world.
[Journal Reading, Saturday, June 28, 2014.] 】
[Mark-Beelzebub series suit sequence 002 is launched, executing the 'Misty Manhattan Project' at night, entering the fog, and constantly opening the signal index.] 】
"Did the signal that led you here come from the life-support suit on Harry?"
Harry. Keener's life safety is a priority above all else. 】
Receiving Friday's affirmative answer, George and Peter looked at each other.
They've pretty much determined that what's going on here is most likely Tony. Stark expected it.
Or rather...... Is there even a plan for him in it?
Shortly before contacting George, Kara said that Tony had invited a number of superheroes to a meeting at Stark Tower......
What kind of earth-shattering conspiracy are they hatching?
Harry's brow furrowed slightly, "Why would you imprison a mutant?" Are you infected? ”
According to the law of the appearance of heterogeneous, their ontology is ...... There are basically no rules.
Although the vast majority of them are humanized, there have been cases of domestic animals such as pet dogs and pet cats degenerating into alien individuals, but there have been no reports of wild animals degenerating into alien individuals.
There have also been instances of domestic plants degenerating into degeneraties.
Of course, there are inorganic things.
But there has been only one case so far.
It's a knife.
The owner of the knife was a criminal who had killed more than thirty women in just eight years, and had traveled to three states.
It was a very rare, non-flesh-and-blood anomaly, with an unusually sharp edge, vicious and murderous appetite, and bordering on a mad hostility towards women.
[The Mark-Beelzebub suit was developed to carry out the 'Manhattan Project of the Mist', with the aim of entering the fog at night and breaking the iron law that nothing but the 'Fly Man' could move freely in the mist.] 】
Flymen.
Probably those mutants with pale skin, physical strength far beyond ordinary people, and no fear of pain.
George thought these things were more like some kind of ...... than living creatures Something like the living dead.
It is not known whether they carry the source of infection and are infectious.
If this thing can spread like a zombie, the whole of Manhattan and Queens will probably have to be quarantined.
After all, the fog of the night is directly in the real world.